He has long hands and long feet, and he pounces very fast.

Jiang Rao was completely unprepared, her lower back sank, and she almost fell into the couch.

But he was pinched by a pair of large, thick and calloused hands.

Because of the burning, his body was extremely hot, and Jiang Rao's skin shuddered through the fabric. She pushed him but couldn't push him away, but he was startled and frowned, and shouted, "Nian Nian."

The breath he was breathing during the speech was extremely hot, and the tip of Jiang Rao's ears trembled.

He closed his eyes and rubbed against her neck. He didn't hear a response, and continued to shout, "Nian Nian."

There was unease in the low voice.

Jiang Rao was brought by the temperature on his body, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her face.

After he called "Nian Nian" a few times, she finally heard the unease and turmoil in his voice.

This sound, as if confirming something.

"I'm here," she said.

She held him up and wanted him to lie back.

As soon as he raised his hand, he heard a painful muffle in his ear, "I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Rao took advantage of the situation and touched his forehead, the temperature was indeed shockingly hot.

"Lie down and you'll be comfortable."

She persuaded gently.

The slender fingers that were clamped to her slender waist moved inadvertently, and the force was even tighter.

If you say that when he rushed up just now, Rong Ting's mind was a little confused, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and dream.

After this toss, he was half awake.

The confused head has been dreaming, and it was the dream that he often had recently. In the dream, he had to call her the Queen's Sister-in-law, which made him panic.

He opened his eyes just now and saw her sitting beside his couch with her head down, her thin neck dangling in front of her eyes.

The skin is extremely fair, cleaner than the snow.

If you press it, it will leave a red mark.

He stared at it for a while, his eyes gradually deepening.

Probably because of the effects of those medicines, his self-control was broken. Just looking at her in front of him, his mind was filled with some crazy thoughts.

Want to declare sovereignty.

I want to leave a trace.

want to bite.

These are the thoughts that best conform to his instinctive nature. Without the barrier of reason, they burn more and more vigorously in the dark night.

His head rested on Jiang Rao's shoulder, and the cold white face reflected by the candle looked sickly and well-behaved, but the slender fingers pinching her waist gradually tightened, smelling the fragrance on her body. In the dark, like thirsty water, he licked his teeth.

But she heard a coquettish voice, "Take your hand lightly, it hurts me when you pinch."

Rong Ting's breathing

Stop, as if awake, blinking. The unusual look in the pupils because of those crazy thoughts slowly sank and was hidden.

The thoughts in her head of wanting to bite and to leave tooth marks somewhere on her body didn't stop, and her vision was still dark and heavy.

But he loosened his hand slightly.

In the end, she couldn't bear the pain.

He rested his chin lightly on her shoulders across her shoulders, and it was terrifying to think about the dream. Without speaking, only hearing her breathing, knowing that she was there, was a great comfort.

But in this consolation, there is also a secret dissatisfaction.

Jiang Rao reached out and patted him on the back, "Go to sleep, you can get better faster when you sleep."

Her movements were gentle, but there was great sadness in his eyes, "Are you going to leave later?"

She will leave, she will leave when his leg is healed, this is what she said.

As it is now, it's good to keep it going.

"I'm not going."

The little girl's coaxing voice was soft and gentle.

She put her little hand on his back and patted it lightly, afraid that he would be too burned to hear, and repeated, "I won't go."

"En." Rong Ting responded slowly, his voice very deep, "Don't lie to me."

"Of course I won't lie to you. If you're not good, I'll keep my eyes closed and keep you up all night. I won't leave."

The effect of the medicine was getting heavier and heavier, and Rong Ting closed his eyes.

I missed the last two sentences Jiang Rao said like a guarantee.

...

Deeper exposure.

Helping Rong Ting, who had fallen asleep again, lie down, and Jiang Rao touched his forehead, which was extremely hot.

Thinking about his behavior just now that he seemed drunk and sleepy, and felt that his illness was more serious than she thought, he put the matter of returning to his mind first, and went to the well in the courtyard to drink half of it. Bucket of water.

Wet the kudzu towel with cold water and put it on his head.

She carried the bench herself and sat guarding by his bed.

After his handkerchief was soaked by his body temperature, he took it off and put it in cold water again, then wrung it dry and put it on.

Again and again, tirelessly.

Occasionally raised his eyes to look at him, glanced at his face, and heard his breathing was a little weak, and his heart felt as uncomfortable as a ball.

It was late at night, thinking about him, but not sleepy.

The pitiful appearance of him now, and the loneliness in her dreams who are high above and have a cold personality. The umpires have nothing in common.

Jiang Rao now feels more and more that they are two people.

that alone. The referee sleeps by himself

At times, he always let her sleep beside him, causing the people in the house to misunderstand that she was his maid, and they stuffed her with things, trying to make her say a few words in front of him, but what she said, in front of him. There is no use for him, she doesn't take anything when others send it, and it saves other people's face, and has a reputation for being spoiled and spoiled. .

If you think about it, you want to scold Wang Ba. Nine, Jiang Rao lowered her head and muttered a few times.

The person on the bed moved restlessly, Jiang Rao stood up, took the wet cloth towel, and tried his forehead.

Not too hot.

She exhaled, feeling relieved.

It's not too annoying to change, so washed the Ge towel and pressed it on his head.

Looking at the sky outside, couldn't tell what time it was.

Slip all the way back to Jiang's house and get back into his bed, the last stone in Jiang Rao's heart finally fell.

Legs, saved.

...

The next day, Ming Shao called her girl twice, but failed to arouse anyone.

Although the girl is used to being lethargic, have never seen her shouting twice in the morning and she can't get up?

Ming Shao took Jiang Rao's quilt away, "Girl, it's time to wake up."

Jiang Rao slept in a deep sleep and felt a chill on her body. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Instead, she looked confused and wanted to sleep.

"If the girl doesn't go to dinner, I'll make the master worry again." Ming Shao took the clothes handed over by the other little maids, put them on Jiang Rao, and swept over the snowy skin beside the tip of the apron. But he frowned and looked carefully, "Girl, on your waist..."

Jiang Rao looked down with dazed eyes, saw the reddish marks on her waist, and immediately woke up.

This must have been left over from last night when he was pinched at the waist.

She suddenly felt a headache and explained blindly, "When I fell asleep last night, I accidentally rolled under the bed, maybe I fell at that time."

But he couldn't help but slandered. He didn't know what the sick person was dreaming about. He looked so weak that he didn't have any strength, but then it hurt her.

Ming Shao had always been a girl who said she was the only one, so she didn't doubt the authenticity of Jiang Rao's remarks, and immediately admitted her mistake, "It's the slave's fault, I didn't notice the girl last night, and I didn't even know that the girl fell off the bed. "

Jiang Rao was afraid that if she didn't stop her, she would even say the slave maid should be damned, so she quickly said, "I was not careful, and it has nothing to do with you."

Ming Shao got up, found a blood-activating ointment to apply to Jiang Rao, and muttered, "Girls have been like this since she was a child. If you touch her body, it is easy to get bruised. Next time, you have to be more careful."

Jiang Rao lowered her eyes, wondering if her patient had recovered.

Ming Shao said to Jiang Rao while applying the medicine, "Tell the girl a few fun things."

"My servant heard this morning that the Yang family has offended the beggars here. Every day, no matter how hard they are, there are beggars to make trouble."

Jiang Rao has never been a gloat, and said lightly: "Maybe they offended someone."

Ming Shao said, "It's not just this one. In other words, the young master went out to watch a play yesterday and met the brother and sister of the Yang family."

"The young master has a calm temper in the past two days. He wasn't even angry when she was called a fat man by Miss Yang."

"But Miss Yang said, "Miss, your appearance and talent are not comparable to the girls in the oil mill here. The young master was so angry that he had to fight with others. He changed Jiang Ping's cleverness and spread a few words. Everyone now knows that the Yang family can't get married, and they hold grudges like this, and they are watching their jokes."

Jiang Rao smiled this time, "The girl from the oil mill is innocent, she was pulled out for comparison without any reason."

"But the fun will come later." Ming Shao smiled, "The young master made a big noise, went back and ate a melon, and the melon rind was thrown at the place where the Yang family brothers and sisters got on the sedan chair..."

Jiang Rao tapped her forehead with a half-smile, "This little bastard."

There are both bright and dark means, and they can all play flowers.

Instead, she thought that after a lesson, he could be more honest and peaceful.

Sure enough, the country is easy to change, the nature is hard to change, and it is the lawless little overlord.

"But the young master ate a whole honeydew melon yesterday and had diarrhea this morning." Ming Shao put the last button on Jiang Rao, "I met him in the courtyard just now, holding my stomach and trying to find the girl, saying that he only knew about that.杨公子接近他是想求娶姑娘，要找姐姐揍他这个小眼瞎的一顿——他原话就是这样，可笑坏奴婢了。”

"He knew in his heart that I wouldn't beat him, so he dared to come here." Jiang Rao knew in his heart, "If I really beat him, he would have to cry, saying that my sister doesn't hurt him anymore."

Ming Shao changed Jiang Rao's clothes and looked at it, "The girl's eyes are very dark, do you want the servant to put some powder on you to cover it up?"

Jiang Rao nodded, and when she went to have breakfast, she was not so afraid of her father finding out that she had climbed over the wall last night.

As soon as he arrived at the dining place, he was hugged by Jiang Jinxing, who was rushing over.

"I want my sister to hold it." Jiang Jinxing hooked her hand, and only walked in without holding her hand.

"Don't you want me to beat you?" Jiang Rao

tease him.

Jiang Jinxing immediately shrank his head, turned his butt around again, covered his hand, and released it again, "Sister is going to be beaten."

He closed his eyes and said, "Then beat it up."

Jiang Rao straightened his collar for him, "My hand hurts, I don't want to beat you, just know your fault."

"Then I'll rub it for you." Jiang Jinxing's two soft chubby hands covered Jiang Rao's hands. He had a very smart nose. He seemed to smell a faint bitterness on Jiang Rao's body. When he arrived, he leaned up and sniffed hard, "Did my sister take medicine when she was sick? Why does it smell like herbs."

She was so frightened that Jiang Rao took off the purse that Jiang Jinxing was wearing and put it on her body.

Covered by the smell of the purse, no one could smell her this time.

After breakfast, no one found out that she left the house last night.

Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief.

The robbery was successful.

...

In the west of the city, Rong Ting woke up just before dawn.

He sat up on the couch with his upper body supported, and a wet cloth towel slipped off his forehead.

Touching his cool forehead, he pursed his lips for a long time and smiled softly.

The glaciers in his eyes melted, and his eyes were warm and gentle for a while.

He moved his legs to the bedside, and unexpectedly found that today's legs are much stronger than those before the cold.

Rong Ting raised his hands slightly, did not support anything, and tried to stand up.

There was a gleam of brilliance in his eyes.

That's it.

There was a "dong" sound from the courtyard, and after a while, the door was pushed open.

When pushing the door, Jiang Raohuan was afraid that Rong Ting would not wake up. When pushing the door, he was very careful and did not dare to use too much force.

Opening the door, she saw Rong Ting sitting beside his bed, her eyes lit up, "Brother Ting, are you awake?"

She was carrying a boxy octagonal food box in her hand. After opening it, steaming porridge was revealed. Jiang Rao set the tableware and chopsticks on the small table and brought it to Rong Ting, "I'm here to bring you food. ."

She saw that Rong Ting's spirit seemed to be much better than yesterday, and she felt a little more at ease, "Is your wind chill better?"

She originally went back last night because she wanted to continue dreaming about something.

But what to dream, whether to dream or not, is not something she can control at all.

After she went back last night, she slept so soundly that she didn't dream of anything.

Rong Ting looked at her darkly.

Because Jiang Rao was worried that Rong Ting would not have the strength to open the door for her, for the convenience of climbing the wall, she did not wear a high-collared cloak, and her fair and slender neck was exposed.

"My illness is almost healed." He finally looked away and said in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Rao had an expression of disbelief on her face, "You were sick for a day and didn't tell me."

She remembered this account, waiting for him to settle with him.

"Really good."

Rong Ting had never been cared so much by anyone, his cold white face couldn't hold back his blush, and he was well hidden by the newly recovered morbid state, "Even if you call the doctor to see him, he will say I'm all right."

He has been ill for a long time and has become a doctor. This year, he has nowhere to go. He wants to dig up medicine to treat his illness. He has recognized a lot of herbal medicines and can't make mistakes.

"I believe you once did."

Jiang Rao said very generously.

She pushed the porridge in front of Rong Ting, "You have some porridge, I just got sick, I specially brought porridge for you, it will make you feel more comfortable."

Rong Ting's eyes were firmly locked on her.

He suddenly turned his head away, looked to the side, hesitated for a long time, and then looked back.

"Can you remember what happened last night?"

"Um."

Rong Ting coughed and lowered his eyes.

The beautiful face that was still sick, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if a little shy, it was difficult to speak, and he spoke slowly.

"You looked...looked at my body."