Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Chapter 91 Xiao Jiaojiao in the Palace (51)

At a glance, she saw the frail body lying on the bed.

His face was frighteningly white, his beautiful eyes were closed, and his lips had lost their color and were a little chapped.

The left chest was wrapped with a bandage, and he was lying slightly on his side with the help of pillows to avoid putting pressure on the wound.

The eagerness I felt when I came in dropped slightly at this moment——

She slowly walked towards him and squatted down in front of him.

She folded her arms and supported him on the bed beside his face, leaving enough distance to carefully trace his facial features.

He looks haggard and seems to have lost some weight...

Counting his eyelashes one by one in a strange way.

When he noticed it, he suddenly looked away as if he was suddenly burned, not daring to look again.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the familiar fragrance lingered in his nose as his consciousness drifted. He slowly opened his eyes, his thoughts still a little stagnant.

"You're awake!"

Ruan Ruan came forward in surprise, but still didn't dare to touch him.

Rong Yan didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly, with inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

She couldn't resist, she hurriedly avoided his sight and was about to leave.

"Since you're awake, I'll go back first."

There was a sudden cold touch on her wrist. The force was not strong, but her steps were stumbled.

His long fingers were slightly drawn closer to her skin.

"Don't go."

After being stuck with this action for a while, a suppressed cough hit her eardrum, and she couldn't help but turn around and squat down in front of him again.

The hand on the wrist still didn't let go.

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

She hates her behavior and doesn't want to deal with it anymore.

On the surface she was angry with him, but in fact she was really angry with herself.

Rong Yan just smiled and slowly sat up. There was a desperate look in his eyes. Instead of answering her question, he asked.

"Stay for me just because you are grateful?"

"Or is it guilt?"

She pursed her lips and asked, "What else?"

The soft voice contained no offensive power, but the content of the words was not like that.

Rong Yan grabbed her other arm and opened her sleeve with his fingertips, revealing the braided bracelet hidden inside.

"Is this also guilt and gratitude?" The voice was so hoarse that it seemed difficult to speak.

“Since these are guilt and gratitude, what about this?”

There are two pieces of warmth in front of your lips, but your breath is burning.

Even the dryness on his lips was clearly palpable.

He didn't move—

Ruan Ruan pushed him away like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and with a suppressed groan, she quickly supported him, "Are you okay?!"

The bandage on her chest turned red and she let go.

"...I'll go find the imperial doctor."

Behind him, Rong Yan looked at her panicked back, and there still seemed to be a soft touch on her lips.

Touch lightly with your fingertips.

……

The sky was extremely dark and the moonlight was faint.

There was no light in the tent when Ruan Ruan came in.

Only rough outlines can be seen.

Qi Guan Yao sat quietly at the table for I don't know how long.

"I'm home."

The voice was filled with forced joy, but she didn't hear it.

He hesitated and said, "I have something to tell you."

After a long silence, he slightly bent his eyes and said, "Okay."

He stood up and walked towards her, stopping in front of her.

"Can our relationship end here..."

A long finger pressed in front of her lips, stopping her next words.

"Jiaojiao, I don't agree."

At this moment, he was actually smiling, with dark emotions in his eyes.

He took her hands, and a cold foreign object was stuffed into her palm, and she slowly clenched it under his strength.

He curled his lips into a smile, enchanting and a little desperate.

"Or, kill me."

(End of this chapter)