Become the favorite of the sick lady (Gl)

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"Qian'er, don't make trouble."

It was rare for Lin Qian to say nothing. She just put her hand on Fang Fei's waist and stared straight at her with dark eyes.

The light inside the carriage covered by the curtain was not too strong, but it made such a Lin Qian look more aggrieved and pitiful.

"Qian'er, what's wrong?"

Fang Fei sighed silently, stretched out her hand to comfort Lin Qian's long hair, and asked softly.

Lin Qian, who was climbing along the pole, jumped straight forward, so that Fang Fei, who was defenseless, was almost half lying on the seat.

But when Fang Fei tried to sit up, Lin Qian simply buried herself in front of her young lady's chest, rubbed hard, and said in a muffled voice:

"Qian'er really wants to hide Miss."

"Pfft~

Fang Fei, who was unable to sit up because of Lin Qian's movements, could only maintain a half-lying position, and helplessly stretched out her arms to hug Lin Qian. Hearing the muffled words, she chuckled lightly:

"Qian'er, are you jealous?"

Lin Qian's body froze slightly, and then she leaned closer to Fang Fei, raised her head and kissed her soft lips fiercely:

"Yeah, Qian'er is jealous.

The lady and the lady are so destined. "

There is no second person who can take the word jealous so naturally.

But precisely because of these two words, even knowing that the coachman was outside, Fang Fei lowered her eyes slightly, but she was still indulging in Lin Qian's rather unprofessional actions.

The author has something to say: Oh, today is thick and long!

Chapter 100

Clearness

Before rebirth, Fang's father and mother passed away in the second year.

It was dawn, but the gloomy sky, accompanied by dripping rain, did not feel the breath of dawn at all.

Lin Qian looked up at the window, pursed her lips, carefully got up from the bed, and lit the candle.

The candlelight swayed gently, illuminating the room in a warm color, as if instantly separating the inside and outside of the house into two worlds.

Lin Qianba couldn't help but stop holding the candle, feeling lost in thought.

Amidst the subtle sounds of Xixisuo, there were light footsteps coming from behind.

"Qian'er, what's wrong?"

The voice was soft and gentle.

"Miss, why are you getting up? You didn't wait for Qian'er to dress you."

While talking, Lin Qian trotted backwards.

In the warm candlelight, the long black hair was pulled out casually, and she was wearing a plain white dress. However, Fang Fei, who had just turned 16, had a paler complexion against the plain white, but her facial features were very good-looking. In Lin Qian's figure walking hurriedly, her light-colored lips were slightly hooked, and her jet-black eyes also showed a touch of warmth.

She just stood there, making people feel that the whole room seemed to be lit up.

"Miss, you don't wear outer clothes. Although it's not very cold in April, the lady is already afraid of the cold, so you should pay more attention."

Lin Qian, who was walking a few steps so quickly that her breath was a little anxious, just glanced at Fang Fei and then moved away. She took the white coat she picked out yesterday from the cabinet and put it on for Fang Fei.

Seeing that the last button had been buttoned, Lin Qian raised her head and looked at Fang Fei, who was plain white in front of her, and her voice lowered involuntarily:

"Besides, we'll have to..."

A smear of pain slid across Fang Fei's eyes, but before anyone looked closely, it was restrained and nowhere to be found.

"Qian'er, is everything ready?

Presumably, parents are also waiting anxiously at this moment. "

Under the warm candlelight, Fang Fei's eyes were still bright and warm as she said such words.

"Silly Qian'er, why are you crying?"

While sighing, Fang Fei took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, leaned over slightly and wiped away Lin Qian's tears.

Lin Qian, who hadn't noticed that her nose was sore at first, felt that she was being gently wiped, but the sourness became stronger. In order to prevent the veil from being completely wet by herself, she hurriedly buttoned the last button, lowered her head, and quickly run away.

"Qian'er didn't cry, but sand got into her eyes.

Miss, Qian'er is going to prepare things now. "

Fang Fei paused while holding the handkerchief, and looked at Lin Qian, who was facing away from her and preparing things in a hurry. She slowly put away the handkerchief, looked up at the dripping rain outside the window, and murmured road:

"Well, there is sand running in."

***

"Miss, be careful to get wet on the floor."

"it is good."

"Miss, come here again, be careful of the rain and get wet."

"Ah."

"Miss."

"Um"

"We have arrived."

The dripping rainwater hit the umbrella with a pattering sound, covering the two people's eyes with a layer of rain. Lin Qian, who was carefully holding Fang Fei forward, looked in front of her eyes and slowly stopped. Bu Zi, looked to the side with some worry.

Lin Qian tried her best to hold the umbrella, wearing a white flower on her hair, and Fang Fei in plain white clothes, because the rain was really heavy, her clothes were somewhat soaked by the rain.

Pale complexion, rain-soaked clothes clinging to the skin.

She loves gentle smiles the most. From Lin Qian's point of view, Fang Fei, who was always strong except for her weak body, looked extraordinarily fragile at the moment.

"Miss~"

Lin Qian couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Fang Fei tilted her head slightly, and a drop of water was sliding down her eyelashes, like a teardrop.

"Qian'er, give me something."

The teardrops were just an illusion after all, with a soft voice, Fang Fei reached out to her, the emotion in her black eyes was still bright and warm.