The fair skin was like clear glass, and the knee-length silver hair was magnificent and solemnly poured out. The coldness and arrogance that could not be concealed between the shocking eyebrows. The slightly thin lips were less blood-colored than ordinary people, and it was so pale that it was heartbreaking.

The narrow and long eyes were closed, and the brows were slightly frowned, revealing a bit of sorrow and discomfort.

Qiao Yiqing was fascinated by the sight, and her heart was beating with some unknown mood.

She couldn't help but reach out to touch Xuan Mingche's face-

As soon as he touched his skin, Qiao Yiqing felt a biting cold.

"Oh my God-" She hurriedly retracted her hand and exclaimed, "It's too cold."

No wonder he frowned and looked uncomfortable, he was so cold that he was not uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Qiao Yiqing hurriedly covered his face and provided him with warmth.

After covering it for a while, it didn't work, and Qiao Yiqing couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Cold—cold—" Xuan Mingche moved uncomfortable and screamed a few times in his mouth.

"You've been frozen like this, it's strange if you're not cold. Who told you to be so stupid that you don't eat or drink and stand for four days and four nights? Even if you're so stubborn, you'll be sick." Qiao Yiqing glared at him angrily and touched his clothes.

"Dimmature, your clothes are still wet, and no one can change them for you." Qiao Yiqing really admired these maids and slaves. Her master was so sick that she wouldn't change his clothes.

“No—no—no—no—no—no—”

Xuan Mingche closed his eyes and shook his head with difficulty.

"You've frozen like this, how can you not change it?" Qiao Yiqing's eyebrows stood up and stared at him in disagreement.

Then, she loudly ordered: "Come here, please change the prince's clothes quickly!"

Qiao Yiqing was waiting for the maid to come in, but unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, she didn't even see the figure and shouted a few more times.

"Come in, come in and change your clothes for the prince!"

unmanned,,,,,,

Qiao Yiqing couldn't help but frown and glanced at the door.

Where did these maids die? What a decent way to take care of their master when he is sick!

Thinking of this, Qiao Yiqing stood up and walked out of the room—

"Come on, is there anyone?" Qiao Yiqing shouted a few times at the empty yard, but no one responded.

Qiao Yiqing shook her head speechlessly: "This group of slaves is really awesome. At this time, you can't even see a figure."

Qiao Yiqing had no choice but to walk back to the room, looking at Xuan Mingche on the bed, and couldn't help but worry.

It’s not a solution for him to wear wet clothes like this!

But - there is no servant now - do you want her to change his clothes?

When Qiao Yiqing thought of this, she hurriedly cut off this idea.

How could she help him change his clothes if a man or a woman is not kissing him?

Let's wait and see.

Qiao Yiqing sat by the bed, staring at him without blinking, looking at his various entangled and uncomfortable expressions, and felt unbearable.

“Cold—so cold—”

After a few more low moans, Qiao Yiqing felt a little worried.

"Qingqing-Qingqing-Sorry-I-Sorry-I'm sorry-"

Qiao Yiqing heard that he was calling his own name in his sleep, and kept apologizing, and her heart became soft.

Although she didn't remember him, he was so sick that he couldn't stand it and refused to save him.

Qiao Yiqing convinced herself with all her heart, gritted her teeth, and simply compromised.

Forget it, just treat it as a good thing.

After struggling for a while, Qiao Yiqing finally plucked up the courage and reached out to his clothes.

"Don't-Qingqing-Not-forgive--" Xuan Mingche grabbed Qiao Yiqing's hand and whispered.

Qiao Yiqing was a little helpless with his stubbornness, "Follower, if I really don't forgive you, you will probably die."

Qiao Yiqing tried hard to break open the hand he grabbed and forcedly unbuttoned his clothes.

Xuan Mingche was obviously very resistant. Although he was in a coma, his body was not honest at all.

Qiao Yiqing took off her top and was exhausted. She really admired the silver-haired monster's physical strength.

"No wonder they didn't help you take off your clothes. You were stubborn like a cow." Qiao Yiqing said, pulling her clothes hard. After pulling her clothes for a long time, she became angry.

"Damn, can you calm down? Are you sure you are dizzy?" Qiao Yiqing held Xuan Mingche's powerful arm, and in anger, she tore up and tore her clothes apart.

Qiao Yiqing looked at the rag and roared angrily: "Hmph, don't take it off, don't blame me for tearing it to pieces."

After saying that, Qiao Yiqing put her hands on her hands and pulled them several times, immediately tore Xuan Mingche's clothes into strips of cloth.

Looking at Xuan Mingche's rags all over his body and his tender white flesh that was faintly visible, Qiao Yiqing covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

I guess he has never been so embarrassed in his life.

Qiao Yiqing endured her smile and reached out to pull out the cloth strip, revealing his strong and fair chest and abdominal muscles, which scared her to retract her hand immediately.

"It's okay to be handsome, but you have such a good figure. It's really a life-threatening person." As he said that, Qiao Yiqing's face became a little hot, and she avoided her sight awkwardly and reached out to pull Xuan Mingche's pants.

The pants were easy to get more, and they took them off with a slight pull. Qiao Yiqing was delighted and her eyes couldn't help but move to a certain part.

Qiao Yiqing immediately covered her nose, suppressing the smell of blood coming up, and her heart was thumping.

Oh my god, what a beauty, so tempting.

Qiao Yiqing quickly changed her gaze and patted her face with a fever, "Where are your clothes? I'll help you find a set of clothes?"

Xuan Mingche was so dizzy that he didn't hear Qiao Yiqing's question at all, and his pale face wrinkled deeper: "Leng—Leng—"

Qiao Yiqing didn't hear it clearly, leaned over and leaned closer to his mouth: "What did you say, shout louder."

"I'm so cold-" After saying that, Xuan Mingche reached out and hugged Qiao Yiqing, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

Qiao Yiqing was so shocked that she struggled hard, "Let me go, let me go! You dare to eat my tofu, be careful that I will castrate you."

Xuan Mingche did not respond, but the building became tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that Qiao Yiqing would escape: "Leng—Leng—"

He kept screaming cold. Qiao Yiqing finally heard it clearly now. Feeling his cold body, he couldn't help but feel a little soft-hearted.

"Okay, you let me go first, I'll help you find a piece of clothing, and you won't be cold."

As he said that, Qiao Yiqing broke his arm hard. Unexpectedly, before she could escape, Xuan Mingche turned over and immediately took her to the bed.

Qiao Yiqing rolled into the bed, was imprisoned by Xuan Mingche, and struggled hard for a few times, which led to deeper contact.

I saw Xuan Mingche lowering his head against Qiao Yiqing's head, wrapping her legs around her thighs, and her powerful arms wrapped around Qiao Yiqing's body like suction.

He murmured coldly in his mouth, and the cold breath instantly sprayed on Qiao Yiqing's face, making her angry and embarrassed.

"Xuan Mingche, please let me go quickly!!!" Qiao Yiqing growled in anger.

Xuan Mingche did not respond at all, and would not care about her feelings. She tried to stick to her skin, making her breathless.

"Xuan Mingche, I warn you that if you don't let me go, I will scream!" Qiao Yiqing was so angry that her face turned red.

Xuan Mingche seemed to have not heard it, rubbed her body, causing her to gasp.
Chapter completed!