I'm flirting with tyrants

Chapter 388 Icy Tenderness

Chapter 391:
Right now, not yet.

"Drink medicine."

Xiao Qingxuan raised his hand and knocked over the medicine, nearly half of the medicine soup was spilled on his body.

He, who was spotless and aloof, was actually somewhat inexplicably embarrassed at this moment.

He raised his hand and carefully wiped her hand that was soaked in the soup. His movements were not gentle, but each stroke was meticulous.

This action reminded her of her little ancestor.

But, how could he be the little ancestor? No matter how cold and arrogant the little ancestor was, he never did anything to threaten her. During the four years when she disappeared, he even chased her from the state of Jin to the Western Regions following her breath.

Even if someone beats her with stones or sticks, as soon as she sees her.

Yiran threw herself into her arms and recognized her at a glance.

"It hurts?" He Qianjue grabbed her hand and asked in a cold voice.

Xiao Qingxuan laughed, he would also ask others whether it hurts or not?
Sometimes, she couldn't guess which one was the real him, the one who ventured into the fairyland of the fairyland alone to save her, or the one who fought against a dozen holy eighth-level soul masters to save her?Or he who married her to Ji Chu Nanyuan, and him who forced her to participate in the strong contest?
"Sometimes, I really doubt that He Qianjue, you treat me well, is it really only limited to me being your pawn for profit?"

Her five fingers were slightly bent, her cheeks were illuminated by a layer of soft sunlight, and her expression was stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

He paused while wiping her hands, his bright eyes drooped slightly, but it was his appearance of not saying anything that made her even more resentful towards him.

"Little thing, some things are not as simple as they appear on the surface. Sometimes, seeing is not believing." So, he has a reason to do so.

But this reason cannot be said at present.

Xiao Qingxuan turned his head away, not to look at him.

He Qianjue put down the little hand that was wiped clean, put it on the cushion, got up, and ordered someone to come in and clean up the messy floor.

"Little thing, you have a good rest."

Xiao Qingxuan didn't look at him again, the pain on her back made her lips pale and blue, but in front of him, she always didn't want to show him her vulnerable side.

The body trembled slightly.

She raised the hand that he had wiped carefully, clenched it into a fist, and pounded it heavily on the bed, making a soft noise.

If it wasn't because He Qianjue saved her this time, she might have died.

She is still too weak.

The warm sun shines on the body, layer upon layer of warmth, the seasons will always alternate, constantly changing...

Winter came quietly, and the icy cold made her exposed hands purple.

The door was opened again, and he came in with a pot of steaming water. He walked slowly to the edge of the bed, bent down to pick up her little hand, and put it in the hot water. The temperature of the water was just right, not too hot. .

His hands seemed not as cold as before, and even had some warmth.

After soaking and wiping for a long time, Xiao Qingxuan couldn't help reminding: "It's already clean!"

He Qianjue looked at her at the same level, his beautiful eyes overflowed with cold light, and said slowly: "This is the medicinal soup of snake silver summer grass and gentian fruit. If it gets on the skin and is not handled carefully, it will fester."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qingxuan's hand, which he only tried to withdraw, paused, and then he plunged into the bottom of the pelvis.

He Qianjue lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "I lied to you."

Xiao Qingxuan: "..."

This cold joke is not funny at all!
Withdrawing her hand abruptly, she didn't want to overturn the basin, and He Qianjue put her hands on the bed on both sides of her head almost immediately, blocking all the water.

(End of this chapter)