Don't hurt me, the emperor: ugly women mess up the harem

Chapter 242 [Her heart tensed instantly, and then tightened...]

When Shi Potian was called out by Fangfang, he lowered his head stiffly, and didn't get any information for a long time.

"Brother, why is your face so red?" Seeing that her brother didn't answer for a long time, Fangfang stared at him with wide eyes, but saw Shi Potian whose face was as red as a boiled shrimp, and asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, do you feel... sick? I just said, I told you to sleep in the room, but you just want to move the low couch outside the door to sleep..." Seeing him like this, Jing Lingke opened her mouth I can't stop, this child is really good, he doesn't sleep in a good house, but he wants to sleep outside, he's better now, he's sick...

She doesn't know how to take care of patients, not to mention she can't protect herself now.

"No...not sick!" Shi Potian stammered and shook his head, looked up at Jing Lingke, then lowered his head instantly, bit his lip and stopped talking.

Jing Lingke was puzzled, since she was not sick, why her face was so red, the accompanying person got out of bed wearing shoes, and gently touched Shi Potian's forehead with warm fingertips.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, or petrified for a moment.

Shi Potian's brain went blank for a while because of her intimacy.

But Jing Lingke was because she saw something on her wrist that shouldn't be there...

Let her heart tense instantly, and then tense again...

"elder sister……"

"elder sister……"

The voice around her pulled back her thoughts at the right time, and also saved her heart that might be suffocated. When she came back to her senses, she met Shi Potian's doubts.

"Hehe, I'm not sick. Did you burn it just now? Look, you still have black charcoal on your face, and you don't even know how to wash it off..." Jing Lingke was scrambling, but she was screaming in her heart. Screaming, what the hell is going on.

How could the bracelet that she had sold come back to her, so clearly, clearly, emerald green on her wrist, with warm and bright colors, it was hard for her to ignore it.

Shi Potian thought that there was really black charcoal on his face, so he ran out in a hurry. God knows, a child who is just in love pays the most attention to how he looks in the eyes of some people, but he never thought that Jing Lingke was simply letting go. Just him.

(End of this chapter)