Prison Marriage

Except for the two of them sharing the same room on the wedding night, they slept in separate rooms for the rest of the time.

The room layout of the two of them was roughly the same, and Tan Jin didn't notice this after taking a shower, and ended up sleeping here.

"Hiss..." Tan Jin gasped, the pain in her left leg brought her back to her senses.

After the car accident, her feet suffered from severe sequelae. Whenever it was rainy, she would suffer severe pain. She usually prepared painkillers, but now it was not her own room, so she had to go back to the room to get the medicine.

Enduring the pain, Tan Jin got up and supported the bed, and slowly moved her limp out.

The lights in the corridor outside were on, and it was easy to see Tan Jin's original room.She leaned on the wall and walked over, opened the door, and didn't bother to look for the light, so she went inside with the light in the corridor, and went to the bedside to look for the cabinet familiarly.

Probably because of the severe pain, the movement of looking for things became louder.

"What are you looking for?" A voice sounded right next to my ear, full of drowsiness.

Tan Jin subconsciously replied: "Medicine."

"Medicine?" The voice repeated, as if suddenly waking up, and then there was a soft snap, and the room suddenly lit up.

The sudden light was dazzling, and Tan Jin turned her head subconsciously, her vision blurred for a while.

He Qingmao's handsome face appeared in front of his eyes, frowning and looking at her.

Tan Jin was startled, and wanted to stand up suddenly, but when she was halfway up, her left leg suddenly felt a piercing pain.She swayed and fell onto the bed.

He Qingmao subconsciously caught her, lifted the quilt and hugged her to the bed, looked at the cabinet she had been looking for, and saw the words "Xufen Chewable Tablets" on the medicine box at a glance.

He is no stranger to this painkiller.

"You have dysmenorrhea?" He Qingzhao asked with a frown. Before Fang Qiaoai had dysmenorrhea, he had seen her take this painkiller.

Tan Jin was a little confused from the pain, and even more confused when he heard this: "I don't have dysmenorrhea."

She didn't have menstrual pain, and even if she did, dysmenorrhea was a legend to her.

He Qingzhao frowned even more when he heard this. In his impression, Tan Jin never had dysmenorrhea.It's just this medicine... He carefully looked at the person in his arms.

Tan Jin's face was extremely pale, one hand was covering her left leg, and the other was about to get the medicine on the cabinet.

left foot?

He Qingzhao's mind turned quickly, a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes, before Tan Jin could get the medicine, he suddenly hugged him up.

"Ah, what are you doing, my medicine..."

"There's no water in the bedroom, go down and eat." He Qingzhao couldn't help but said, took the medicine in one hand, and carried her outside.

Tan Jin moved her lips, struggled a little and wanted to go down by herself.He Qingmao ignored her, and her feet really hurt badly, so she buried her head in his chest and gave up struggling.

Surrounded by familiar and long-lost smells, Tan Jin closed her eyes.

Apart from the two master bedrooms and the study room on the second floor, there are obviously other rooms. She never expected that He Qingmao would sleep on her bed.

It never occurred to me that I would be caught looking for medicine.

Her left foot, the car accident...

Before Tan Jin could think about it, He Qingzhao had already walked to the living room, put the person on the sofa, put the painkiller in her hand, turned around and poured water.

Tan Jin stared blankly at the medicine in her hand, in a daze for a moment.

"Your feet don't hurt anymore?" Seeing her not moving, He Qingzhao raised his eyebrows, his words were cool.