Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 123 Almost Didn't Make Her Spit Out
"Where did you go?" Duan Yijun asked.

Nan Yuan clenched the hand heater a little bit, sniffed her snot, and replied, "I just sat on the eaves outside for a while."

Hearing the sound of her sniffling, Duan Yijun walked forward with a cold face, stretched out his hand and put a sticker on her forehead: "Aren't you afraid of the cold? What are you doing sitting on the eaves?"

Fortunately, it was just a simple cold and no fever.

Duan Yijun ordered: "Lingyun, go prepare a bowl of ginger tea for Yuan'er."

Lingyun received the order and retreated.

Nan Yuan touched her warm little face after returning to the room, and then remembered that the strong ginger taste of ginger tea was far less delicious than her favorite dim sum and fresh soup, and frowned unhappy: "I don't want to drink it. .”

Duan Yijun: "Don't drink and wait for a fever?"

Nan Yuan hugged Duan Yijun with her hands, raised her small head, looked at his handsome face, her eyes lit up: "If I have a fever, will you worry about me?"

When did Duan Yijun, who had been neglected by her for several days, receive such treatment? He suddenly hugged him with nephrite in his arms, which distracted him for a moment. He looked down at Nan Yuan's bright eyes, and smiled. It looks brighter than the stars in the sky, and people can't help but look at it obsessively.

After a while, I suddenly realized that I was just hugged by her, why is it like this?

"Cough cough cough..." Duan Yijun coughed twice, looked away lightly, and said lightly: "Could it be that you still want to have a fever?"

Nan Yuan nodded: "Yes! I have been blowing for several days, but unfortunately my body is too strong, why do I still only suffer from some wind and cold?"

Hearing the back, there was a pity tone.

I don't know which of her words suits Duan Yijun's appetite. His mood seemed to soften a little, but he still stretched out his hand and tapped her little head: "Let's not talk about having a fever and suffering, just your stupid head. What if it burns even more stupidly?"

Nan Yuan: "..."

Nan Yuan angrily let go of Duan Yijun's hand, glared at him, and began to reflect that she shouldn't ask such a stupid question. If she had a fever one day, Duan Yijun would definitely hit her on the head of her bed. hurt her.

After a while, Lingyun brought in the brewed ginger tea, and before reaching the door, the smell of ginger tea wafted around, gradually filling the whole room with the smell of ginger tea.

Duan Yijun took the ginger tea, pressed Nan Yuan on the stool, put the ginger tea on the table, and said lightly: "Drink it and you'll be fine."

Such an unpleasant smell, if it wasn't for the cold wind outside, she would have wished to open all the windows now.

Nan Yuan frowned: "No drink."

Duan Yijun cooled the ginger tea with a spoon, seeing her repulsive expression, which was the opposite of what she had seen before: "Don't you like the taste?"

Nan Yuan nodded: "It smells so bad."

"I'll feed you." Duan Yijun picked up a spoonful of ginger tea and blew it on his mouth, wondering if it was blessed by the beauty of the man, the spoonful of ginger tea in his spoon also looked delicious, etc. looking at her.

Nan Yuan began to feel a little bit moved. She had been sniffling her nose for several days, and it was not a problem if she drank ginger tea all day long. , took a sip.

Vomit... It really was the blessing of Duan Yijun's good looks. Should the ginger tea be so bad that she almost vomited it out.

"Don't drink anymore." It's like a child who is tempted to take a bite of a dish he doesn't like, and finds it's still unpalatable after eating.

(End of this chapter)