Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

Baoyaolian leaned in his arms and sucked on his nose to yield: “It was the concubine's fault. ”

Su God took off his cape and wrapped her up: “I don't even know how to get someone to wear a cape. Look what you look like now. ”

Baoyaolian doesn't know what he looks like, but it's certain that he doesn't look good.

Her whole body was sweaty, the hair in front of her forehead was wet and glued to her snow-white forehead, her face pale, but two reddishes were floating. Her lips were swollen and her body was thin and translucent against her torso.

Seems like a slut who has just been raped.

It's not only ugly, it just annoys Su God to want to strangle her.

Su God bothered to hold her up and throw her on the bed. He glanced at her reddish lips and asked coldly: “I don't know. Can my belly ache like this? ”

Only kissed like this.

But he felt that Sullian didn't have the guts to wear a green hat.

“Yes... it's spicy.” Baoyaolian dropped her eyelids and wanted to die. She didn't want to either.

Su Shen shrugged softly: “Have you tormented yourself like this? ”

He reached out and covered her forehead, which was hot and probably cold.

Women are such trouble.

“Concubine... concubine is wrong.” Baoyaolian covered her stomach and her teeth were trembling.

“On the day of the moon letter, who wants you to eat spicy food? Didn't the royal doctor tell you that day to eat light?” Su God is so annoyed that she deserves it.

Make yourself sick, and make yourself sick too.

“I forgot.” Baoyaolian was in pain, and I didn't want to hear any of his training.

The pain stopped and the tears were spinning in the orbit.

“Heh...” Su God was annoyed but he didn't know what else to say to her.

Holding her in her arms, she reached out and caressed where she was sore: "Is this it? ”

“Mmm.” Baoyaolian felt more at ease when he held her in his arms, but the smell of powder on him made her brow deeper.

Su Shen tried to soothe her with spiritual strength for a while. The pain was not as severe as it had just been, and it eased a lot.

The doctor was dug up in the middle of the night and his robe was not neatly dressed. He arrived in the palace and was still finishing his crown.

“Girl's got a stomachache. Didn't she have more food?” As soon as the doctor saw her again, he split his head.

Bo Yao Lian flattened his mouth and was grieved: “No, I ate very carefully this time, only seven cents full. ”

“Oh...” Su God couldn't help but shout cold.

This time, he really didn't eat the support. He changed his method of torturing himself. He ate extra spicy, and he couldn't stop dying of spicy.

Your doctor was shocked by this cold sound. Hurry and break the pulse of Baoyaolian.

“Girl, this is intestinal wet fever, watching your lips, eating too much intense food, accompanied by fire symptoms, food is better, don't overdo it. ”

Your medical language has a long center of gravity.

Such a delicate and beautiful girl. I feel sorry for her every time she falls ill from eating.

He wakes up in the middle of the night, and he's upset.

Girl, you better take care of yourself.

“She's in a lot of pain right now, you make her do it.” Su Shen glanced at the impotence of lying on the bed, gazing at Baoyaolian with embarrassment, his mouth hooked.

“Weishen will give the girl a needle and the pain will be relieved. ”

Your doctor lived half the time, and Baoyaolian finally felt that he had taken back the foot that broke into the ghost gate.