The Emperor's Favorite: Miss Jinghong II

Chapter 130 What Are You Going To Do? (2)
He lit the fire skillfully, then carried me across the fire to the side of the fire, my body was still trembling.

Wan Qiyan seemed to feel it, he hugged my body tightly and hesitated for a while, he looked at me, his eyes were full of anxiety, "What's wrong?"

"Hehe, it's okay, it's just a little cold." I smiled reluctantly at him, the pain in my chest had already paralyzed my nerves, and I lost any feeling.

Wan Qiyan looked at me and remained silent for a long time, but he still put me down gently. Suddenly he stood up and took off his robe.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I looked at him in surprise.

Wan Qiyan stared at me frankly, without any evasion on his expression, and said, "Stupid woman, what is this king doing, I am not interested in a woman like you." Wan Qiyan looked indifferent, but put his clothes on The movements on my body are extremely gentle.

We just sat like that, and a gust of cold wind blew from the cave from time to time, hitting our skin layer by layer.

"Ah ̄￣￣￣￣￣" I sneezed so unladyily that I almost shocked myself to death, and my chest suddenly hurt badly, and the wound that had just healed began to bleed again.

"Stupid woman, are you going to drive this king crazy?" Wan Qiyan seemed helpless, stood up and tore off the white robe inside, and wrapped it around my body again. Let it go, but my heart was moved for a long time.

"Hey, hey, will this fester?" I deliberately concealed my inner feelings, and my mouth was still unforgiving.

Wan Chengyan glanced at me, and suddenly frowned.He put the back of his hand on my forehead, and leaned on his head again.

"Why is it so cold?" There was a trace of sadness in his eyes, but he hugged me suddenly.

"Ah, it hurts." I moaned.

Wan Chengyan seemed to understand something, let go of me quickly, he turned my body around, and hugged me from the back.

"It's not cold like this." There was a trace of hot air on the neck, hitting me, making me uncomfortable for a while, I swallowed hurriedly, but didn't dare to speak anymore, isn't such an indirect contact a kind of provocation?

With the warm support behind me, my body is not so uncomfortable anymore. My body gradually softened with the ups and downs of Wan Qiyan's heartbeat, and it has also begun to blur. Slowly, slowly, I no longer feel the surroundings. The movement is gone.

It seems that I have slept for a long time. When I woke up, I was no longer in that cave. Looking up, I saw a lotus-colored gauze curtain, and on my body was a comfortable silkworm brocade quilt, with silky touch.

I slowly sat up and put my hands on my painful chest, but found that the surroundings were unusually quiet.

"En? Where's Wan Qiyan?" I rubbed my chest and tried to get out of bed, but found it harder than climbing to the sky.

I had no choice but to sit back and look at the open door, which was filled with white light from outside.

At some point, Wan Qiyan walked in, seeing my face suddenly turn pale, he hurried up to me and supported me.

I looked at him with a little sadness in my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I don't know why, could it be that I have a terminal illness?
(End of this chapter)