The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

Mu Rong pretended nothing happened and walked into the study room side by side with Xu Rongrong.

The two of them held each other's arms, looking like an ordinary couple.

But only Xu Rongrong knew how hard it was for him to hold on. Most of Mu Rong's strength came from the arm he rested on her, and his right hand, which was clasped with hers, was frighteningly cold.

As soon as he entered the study, Mu Rong couldn't hold on any longer.

He slumped over the desk, drooping dejectedly.

"Close the door!" he said hoarsely.

Xu Rongrong quickly closed the study door tightly.

"How is the Marquis?" Xu Rongrong's face showed unspeakable anxiety.

Mu Rong raised his head with great effort, and met her worried eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Don't worry, it's nothing serious..."

But the bulging veins on his forehead didn't look like he was not seriously injured.

Xu Rongrong grabbed his arm and tried to help him to the couch next to her. Mu Rong took a deep breath and refused, "Don't... be careful not to get cold."

Then he glanced at the bookshelf: "There is a box behind the third shelf. It contains the medicine that Mr. Shu prepared for me."

Upon hearing this, Xu Rongrong hurried over.

Mu Rong's bookshelf was very high, and the third shelf was a bit difficult for her.

She stood on tiptoe, holding onto the bookshelf with one hand and exploring with the other, her body leaning tightly against the bookshelf. The back of her hand turned slightly red from holding on so hard.

The whole person looked anxious and clumsy.

Mu Rong half-leaned on the table and looked over. Although his heart was in excruciating pain from the cold poison, his eyes and brows were full of tenderness.

"Found it!" Xu Rongrong said in surprise.

It was a box woven from wisteria with a hidden clasp on it.

Gently opening it, she found a finger-sized medicine bottle inside. She quickly returned to Mu Rong and asked, "But this?"

Mu Rong nodded.

Xu Rongrong didn't care about anything else and quickly took out a pill and fed it into Mu Rong's mouth.

Warm fingers touched his cold lips.

A shudder ran through both of them.

Xu Rongrong rubbed her arms, took two steps back, and asked, "Is the Marquis feeling better?"

Mu Rong's cheeks flushed, and he smiled when he heard this: "Even if it is a panacea, it won't work immediately... Rongrong knows about herbs, so why doesn't she understand this principle?"

It's nothing more than caring too much and causing confusion.

Xu Rongrong blushed slightly.

Mu Rong endured the discomfort and looked at her: "I want to meditate for a while. If Mu Yi comes to report, please help me stop him for a while."

Even Mu Yi and Mu Ai, his closest servants, don't know about his current situation... All this is done to protect her.

How could she not agree to this request?

"Don't worry, my lord. I'm here." She nodded.

Mu Rong raised the corners of his mouth, then closed his eyes and mobilized his internal energy to regulate his breathing.

A chill instantly spread in the study. Although he had not shown much discomfort in front of her since the poison took effect, beads of sweat rolled down his bulging veins and soaked his collar...

Xu Rongrong bit her lip involuntarily, her finger bones curled up, and she subconsciously tore the handkerchief in her hand.

He must be in a lot of pain now.

An indescribable pain emanated from my heart.

Seeing the sweat on his forehead getting more and more, she wanted to wipe it off for him, but was afraid of disturbing herself, so she just froze there, at a loss.

A full half hour passed before Xu Rongrong felt the coldness in the study dissipate.

Mu Rong's face flushed slightly. He opened his eyes and smiled weakly at Xu Rongrong: "Thank you, Madam, for your protection."

Xu Rongrong rushed over and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

But as soon as he touched it, he found that her handkerchief had already been crumpled into a ball, so he threw it aside and rolled up his sleeves to wipe it for him.

The sweet fragrance wafted out as he raised his hand, making Mu Rong feel extremely soothed.

In the past, Mu Rong would recover quickly after each breathing exercise, but today he indulged in his own weakness, half leaning in the girl's arms, watching her worried eyes as she gently wiped his cheek bit by bit.

It was as if a feather was passing over my heart, causing a shudder.

"Is the Marquis feeling better?" she asked cautiously.

"Not good." Mu Rong suppressed his desire to rub against her arms and said in a hoarse voice, "You can't move for now."

When Xu Rongrong heard this, she had no doubts at all.

I hugged him motionlessly, hoping to use my strength to relieve some of his pain.

The study is so quiet that you can hear the sound of time flowing.

Before she knew it, she felt an itch on her neck.

When she looked down, she saw that Mu Rong had raised his head without her noticing, and his lips were almost touching hers.

Xu Rongrong hurriedly pushed him away, and the person who was half-sitting on the ground also quickly backed away.

The body that had been stiff for a while suddenly felt numb and sore: "Ouch."

People will also fall to the side.

Mu Rong was startled, no longer caring about pretending and quickly hugged her: "What's wrong with Rongrong?"

At this point, Xu Rongrong no longer understood the pretense of the man in front of her.

She was so angry that her eyes turned red: "You! You teased me."

"Yeah." Mu Rong admitted with a smile.

Xu Rongrong wanted to raise her hand to hit him, but her arms were so numb that she couldn't lift her head. She felt very uncomfortable.

Mu Rong then realized something was wrong: "But your body is numb?"

Xu Rongrong was about to cry, the corners of her eyes were red and she looked so pitiful: "It's all your fault!"

"It's my fault." Mu Rong followed suit and took advantage of the situation to lift her up and put her on the couch in the study. "Don't be angry, Madam. I'll give you a massage."

As soon as his hand touched her sore spot, Xu Rongrong hurriedly said, "Don't touch me, you...you'll make me feel worse if you touch me."

Mu Rong understood what was happening. He felt guilty as he looked at the girl's miserable expression.

Just now, he was just reluctant to let go of the fragrance in his heart, but ended up making her suffer for no reason.

So he prepared to mobilize his internal energy to relieve her pain.

Xu Rongrong saw it and quickly stopped him: "No! Your body is fine. If you use your internal energy recklessly and make it worse, what will happen?"

Seeing her ignoring her discomfort and only caring about him, Mu Rong felt soft-hearted, but he couldn't refuse her kindness, so he asked, "What should we do? Rongrong just sat there stiffly for a long time, I'm afraid she won't be able to recover for a while."

Xu Rongrong was indeed feeling sore and numb at the moment that tears were about to come out.

She bit her lip and said with determination: "Then...then press it for me a little."

After saying that, he added: "Don't use your internal force."

The delicate and aggrieved look of the girl in his arms made Mu Rong almost melt.

If the poison had not yet been resolved, if he had not been afraid of angering her...

I'm afraid that he will do something worse than an animal to her in this study today.

But for now he could only give up the thought, press his palms on her numb waist and back, and massage slowly.