sir he is sweet

The little girl grabbed Murong Sheng's sleeve, and chattered about not to make her husband angry, A Sheng, please be good, Murong Sheng was confused.

"Hiss... I said how long have you been here, why are your elbows turned out?"

It's not the time to stare at Qi Zhao at first, and use the same eyes as the rabbit who was staring at her testing medicine.

"Sir, you're very nice—"

Fu Yi pouted and counted with his fingers: "Sir, you have many good things and gave them to me. I have seen a few from Master, but Master is very picky, so he is not willing to give it to me!"

In comparison, sir is really generous.

Of course, she definitely didn't dare to tell Ah Sheng that the husband used himself to test the medicine for her, even though...the medicine was about his physical condition.

Ah Sheng will kill her, right?

The little girl stuck out her tongue.

Murong Sheng rubbed his forehead, looked at the sleeping man's face, and suddenly noticed that he was trembling slightly.

Fingers trembling?

At first I thought it was Qi Zhao who woke up, but it took at least an hour for the sleeping point to be released automatically, how could it be so fast?

Murong Sheng looked at Fu Yi suspiciously.

The girl "giggled" and laughed, "Mr. is afraid of the cold, his blood is stagnant, and he was burned by a hand stove a few days ago. A Sheng, you should use your internal strength to warm him up!"

She tilted her head, tugged at Murong Sheng's sleeves, and whispered to him a lot of precautions, which made Murong Sheng feel that at such a long age, that person's body is not as good as it was ten years ago.

"Mr. likes sweets. He always avoids taking medicine and always eats sweet-scented osmanthus cake. His stomach can't stand this. He has a stomach ache, but he still insists that it's okay."

"Mr. is afraid of the cold, and he doesn't like people to be close to him, and he always gets burned. Ah Sheng, look at his wrists and calves, they are really scalded all over the place. Let me tell you... the best way to keep warm is with human flesh." Heart!"

"A Sheng, although I don't understand, I always feel that there are many things hidden in my husband's heart, and he is not very happy."

The girl's small voice gradually disappeared in the room, Murong Sheng took off his outer robe and put on the couch, slowly taking the man's cold body into his arms.

It's really... really cold.

Bone cold.

As if carrying the chill that could freeze a person's blood vessels, Murong Sheng circulated his internal energy for a week, slowly warming the person's thin body.

By the way, he opened his sleeves and trousers and took a look.

Sure enough, the scald scars were floating on the white skin in all directions, just looking at it made people feel... so distressed.

The latest two places are barely scabbed.

Qi Zhao fell into a drowsy sleep, and his complexion gradually eased from the blue and white at the beginning.

The convulsive and jumping muscles on the back were gradually smoothed out in the warm environment, and between the man's exquisite browbones, the forbearance gradually dissipated and relaxed.

"Go to sleep, sir!"

Murong Sheng wrapped his arms around his back, warmed his stomach carefully with his palms, patted lightly, and coaxed him softly.

It can be seen that he is very tired.

The long-term tense spirit and exhausted mental strength gradually relaxed under Murong Sheng's comfort. The man's slender neck was slightly folded back, and he fell asleep on Murong Sheng's pillow, and fell into a deeper sleep.

Murong Sheng smiled slightly, his eyes flicked over this person's delicate thin lips and curved and elegant outline, his eyes poured down with undisguised affection.

"If it's possible... For the rest of my life, I'd like to accompany you and warm your bed so that you won't feel cold anymore."