The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 420 Your Highness, Do You Like Me (15)

However, when she was sleeping a little drowsily, a cold voice suddenly came from outside the tent again.

"His Royal Highness."

That voice was as cold as if it was covered with a layer of frost and snow, and it woke Qiao Rong up from his sleep in an instant.

She opened her eyes in a jerk, sat up slowly, hugged the quilt, cleared her throat and raised her voice: "Yes, what's the matter?"

There was a moment of silence outside the tent.

Afterwards, the voice became colder: "I would like to ask why Your Highness refuses to have dinner."

Qiao Rong hesitated and said: "I'm not hungry..."

"His Royal Highness." Cheng Anlan said coldly, "If I remember correctly, you have never eaten at noon. Could it be that Your Highness dislikes the poor taste of coarse grains, which does not meet your noble appetite?"

Qiao Rong: "..."

Qiao Rong was silent for a while, and then explained a little depressed: "Really not, I, I just ate too much before..."

After her voice fell, Cheng Anlan didn't speak again.

Qiao Rong waited for a while, but didn't hear anything, so he thought he had left.

She was about to lie down again when the curtain suddenly moved.

In the next second, a hand with sharp bones gently lifted the curtain.

Qiao Rong was startled, and subconsciously hugged the armor placed beside her. Before she could put it on, she could only cover her chest to block it.

So, when Cheng Anlan came in, she saw her hugging the armor tightly, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it away.

He paused.

And Qiao Rong blushed slightly and said: "General, I really can't eat, if I eat any more, my stomach will explode."

"..."

Cheng Anlan was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed helplessly.

He walked a few steps and stood in front of her, then frowned slightly and looked at her and said: "Your Highness is not a child anymore, why can't you always take care of your own health? There is a limit to everything, no matter how good the food is Eat, and don't overdose."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Rong nodded quickly, blinked at him, and assured him earnestly: "I know, I won't eat so much again in the future."

Cheng Anlan looked at her sincere face, so well-behaved that she almost raised her hand to swear.

He lowered his eyes slightly, turned his eyes away, and said: "I will ask the military doctor to come over and treat you later."

With that said, he turned around and planned to leave.

When Qiao Rong heard this, he panicked.

She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Cheng Anlan paused.

He glanced sideways slightly, and his eyes slowly moved down, falling on her small white hand.

Seeing him stop, Qiao Rong let go of his hand quickly, and then hastily refused: "General, I don't feel so sick anymore, I don't need a military doctor..."

Before she finished speaking, she swallowed the following words involuntarily under his calm gaze.

She pursed her lips, and could only take a step back and said, "I don't need a military doctor for diagnosis and treatment, just ask him to prescribe some ordinary digestive medicine..."

Cheng Anlan looked at her for a while.

She held onto the armor tightly with both hands, her eyes, which were always smiling, drooped slightly at this moment, their long eyelashes fluttered uneasily, and her cheeks were blushing with embarrassment.

He was silent for a while, then nodded slightly: "Since Your Highness thinks this is better, then so be it."

He raised his feet and walked toward the door again.

Qiao Rong quietly let out a sigh of relief.

However, just as she was about to put down the armor in her arms, Cheng Anlan, who had just opened the curtain, suddenly stopped again.

Qiao Rong was startled, and quickly covered the armor back.

So as soon as Cheng Anlan turned around, he saw her holding the armor tightly again, staring at him unblinkingly, and the nervousness on her face could not escape.

"..."

"...Your Highness." Cheng Anlan seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and said, "Armor doesn't keep you warm or comfortable, so you don't have to be so attached to it."

Qiao Rong: "..."

"Besides." He seemed to be a little helpless to add, "No one will compete with you for armor."

Qiao Rong: "..."

(End of this chapter)