Evil Child Black-Bellied Mother

Su Ying couldn't help but glared at him: "What are you thinking? Hurry up and eat and drink medicine!"

"You took my jade buckle." Ye Feibai glanced at Su Ying, a trace of grievance flashed in his eyes.

"You didn't eat just because of this? Okay, let's forget it." Su Ying squeezed the jade buckle into Ye Feibai's hand.

Ye Feibai coughed suddenly, his face flushed.

He quickly put the jade buckle on Su Ying's neck, and Su Ying's eyes flashed with astonishment.

She was about to take the jade buckle off, Ye Feibai stopped this movement and held her hands in her hands.

There is firmness in his dark eyes: "Ying'er, don't throw it away casually."

"Why..." Su Ying lowered her eyes and did not answer him directly. She continued to eat the porridge: "You should eat quickly."

Ye Feibai slowly finished the porridge, and then stopped taking medicine.

Su Ying looked at him a little displeased: "Your wound is inflamed, and you always get fever again and again! No matter how good your body is, you can't stand the toss of you. You should drink the medicine quickly."

Ye Feibai looked at Su Ying with hope and expectation in her eyes. After a while, he slowly spit out two words: "Not good."

Su Ying suddenly became angry: "The body is your own, do you like to drink or not!" After saying this, Su Ying regretted a little.

Sure enough, Ye Feibai stood up without a word, turned and lay back on the bed.

He was lying on the bed, his back looked lonely and lonely, like an aggrieved child.

Su Ying stood in place, apparently seeing him uncomfortable, but when she remembered that he was immersed in the pond looking for jade buckle with injuries, she couldn't help but think that the reason why he was so sick was because of him.

Su Yingben wanted to leave, but finally couldn't bear it.

She took the potion over and stood by the bed, her tone blunt: "Yefeibai, you can drink the potion first."

"You have a bad tone, I'm not in the mood to drink medicine."

Su Yingnu, it turned out to be a dye shop for some color!

"Are you drinking or not?"

"Don't drink." Yefei paused, as if thinking of something, "Unless you go to a place with me."

Every time he threatened her, it was no good, Su Ying resolutely refused: "Don't go."

"Really not going?"

"Not going."

"Oh..." Ye Feibai prolonged his voice, covered himself with a quilt, and shouted in a low voice, "It hurts."

Su Ying stared at him, did he make a mistake!

It's just that she couldn't bear the thought of his injury, she sat on the bedside and pushed him.

Her voice became softer, as if coaxing a child: "You drink the medicine before going to bed?"

"If you feed me, I can think about it."

Su Ying sighed helplessly: "My hand is also very painful, and the medicine bowl is almost out of hold."

Su Ying hum, who can't pretend to be pitiful.

Sure enough, Su Ying had only finished speaking, and Ye Feibai had already lifted the quilt.

He turned over and sat up on the bed, brought the medicine bowl from her hand and put it aside.

He ignored himself for a while, and took her hand with a distressed look: "I'll change your dressing."

"..."

Ye Feibai stroked her palm, faintly said, "Although you don't care about this king, this king definitely cares about you."

Su Ying was speechless.

Su Ying and Ye Feibai have injuries on their bodies, and they have been in the tent for the past few days and have not gone anywhere.

Su Yingben wanted to see how Jin Yang was injured, but Ye Feibai suddenly changed himself, never mentioning the previous things, and always pestering her.

Su Ying occasionally ignored him. He even threatened her with all kinds of trivial things, such as not eating, drinking medicine, or sleeping, forcing her to stay by his side and forcing her to coax him.

Ye Feibai was coaxed by Su Ying for a few days, and the whole person was a little buoyant.

It seemed like this could prove that Su Ying had him in her heart.

Ye Feibai's health was good, and after drinking a few doses of decoction, his condition was quickly controlled.

The princess gave some good ointments again, and after a few days of rest, his wounds healed seven or eight.

However, he enjoys the benefits of being a wounded, and his condition will not easily "improve".

After dinner, Ye Feibai grabbed Su Ying's hand: "Ying'er, I'm not feeling well."

"Why is it still uncomfortable, the wound is still very painful?" Su Ying frowned slightly, his wounds seemed to be scarred, maybe he was infected, "Why don't I let Luhen find Liu for you? Take a look at the doctor?"

"No." Ye Feibai refused.

"If you feel unwell, please call Doctor Liu..."

Before Su Ying's persuasion was over, Ye Feibai stretched out a powerful arm and pulled Su Ying into his arms.

He buried his face in Su Ying's neck, his handsome face was smiling but not smiling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

His handsome eyes were full of interest in his handsome eyes. He breathed in Su Ying's neck ambiguously, sighing like a blue: "Ying'er, I am itchy."

Su Ying rolled her eyes up silently, and pushed him away subconsciously: "Are you staying in the wild a lot, you have lice?"

"Su Ying!" Ye Feibai feinted, calling her name viciously.

Su Ying patted his shoulder comfortingly, with a clear look: "Okay, I'll let Luhen send some hot water, you go take a good bath."

"No!" Ye Feibai continued to refuse.

Neither this nor that, what exactly does he want?

Su Ying glared at Ye Feibai coldly, as if looking at a kindergarten kid: "Have you ever made a mistake? You are the one who itchy, don't you want anything?"

Ye Fei Bai Feng narrowed her eyes and suddenly lifted Su Ying into the air.

"You let me go!" Su Ying struggled violently. She beat his chest indiscriminately and kicked her legs. "Yefeibai, you let me down quickly."

"Don't let go!" Ye Feibai tightened his iron-armed hands, holding Su Ying and strode out of the tent.

When Su Ying reacted, Ye Feibai had put her on the horse, and he himself quickly jumped on the horse.

Ye Feibai pressed her to his chest, and he hugged her very hard, wishing to embed her in his arms.

Su Ying reacted: "What are you going to do? Where are you going?"

Ye Feibai didn't speak, a bright smile appeared on his handsome face, and a hint of sly flashed across his eyes.

He clamped the horse's belly with his legs and tightened the reins, and the horse quickly ran forward.

The horse shuttled flexibly in the woods. It was not particularly cold tonight. The breeze stroked his cheeks, which was very pleasant.

The soft moonlight enveloped the earth like a veil, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

The forest seemed very quiet, only the sound of horses trampling on fallen leaves.

Su Ying also calmed down, she actually couldn't believe it, they could still get along like this.

Su Ying leaned against his arms, and the tip of his nose smelled like grass. <!--