This villain is really like the hero

Chapter 78

Yan Ruo directly interrupted the mirror demon, "Do you think I can get the spirits now, or do you think his body can withstand such a toss?"

The mirror demon was silent for a while, "I heard that you can soak a veil with cold water and put it on the forehead of a person with a fever, and then change the cold veil frequently, it can also lower the temperature of a person with a high fever~"

Yan Ruo listened silently, thinking that this idea is quite feasible

She remembered that there was a well where she had just entered the cold palace, and there was a bucket beside the well, as if it was often used by someone.

Yan Ruo walked outside without any hesitation.

Because the body was young, Yan Ruo didn't dare to draw too much water, fearing that he would be pulled down due to lack of strength, so he entered the house with only a small half bucket.

Next, it was necessary to put a veil soaked in cold water on Rong Chen to cool him down.

Yan Ruo just wet the veil, when she turned her head and saw Rong Chen lying on her stomach, she suddenly fell silent.

She still has to turn the person back? ? ?

To keep his head up but his body out of the wound? ! !

Don't look at Rong Chen as thin, but he is also heavy.

Yan Ruo is now wearing a nine-year-old shell, and it is not an easy task to turn a 12-year-old boy over.

At least just flipping through it has already made her break out in a thin layer of sweat.

Now let her turn her back...

Yan Ruo finally managed to adjust her emotions, and now her mentality is a little bit broken.

She was thinking, if she begged the crown prince to blame Rong Chen, was she punishing him or herself?

If she could choose again—

She would never compromise no matter what, she said forty big boards are forty big boards, so she just beat Rong Chen to death.Then there is no problem now, and she won't suffer here at night.

Now that things have come to this, Yan Ruo can only accept his fate.

She probably owed Rong Chen in her previous life, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a mess because of him now!

……

Half a night passed in a blink of an eye, and the temperature on Rong Chen's body finally dropped.

Yan Ruo was too tired to move.

She suspected that Rong Chen was torturing her on purpose.

Letting her keep soaking the cold veil was fine, she pulled the quilt for a while and shivered, and then kicked the quilt away to shout for heat, and called for water several times in the middle.

Fortunately, Rong Chen's fever subsided, and Yan Ruo breathed a sigh of relief.

She put the golden sore medicine she brought beside Rong Chen's pillow, and let Rong Chen use it himself after waking up.

Afterwards, she couldn't help but sighed, she couldn't figure it out that she, a crying cat and a mouse, had become a true compassion.

It can be seen that it is not good to be too broad-minded.

The biggest disadvantage is - tired!

Just as Yan Ruo was about to leave, her palm was suddenly grabbed by a warm hand, "Don't go..."

Being caught three times in a row, Yan Ruo had the heart to chop off the paw.

"Don't go, stay with me..." He closed his eyes tightly, and there was a little vulnerability and pleading in his voice.

Yan Ruo subconsciously thought that Rong Chen regarded herself as his mother again, so she didn't think much about it.

Fortunately, it was the palm of his hand instead of the wrist that was grabbed, this time Yan Ruo easily broke away Rong Chen's hand.

She left without looking back.

The figure gradually fades into the night...

The person on the bed who had his eyes tightly closed slowly opened them, and there was no trace of the haze of a sleepy person just waking up.

He rubbed his fingertips slightly, and seemed to be able to feel the warmth remaining.

"This temperature really makes people feel nostalgic..." Rong Chen pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, his eyes could not help showing a bit of loneliness.

Still a little confused.

He didn't expect that he would suddenly develop a high fever after being hit twenty times.

A scorching sensation came from all limbs, and consciousness was gradually taken away by the temperature.

This feeling is no stranger to Rong Chen, he has experienced it countless times since he was a child.

(End of this chapter)