A kitten dressed as an empress

myself.

The two had been together for ten years. Wen Ruyan had never seen Zhao Yao get sick. He never thought that a small fever would be so severe that Wen Ruyan couldn't speak serious words, so he had to cooperate with the patient in every possible way.

When Wen Ruyan woke up from sleep in the afternoon, the person in his arms was actually flipping through the memorial.

Yes, that's right.

A patient who felt that he had no strength to dress and drink water earlier, now nestled in his arms to review the memorial with peace of mind.

This contrast gave Wen Ruyan an ominous premonition that she hadn't experienced in many years.

How can there be a sense of déjà vu of being deceived?

But before Wen Ruyan made a sound, Zhao Yao regained her composure, put the memorial in her hand aside, and said softly, "I'm hungry."

"Then you call the palace servants to come in and prepare lunch." Wen Ruyan couldn't move and could only raise his head and said.

Zhao Yao refused to call, but buried her head in her neck and said, "Headache."

Wen Ruyan felt that his sanity was broken in an instant.

He obviously still had the brains to think about reviewing the memorial, but he pretended to be weak in the next second.

This acting is really bad!

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