Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

On the third day, Baoyaolian finally woke up not bothered by Su Shen to feed her. She opened her eyes naturally.

At first glance… or this shitty house.

She thought it was a dream of her own, which she didn't seem to have.

She struggled to sit up and found that her whole body was sore, as if she had been lying down for a long time and her bones were rusty.

She remembered that her last consciousness was supposed to be flying across the river, and it was so sad that she couldn't stand it, so she wanted to end that pain with death.

Looks like she's not dead?

It's useless to think about it. When you encounter a little difficulty, you give up your life.

Baoyaolian spat, she looked at the house, there was no one by the bed, and there was a little boy in the far corner playing with the stone.

I think I found her looking at him. The little boy raised his head and saw her open his eyes. His eyes jumped with light: "Grandma... Grandma! She's awake, beautiful lady. ”

A man walked in with a chill outside: "Sullian, are you awake enough to sleep? ”

Baoyaolian blinked and looked at her master. “Young Master, it hurts so much, I can't get up. ”

Su Shen rubbed his hand, put it on the kang first and it was hot, which was why he held her up: “You'll be fine in two days, you've eaten too little in two days. ”

Baoyaolian asked curiously, "Where are we? ”

She looked at Wangcai and at the silver-haired old lady who had just come out of the kang house.

“A family on the road borrowed it for two days, and when Susan got the carriage, we went back.” Su Shen was tired of touching her forehead: “Want to eat? ”

Baoyaolian nodded quietly: "I'm starving. Have you been feeding me food for two days? ”

She was confused and she felt like someone was feeding her, but she just couldn't wake up.

“Without conscience, my lord has been feeding for three days.” Su God was annoyed to pinch her cheek: “Why have you been sick for so many days, the flesh on your face has become more. ”

After listening to Baoyaolian, he moved a lot.

She trembled and asked, "Concubine... how many days have you been ill? ”

“It's the fourth day of coma, and it's scary to be sick when you're so tormented on weekdays. ”

It's not scary at all. It's his fate.

Baoyaolian's face is whiter: “Concubine... concubine now very... much meat? ”

“It's a little swollen than usual, and it's probably an abscess that's still sick. ”

Though Su Shenzhen felt her face was fatter than usual, she didn't care that much.

Sleeping with her at night, she also felt that the little white rabbit on her chest was a lot bigger and had meat on her waist.

A man is so sick, he won't get so fat.

Su Shen felt that it was because of Baoyaolian's body, which created the illusion of being fat.

Didn't care.

Besides, he also knew that Baoyaolian was easily fat. He looked at her a little long meat these days, so the impact was not great.

But Baoyaolian wanted to die with all his heart.

She has been in a coma for so long, she has not had time to make up for 9,000 Dai Chun, and now her body is only afraid of what it was.

Su Shenzhen didn't show disgust and disgust because he thought he was sick and bounced back, resulting in obesity?

She lifted the quilt and looked at her hands, no longer a fibrous jade finger. Although still white, there were obviously several corpses in one hand.

Compared to the old meatpackers, they were thinner, but they were also quite meaty.