Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 220
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

Hearing Nangong Yiran screaming in pain, Anran hastily let go of him and sat up.

Nangong Yiran heaved a sigh of relief without An Ran pressing himself down.

An Ran looked at him, raised her hand and wiped her tears: "You know, that night, you asked me to find someone to help me in a bright place. But when I got there, I was in despair. It was Yizhuang, and the dead There are many, but none of the living people can be seen."

Listening to An Ran's murmurs, Nangong Yiran frowned slightly, raised his hand and lifted the quilt.

Seeing that he was about to get up, An Ran hastily pressed his shoulders and pushed him back on the bed: "Don't move, your injuries are not fully healed yet."

"Hiss..." Nangong frowned, sweating from the pain: "You still know that my injury is not fully healed yet."

"I really didn't mean it." An Ran scratched her head embarrassedly: "What are you going to do, help me."

"Water..." Nangong Yiran slowly raised his hand, pointing to the teacup on the wooden table.

Hearing this, An Ran turned around and quickly came to the wooden table, took a cup of warm water, and came to the bedside.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

Seeing the teacup being handed up with both hands, Nangong twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.

He just opened his mouth, wanting to say that he can come by himself.Unexpectedly, An Ran took advantage of the gap when he opened his mouth, directly put the cup next to his mouth, and tilted it slightly.

Warm liquid poured into mouth.

Unprepared, Nangong Yiran was choked, and the water in his mouth sprayed An Ran's face.

"you……"

Raising his hand to wipe the water off his face, An Ran was about to get angry, but suddenly remembered that Nangong Yiran turned into this appearance in order to save himself, and abruptly put away his temper.

"I'll do it myself."

Taking the teacup from An Ran's hand, Nangong Yiran took a shallow sip.

He put the teacup on the table next to the bed, turned his head and looked around: "Why are you alone?"

"Princess Regent was worried that you would be hungry when you woke up, so she went to the back kitchen to make porridge, and the regent also went with her."

An Ran leaned forward while answering Nangong Yiran's question.

She stared at Nangong Yiran's chest for a moment, then raised her hand suddenly, and groped his body.

An Ran's move was too sudden, so frightened that Nangong Yiran flinched back in a hurry: "You...you you you...what are you doing?"

"Why not, I just want to see if I accidentally pressed your wound just now."

An Ran responded to Nangong Yiran's question, and did not stop her movements.

Nangong Yiran's eyes were wide open, and he avoided it with a look of shock: "I'm fine, I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

"Let me take a look, just a glance."

"A man and a woman can't give each other a kiss."

After the words fell, An Ran paused, and raised her head to look at him.

Seeing her suddenly stop moving, Nangong Yiran looked at him with a little vigilance.

The two looked at each other, and after a while, An Ran let out a "puchi" and laughed out loud.

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at you." An Ran looked at Nangong Yiran with crooked eyebrows, and her eyes were full of smiles: "A young brat, who actually knows whether men and women can kiss each other or not."

"You are the bratty brat."

Casting a disdainful glance at An Ran, Nangong Yiran turned his head away.

Seeing that he was somewhat repelling her approach, An Ran spread her hands helplessly.

　Thank you Qiu Shui Mo Liang☆ for your reward, what a da~ I suddenly found out that you changed your name, hahaha...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)