The Hickey of the Demon Lord: The Substitute Princess

Chapter 103

That is hope.

She must never let him have an accident.

The following afternoon.

Su Min didn't sleep all night, and didn't wake up until the afternoon. After returning to Su's house for so long, she rarely slept until this hour before getting up.

She opened her eyebrows and eyes, her body was full of exhaustion before she got up and opened the door. She saw the shopkeeper and the doctor waiting quietly, facing the doctor to diagnose and treat Lu Qingyang, she looked at this scene calmly, as calm as in a painting People are average.

The doctor turned around, stretched his brows, and smiled at her. "It's really good news. His pulse is much more stable. It shouldn't be as serious as I said. Don't worry, Ms. Su, at least her life is not in danger. But at least she needs to rest in bed for three months. Don't be too tired, he is still young, and he can fully recover if he takes time to recuperate, haste makes waste."

"It's really lucky, Young Master, I just said that Mr. Lu can survive!" The expression of the showcase was excited.Of course, as long as there is someone in his heart, he would never be willing to leave her alone and go to the underworld alone to make her live alone and cry.

Su Min smiled and said nothing, but her eyes were wet unconsciously.

She has not lost him.

When the shopkeeper was talking to the doctor, he couldn't help turning his head and rubbed his eyes with his hands. He was a little suspicious of his own eyes.

After so many days of being together since the Su family changed their head, he found that the woman Su Min had a rather indifferent personality, and it seemed that no one or anything could arouse her mood swings.

She was kind to others in private and never took the initiative to provoke troubles, but in front of everyone, she did not lose the majesty of her master.

But very few people could see her eyes moist and happy, not to mention the scene of tears streaming down in the rice shop yesterday.

It turns out that she also has emotions. The calmer she is, the more crazy she will be when she explodes.

Day three.

He woke up faintly, looking at the woman sitting at the round table, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't call out her name.

Only then did she realize that there seemed to be a slight sound behind her, she hurriedly stood up and looked towards the bed.

Lu Qingyang's face was reflected in his eyes, he stood up with difficulty, and looked at her lightly, as if he hadn't seen her for a long time, her face became haggard again.

But she smiled instantly, took a bowl of fragrant scallop porridge, sat on the edge of the bed, stared at him with a smile, and remained silent for a while.

"what happened to your hand?"

The voice was not as pleasant as usual, and Lu Qingyang's eyes were locked on her body, as if he would not ignore a single detail.

She looked at the white gauze on her left hand, with a frustrated look on her face, she couldn't help but smiled, and said indifferently: "I think you will be able to wake up today, so I will prepare a pot of porridge in the morning, and when I chop vegetables Clumsy, I don't even know if I cut my finger."

"You can actually cut your hand, which shows how distracted you are." He grabbed the slender hand wrapped in white gauze, and there was any complicated and inexplicable emotion in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"Yeah, you must be absent-minded to do such a stupid thing." Su Min chuckled, the fingers held by him seemed to have lost the pain, and the heart that was worried day and night because of him became calm and gentle down.

Lu Qingyang couldn't help smiling, gently put down her hand, and took the bowl of hot porridge in the direction of her right hand. Although the color was light enough, it contained a lot of ingredients, including finely chopped green vegetables, fragrant fungus, There is also fresh and tender ham, as if he felt that he was hurt and made the best delicacy.

"In my opinion, not stupid at all."

On the contrary, his emotions became deeper and more complicated. He said this sentence very seriously, which seemed to contain too many deep meanings that could not be expressed, which made Su Min turn back and forth.

Cautiously probing, she opened her eyes wide and observed every expression on his face. "It's the first time I've made this porridge. Maybe it tastes too salty, what do you think?"

He just took a sip, but she cared about whether his brows are stretched or wrinkled, whether his eyes are extremely happy, or whether they are enjoying themselves... It was only a moment, but it made her wait for several springs and autumns. .

Lu Qingyang stopped, smiled and asked, "Have you tried it yet?"

Su Min's eyes flashed, and he spoke calmly. "I was worried at the time, and I don't remember what I tasted. Also, my tongue's ability to distinguish flavors is very weak..." No, she lied, her tongue basically has nothing but the ability to assist in speaking .

He smiled, and his smile was inexplicably deep. "taste good."

It's just to make her feel at ease, Su Min thought so, and also became so skeptical. "It's perfunctory."

Lu Qingyang put away his smile, savored a spoonful of scallop porridge carefully, and then said seriously. "Maybe I just said this because I was very hungry for a while. If I really want to close the fire, the heat will be a little more urgent, so some ingredients are too soft, and even have a faint burnt aroma."

Seeing that Su Min's face was about to collapse, he put away the joke and said in a low voice. "If you say that, you should become an annoying person."

Su Min was amused by his actions, silently clasped his hands, his heart was full of undercurrents. "Actually, I didn't tell you, because I think it should be the same whether you know about it or not. Now that you wake up, I want to tell you, don't talk too much, just listen to me."

He felt that what she had to say was extremely important, so he didn't stop her. "Okay, tell me."

"To be precise, my tongue is just a decoration, I can't taste any taste. I once heard a way that stimulated with chili can change the sense of taste. During that period of time, I ate a lot of Xichuan chili, but my tongue finally I also felt the spicy taste, and it didn’t change in the end, it even made my tongue even more numb.” Her eyes were cold, and she didn’t want to tell the story of how she lost her sense of taste in the near future, let alone win anyone’s attention in this story. sympathy, or pity.

She doesn't need these useless feelings.

He did become more silent, and after a while, he opened his mouth lightly. "Did you see the doctor?"

Instantly relieved, Su Min was smiling and his eyes were light, as if the haze had disappeared. "It's been several years, and I read a few times, but it's useless."

Pressing his hand, she asked him to come back to his senses and continue talking. "What I want to say is not the point, but when I cook porridge in the morning, I think how lucky I am to have this opportunity to cook something for you."

At least, she doesn't want to face the ending of life and death again.

Once for father, once for son, she felt that enough was enough, and she didn't want to taste that heart-wrenching feeling again.

"Because of this knife, you have been worried for a long time." He lowered his eyes, looking at the white cloth around his waist, and the smell of herbs around him was extremely heavy.Covering the wound secretly, he asked with a smile.

She doesn't want to talk about how she spent these two or three days, the kind of loneliness, the kind of sadness, the kind of disappointment, she doesn't want anyone to see, and she won't tell anyone.

That's just her own business.

That's just the weakest and most helpless self.

Lowering his eyebrows and holding his left hand, Su Minhan said in a low voice, "Are you completely disregarding your own life? How could you still do this when you have seen him light up the knife?"

But he smiled softly, his handsome face was covered with a faint candlelight, appearing indifferent as if he had been reborn. "I put life and death aside, I can't think so much, and I can't wait."

"I didn't think I was worth your life to protect." She suddenly raised her eyebrows and looked straight into Lu Qingyang's eyes. She could hardly suppress the emotions in her heart, and she couldn't continue to pretend to be plain.

He spoke more naturally, and blurted out, as if this question didn't require him to spend his time thinking and groping for the answer. "Didn't I say it long ago? You are the most precious and everything is worth it."

When she turned her eyes, a little smile merged into her, and her tone softened, making her more quiet and beautiful like a little girl. "Everyone says that Mr. Lu is stable and decent, why are you so good at making me so happy in front of me?"

He looked at the scene of her drooping eyes and smiling, and uttered a word, at that moment, a secretive color flashed in his eyes. "I'm just telling the truth."

"If you can't wake up, you..." Is he really so open-minded about life and death?Su Min frowned slightly, with a clear layer of melancholy imprinted between his brows.

He smiled lightly and said, "I believe I won't die so early."

When she heard this, although she was also smiling, some inexplicable emotions arose, and she asked quietly. "Brother Lu, where did you get your determination and belief? Many people simply cannot survive such a serious injury..."

He smiled deeply, looking high-spirited: "Even if I put all my eggs in one basket, I have always had good luck in my life, and God will not be too harsh on me."

"Maybe I should learn from your optimistic attitude." Su Min nodded with a smile. It's fine if he thought it was that simple, but he would never understand how frightened she was.

Well, she didn't want him to know either.

"Drink it quickly, don't waste rice if it's not tasty."

She stood up and watched him finish the scallop porridge before picking up the bowl and silently walking towards the door.

"Su Min, thank you." Before the door was opened, a voice behind them broke the silence between them.

Her smile was bitter, but she didn't turn her head to let him see her expression at the moment. "It's me who should say thank you. If it wasn't for you, I might have been out of my wits long ago."

"No, that's what I should say. Thank you for taking care of me so far." He paused, as if looking for a more suitable way of expression, with a more serious tone: "Thank you for letting me wake up."

Was it her who woke him up?

It's just the belief in his heart to support it.

Did he mean that he woke up because he was thinking about her in this world?

But this sentence still made her feel satisfied and sweet. She was not a woman who was difficult to satisfy. She opened the door silently, and she finally walked out.

(End of this chapter)