Quick Wear: The female supporting role is soft-hearted and cruel, and the big boss chases her and ki

Her other hand reached into the depths of the white mist, and the prince did not see it. He opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyelashes covered with tiny water droplets trembling, looking very pitiful.

He turned his head to look at Mingnan, his vision was a little blurry, and it took him a while to see her outline clearly.

“It’s…uncomfortable.”

He spoke weakly and intermittently.

Mingnan nodded: "It's right to feel uncomfortable. It will be even more uncomfortable when the medicinal wine seeps into my limbs and bones."

She leaned closer, stretched out her free hand and covered the prince's eyes, "Close your eyes."

The prince's long eyelashes brushed across her palm, bringing a slight wet itch. Mingnan quickly withdrew her hand, and seeing that he closed his eyes, she nodded with satisfaction.

Then she raised her other hand, and the dagger's cold, shiny blade reflected her resolute and determined eyes.

The next moment, she drew hard on the palm of her left hand.

The sharp blade cut through his flesh so quickly that Mingnan didn't feel the pain at first, only realizing it when he saw blood.

She endured the severe pain, clenched her hands and raised them to the prince's face, and ordered: "Open your mouth."

The prince didn't understand, but he still opened his mouth obediently. Almost at the same time, the blood drops from her palm formed a line and fell into his mouth.

The warm, sweet liquid spread between his lips and teeth. The prince swallowed subconsciously, then suddenly widened his eyes, "You——"

Ming Nan saw that his lips were about to close, so he quickly threw away the dagger, clamped his chin, frowned and said, "Don't move!"

The prince looked at her in astonishment, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions so complex that it was hard to tell.

[It hurts so much. If you dare to waste it, I will beat you up! ]

Prince: "..."

She has already drunk it, so she really can’t waste it.

The prince was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her hand that was hanging in the air and pulled it in front of him. The force was so great that the unprepared Mingnan staggered forward two steps, and she had to hold the edge of the bathtub with her other hand to maintain her balance.

"what you do--"

Before she finished her words, Mingnan's eyes widened in surprise and shock - the prince held her wrist, pried open her fingers, lowered his head, held her palm and sucked hard.

His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, his proud and straight nose had such smooth lines, and his lips, which were always light in color, were stained with blood that had been accidentally stained.

The touch of those soft and warm lips was so vivid that Mingnan's heart skipped a beat and it hurt her chest a little.

She subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but it was held even tighter, making her unable to move.

The prince raised his head, his dark eyes glowing with a faint light, which made her body stiffen.

Like a warning, no, that's not right, it's not accurate to say so, it's more like... protecting food?

This word suddenly flashed through Mingnan's mind. Yes, it means protecting food!

After being sucked for a while, Mingnan came back to his senses, "Okay, that's enough. If you suck me any more, I'll get anemia."

This was of course an exaggeration, and she wanted to ease the strange atmosphere.

The prince also obediently let go of her wrist, leaving a bright red five-finger mark on her originally fair skin.

Mingnan: "..."

She glared at the prince, "Why didn't I see you were so strong before?"

The prince licked his lower lip and said hoarsely, "You are too naive."

Mingnan: "???"

[Why does this sound weird? ]

The prince paused after he finished speaking, but it would be a bit too much to explain at this time, so he simply leaned against the wall of the bathtub and looked at Mingnan nonchalantly, "So what is the purpose of drinking blood?"

"It's the medicine." Mingnan picked up the reserved medicinal wine on the table and said, "Okay, you can drink this now."

The prince's eyes fell on the ink-black medicine. He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously, "If you want me to die, you can just stab me. There's no need to torture me like this."

Mingnan: "..."

205: [Puff——]

Mingnan gritted his teeth and said, "Stop talking nonsense. Just drink what I tell you to drink. It won't kill you."

"What if he is poisoned to death?" The prince took the medicine bowl and looked at her with a smile.

He didn't know that the color on his face had gradually faded, and a layer of cold sweat accumulated on his forehead, which looked like it would fall at any time.

It's just a forced smile.

Is he pretending to be relaxed because he's afraid she'll worry?

Mingnan looked at him deeply, and his voice was actually a little trembling.

She wanted to say, "If it hurts, you can scream out."

But when she met his gentle eyes, she couldn't say it.

Having been a sickly person for so many years, what he has seen the most is sympathy and pity, and what he needs least is concern.

She sighed in her heart, picked up a handkerchief and pressed it on his forehead, leaned over and said with a smile: "If you are poisoned to death, I will accompany you. It's a life for a life, you won't lose."

Her outline was blurred in the white mist, but her eyes were clear and bright, and they saw into his heart.

In an instant, my heart was pounding.

The prince suddenly smiled, "Okay."

He picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp without even blinking.

Almost the moment the medicinal wine entered his throat, his whole body started to burn!

What he drank didn't feel like medicine, but like he swallowed a ball of fire, burning from his throat all the way to his stomach, and then spreading to every part of his limbs.

He finally understood what it felt like when Mingnan said all the pores were opened!

At that moment, his whole body opened up from the inside out. Something slowly overflowed from his body with sweat, accompanied by a sharp pain like scraping bones.

His hand shook, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered into pieces.

He covered his neck with his hands, and the veins on his forehead, neck, and arms all bulged, looking horrifying.

Mingnan opened his eyes wide and stared at him nervously.

She took out a clean handkerchief, folded it and handed it to his mouth, "If the pain is unbearable, bite this! It will be fine in another quarter of an hour, hold on!"

The prince bit the handkerchief, groaned, and pounded the edge of the bathtub with his hands. The exposed skin gradually turned red.

Something black came out of my pores.

Mingnan didn't dare to leave. He stared at the prince the whole time, and his heart ached as he listened to his uncontrollable sobs.

The pain of being reborn is comparable to that of lingchi, and not something that ordinary people can endure.

The handkerchief she used to wipe his sweat was soaked, and when she wrung it out it was all sweat.

Later, the prince's consciousness was blurred by the pain and he was about to faint. Mingnan squatted beside the bathtub and encouraged him, "Hold on, Your Highness, it will be fine soon! You have endured it for so long. If you faint now, all your efforts will be wasted and your pain will be in vain!"

"Your Highness! Wake up!"

The prince felt like a drowning man, floating up and down, unable to find relief.

And her voice floated in front of him like a piece of driftwood.

He desperately grasped this glimmer of hope and half opened his eyes.

Ming Nan was overjoyed: "Dian——"

The prince pulled the handkerchief out of his mouth and turned his head to kiss her slightly opened lips.

Mingnan: “Hmm!”

She was caught off guard and froze in place, staring blankly at the person so close to her.

The prince held her lips, smiled weakly, and murmured, "I got you, Mingnan."