Suddenly, fierce cangyan fell aside and passed out in a coma.

Pet stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist. His white slender fingers clasped his pulse, and his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled deeply.

In the past, although he looked like a sick and beautiful man, he had huge and powerful power in his body, but now his body is like a really sick man. His appearance looks bright and beautiful, and his constitution has long been corrupt.

If he goes on like this, he won't have much time.

……

……

When strong cangyan woke up again, he was already lying in the quilt. Not far away, the girl sat on the soft collapse and looked down at the memorial in her hand.

The dim yellow light shines on her, giving people an unreal feeling of being unable to grasp.

Strong cangyan couldn't help but want to get up, but he fell on the bed all of a sudden.

Therefore, he attracted the attention of the pet sitting on the soft collapse.

"You're awake." she put down the memorial in her hand, took the medicine on the table, walked over and sat down by the bed.

First put the medicine bowl aside, and she reached out to pick him up. Her action was gentle as if holding a treasure. Such meticulous behavior made the strong cangyan's heart soft.

Holding a jade bowl, the pet scooped up some medicine juice with a spoon, blew it, and handed it to his thin lips: "it's not hot, drink."

Fierce cangyan looked at her in a daze. His mind was in a trance, as if he didn't know where to look through her.

"Your Highness, drink the medicine..."

"I've put in the medicine. He drinks it like this every day. Even a miracle doctor can't save him..."

"Monster - help - kill him -"

Looking at the trance of fierce cangyan, pet leaned the spoon against his lips and said, "what are you thinking? I made this medicine myself. Do you drink it or not?"

It was not a gentle tone, but it called back his thoughts.

"I don't like to drink medicine," said strong cangyan

Pet Yu thought he was a little like a child. Who could have thought that the noble Dragon Lord like an indifferent God, or the arrogant seven princes of Yanguo could have such a side.

"Not bitter." she lowered her voice to coax.

Strong cangyan looked at her smiling face, slightly opened his lips and drank.

When the bitter taste came, he frowned, reached out and grabbed her jaw, kissed her aggressively, and put his tongue into her mouth to sweep it quickly.

"Is it bitter?" he asked.

The pet's mouth was bitter, and his face was still smiling: "not bitter."

Strong cangyan's eyes flashed slightly and said, "feed me with your mouth."

Darling: "

"If you don't drink," she put the bowl aside.

It's true that the more a man dotes, the more God will feed him. When will he feed him with his mouth.

Strong cangyan took a bowl and drank the whole bowl of medicine. His lips and tongue were bitter and numb. He grabbed her robe and pulled her back to bed and pressed her under him.

The pet lay under him, looked at his beautiful pale cheek and said, "don't you want to sleep?"

He lay on her body, leaned close to her ear, gently bit her white earlobe and said, "you sleep with me."

"I still have a pile of memorials." the pet moved to avoid his kiss.

The earlobe escaped the harassment of men, but revealed the white and tender neck. He kissed it carefully, and his hand dishonestly penetrated into her robe.

"Don't make trouble." pet grabbed his hand.

The burning and burning breath sprinkled on her neck. The dark and different colored eyes flashed through the deep desire ~ hope and said in a low voice, "I'll help you later."

Then he kissed her lips heavily.