My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

"Master Pei is shy!"

Song Qingcheng couldn't help but tease, and the first thing that came out of her mouth was Master Pei! ! !

It is said that people's habitual habits are the hardest to change. Song Qingcheng herself did not realize that she was calling him Master Pei again.

Pei Huaizhi has accepted his fate, so we shouldn't mention this matter. Let him be.

Song Qingcheng thought Pei Huaizhi would refute, but unexpectedly, Pei Huaizhi just twitched the corner of his mouth.

She thought that Pei Huaizhi might not want to pay attention to her. She looked at the clepsydra and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

"Husband, you take a rest for a while. I'll ask someone to prepare something for you to eat!"

Song Qingcheng said this and stepped over Pei Huai and got off the bed.

"Help me up!"

Pei Huaizhi took Song Qingcheng's hand and said

"Why are you sitting up? You are in this state, you are afraid of it. You should just lie down and rest."

Song Qingcheng couldn't understand why Pei Huaizhi didn't behave himself even though he was in such a state.

Although Pei Huaizhi spoke with more strength today than yesterday, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone, not to mention that his ribs were broken, so it would be best for him to recover while lying down.

Song Qingcheng didn't want to win...

"tired!"

Pei Huaizhi said.

Song Qingcheng said, "Oh!" It was true that it would be tiring to maintain one posture, but Pei Huaizhi could only lie flat.

"Then go slower!" Song Qingcheng leaned over.

"Put your hands on my shoulders!"

Pei Huaizhi obeyed and did as he was told.

Because the two people were too close, it looked like Pei Huaizhi was in Song Qingcheng's arms.

Because of her excessive movement, Song Qingcheng's inner garment was half-open, and her delicate skin suddenly caught Pei Huaizhi's sight.

Song Qingcheng didn't notice anything at all.

Such a vivid scene early in the morning was definitely a test for Pei Huaizhi. After all, he suffered internal injuries, especially in the upper body, but there was no problem with his lower body.

Although Pei Huaizhi looks thin, he actually has perfectly smooth muscles. Perhaps it is because of his martial arts training, the lines of his body are very smooth.

However, Song Qingcheng didn't care about it, because she was worried about hurting Pei Huaizhi, so she didn't dare to use too much force, so she seemed to be struggling.

Song Qingcheng grunted for a long time.

The arc of the collar became wider and wider, revealing the pink shirt underneath.

Song Qingcheng was tall, but not skinny. She was thin but not skinny, and her body proportions were amazing, especially the beautiful peak that broke through the clouds and caught people's eyes, like a fatal temptation.

Pei Huaizhi simply closed his eyes, otherwise he would have gone crazy and exploded to death.

Seeing beads of sweat oozing from Pei Huaizhi's forehead, Song Qingcheng asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Pei Huaizhi gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay!"

Song Qingcheng felt relieved and continued to move Pei Huaizhi's body.

Terrible!

Pei Huaizhi couldn't see with his eyes closed, but his sense of touch was unusually sensitive.

He clearly felt the delicate and erect breasts passing across his chest, and the pointed tips of the lotus roots made him tremble all over.

He trembled, and Song Qingcheng was afraid that she might hurt Pei Huaizhi's wound, so she didn't dare to move.

Just helping Pei Huaizhi up made Song Qingcheng exhausted. Not only was she physically exhausted, but she was also mentally exhausted!

Pei Huaizhi was not tired, he felt it was torture.

The main reason is that he can't control his desires at all.

"I'd better get up by myself!"

Song Qingcheng heard Pei Huaizhi's voice was already hoarse, and looked at him worriedly.

Pei Huaizhi closed his eyes, as if enduring great pain.

"Are you OK!"

Song Qingcheng asked.

"Don't talk! Stay away from me!"

Pei Huaizhi did not return to Song Qingcheng, but said something inexplicably.

Song Qingcheng curled her lips.

He waved at Pei Huaizhi's outrageously handsome face and hummed twice.

I will not argue with you because you are still sick.

Pei Huaizhi closed his eyes. Although he couldn't see Song Qingcheng, he could feel Song Qingche's palm wind.

He still has the energy to take care of this.

He was feeling uncomfortable, not only because of the pain from his physical injury, but also... the discomfort that he couldn't tell anyone else.

Pei Huaizhi endured the discomfort and slowly sat up straight. Seeing this, Song Qingcheng quickly took a pillow and put it behind his back to make him more comfortable.

"Mrs. I'm here."

It took Pei Huaizhi a while to calm down and open his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Song Qingcheng looking at him with a puzzled look on her face.

Pei Huaizhi's eyes fell on Song Qingcheng, and he saw that her clothes were still slightly open, revealing a touch of pink. His throat rolled involuntarily, and he quickly looked away.

He said unhappily, "Clothes!"

Song Qingcheng noticed his strangeness and looked down. Oh my god! No wonder Pei Huaizhi was acting weird.

She hastily put her clothes in order, wondering why he was still angry. She was the one who suffered anyway.

"Cough cough cough..."

Pei Huaizhi's blood surged up and he started coughing violently, but he couldn't move too much for fear that the broken ribs that had just been tied would break, so he had to suppress it.

Pei Huaizhi's pale face turned red.

Seeing that Pei Huaizhi was about to cough to death, Song Qingcheng thought that they were husband and wife after all, so it shouldn't be that serious. She just straightened her clothes and tried to calm Pei Huaizhi down.

Really...

Song Qingcheng didn't know what to say.

I don’t know if it was Song Qingcheng’s illusion, but Pei Huaizhi felt abnormally hot all over at this moment.

"You have a fever!"

Song Qingcheng touched Pei Huaizhi's forehead and found it was indeed terribly hot.

Seeing that Song Qingcheng's cough had eased.

"It was fine just now, why is it suddenly burning so badly now?"

Song Qingcheng didn't care about the ambiguous atmosphere anymore. It was so hot that it might burn her brain.

Song Qingcheng hurriedly walked out of the inner room, asked someone to bring in cold water, soaked the towel in it, wrung it dry, and gently placed it on Pei Huaizhi's forehead.

She sat by the bed, looking at Pei Huaizhi's abnormal expression.

"It's okay. I was going to have a fever anyway. Master added bupleurum to the medicine I gave him last night, so I didn't have a fever!"

Pei Huaizhi was not worried about his condition.

Song Qingcheng had forgotten that Pei Huaizhi's medical skills were also superb, so he naturally knew what medicine to use for him.

"Then I'll call Master over and show it to you!"

As soon as Song Qingcheng finished speaking, she saw Pei Huaizhi's expression was a little strange.

"What's wrong??"

Song Qingcheng asked.

"Now... you... probably... can't call the master... the master likes to stay up late... he even confuses right and wrong... he's probably just rested now, even if you ask... the master probably won't come!"