Chapter 89 Sleep

Murong Jie suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand, and beckoned her to come over.

Zian sat beside him, looking at him.

"Give me a sip, and I will tell you a secret, a secret related to you." Murong Jie said very seriously.

Zian hesitated, her secret? What other secrets does she have that he knows but he doesn't know? Is it the original owner's secret? Although the original owner still has the memories left in his mind, some of them are missing.

She was moved, but she still shook her head, "You have to take the drink by yourself. When you get better, you can take it by yourself."

Although she is very interested, she still has the professional ethics as a doctor.

Murong Jie's head sank, "Girls who are too stubborn are not attractive."

Zian put his hand under the bed, "The doctor doesn't like patients who are too disobedient."

Murong Jie looked at her face, couldn't help stretching out his hand again, "Your face is like a tabby cat, go and take some medicine."

"I can't see, there are no mirrors here, but it doesn't matter, the skin trauma will heal soon." Zian didn't even sterilize.

"Bring it here." Murong Jie ordered with a straight face.

Zian shook his head, "No need..."

"Second time!" Murong Jie became strict.

Zian had no choice but to take out a bottle of ointment from his sleeve pocket. This ointment is specially used for minor trauma and has the effect of disinfecting and astringent. Xiao Tuo bought it from Baohualin.

Murong Jie took the ointment, unscrewed the lid, smelled it, and then tried to struggle, but found that he had no strength at all, so he could only whisper and sternly: "Come closer, the damn king can't get up."

Zian had no choice but to sit closer. Sitting so close to him made him feel more relaxed than when we met far away. At least he didn't have that sense of oppression.

However, without this oppressive feeling, he felt a little more uncomfortable and awkward, because his breath was just below her, and that handsome face with capital letters reflected a bit of tenderness in his eyes.

He dug some ointment with his fingers, and gently applied it on her face. His fingertips were very rough, and the wound tingled a bit when he touched it.

In fact, he is already extremely gentle, but this kind of battlefield warrior is also a nobleman, where has he ever worked as a servant?

However, the ointment was cold, and it was very comfortable to apply on the face. After the stinging pain, it felt so cool and comfortable that the exhausted she almost lay down to sleep.

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw his long eyelashes blinking below, indescribably bewitched.

This outstanding man will be her husband-in-law in the future. Thinking of this, the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably, showing a shy and joyful expression.

"What do you want to do like a nymphomaniac?" Murong Jie tapped her lips with his finger, the smell of ointment remained on his finger, which was a bit cold.

Zi'an raised his head quickly, coughed, his face was as red as fire, "No, I'm thinking about something."

Murong Jie said displeasedly; "I haven't finished painting yet, continue."

Zi'an was annoyed at his failure to live up to expectations, now that he was in danger, what kind of crooked thoughts did he have?

How could this man be hers? God would never treat her like this. Even if she married her, it was only due to calculations and conspiracy. The last thing she needed was a marriage that took advantage of each other.

When she moved her face closer, she became much calmer.

After painting, Murong Jie sighed softly, "I'm thirsty, give me a sip of shochu."

Zi'an burst out laughing, "Don't even think about it!"

"Even if you put some cotton on my lips, that's fine."

Seeing that he couldn't forget this sip, Zian could only sigh softly like him, "Just put it on your lips!"

She got up, took the clean cotton used for disinfection, scooped a little out of the wine jar, dipped it in the cotton, and then took it and gently stamped it on his lips.

Due to fever and coma for a few days, his lips were very dry, and when the wine became wet, he licked his lips twice with his tongue, and looked at Zi'an with unfinished thoughts, "Print it again!"

Zian used the ball of cotton to print again, Murong Jie frowned and said, "You have to wet it again."

Zian threw away the cotton ball, "No, it's a deal."

"Just one sip?" Murong Jie's eyes widened, and he looked at him very dissatisfied, "I haven't even tasted what wine is like."

Zian stood up, "If you can't drink, then drink medicine, and you don't need to drink if you are awake."

"A doctor like you doesn't consider patients at all." Murong Jie muttered.

Zian ignored him and went out to warm up the medicine.

He came in with the medicine and saw him lying quietly on the bed with an indescribable expression of sadness or anger on his face.

Seeing her coming in, he immediately restrained himself and looked at her sideways with a more relaxed expression.

Zijian pretended not to notice his blankness just now, and sat on the edge of the bed to feed the medicine with a spoon.

He was very cooperative, he drank all the medicine, and then put his head under the pillow, and let out a long breath of relief.

He didn't ask a word about his own move here after being injured, as if he wasn't interested at all.

Zi'an put the medicine bowl away and yawned unconsciously.

Murong Jie looked at her, "Come up and sleep."

Zian turned around, almost thinking he had heard wrong, "What?"

"You sleep in there." Murong Jie said calmly.

"I'll just lie down on the table for a while." Zian sat down as he said that, his heart pounding.

"If you don't come up, I won't drink medicine tomorrow." He didn't call himself the king.

Zian frowned, "If you don't drink the medicine, you don't cooperate with the treatment, and you are the one who suffers."

"Obviously I don't care." Murong Jie said coolly.

Zian felt angry for no reason, "That's your body, why don't you care? Everyone cares about their own."

Murong Jie closed his eyes, "Come up, the second time!"

It was the second time again, and Zian found that she really had nothing to do with the regent, but she really wanted to see what would happen if she didn't do it the second time and didn't do it the third time.

However, I still don't want to take risks. Now he is a harmless paper tiger, but he will eventually turn back into that big tiger that eats people.

She took off her shoes, and carefully got up from the bed, trying not to press his feet. After getting on the bed, she found that the space was not as spacious as she had seen just now, but it was enough to lie down, but it had to be very close to him .

She was lying on her back with her hands neatly placed on her stomach, not daring to move.

"Why are you so cautious? You are my fiancée, and we will sleep in the same bed in the future." Murong Jie said angrily.

Hearing this sentence, Zian tilted his head slightly in surprise and asked, "You really want to marry me?"

Murong Jie's tone was cold and menacing, "But, do you still want to regret the marriage?"

"I just think that you don't seem like the kind of person who will be manipulated by others. My reputation...is not very good." She wanted to say that her reputation was already rotten, but she thought so in her heart, but she didn't want to be in front of him. Admit it in front of you.

Murong Jie closed his eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Girls with good reputations, Jingzhong will grab a lot of them."

Zian was stunned, his chest skipped a beat, what did he mean by that?

There are a lot of girls with good reputations, but he still doesn't have a princess. Does it mean that he married her not because he was forced to marry by the empress and empress dowager?

And that little bit, is it because he voluntarily?