Rong Qingqing's heart sank.

Is this stinky guy Xie Jingrun so keen?

Did she really get too heavy to pinch him?

If so, wouldn’t there be nail marks on his face?

She was about to look at his face when his dangerous gaze suddenly shot over.

She sorted out the broken hair between her temples and turned her eyes away with guilt.

"Don't go?" Xie Jingrun ordered.

"Oh." Rong Qingqing responded, just as she was about to get the mirror, when Changlin walked in from outside with a bowl of medicine.

Her eyes lit up, she immediately walked over, took the medicine bowl from him, and then said to Xie Jingrun: "Mr. Marquis, the medicine is ready, so let's take the medicine first. Dr. Lin said that you have suffered internal injuries and need to be properly conditioned."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her, looked at her guilt, and curled her lips obscurely, "My hand is injured and I can't lift it up."

Rong Qingqing stopped and turned to call Changlin, but saw that the boy had slipped away at some point.

"Although the Marquis was injured in his left hand, it was not that serious, right? He could still hold his right hand." She said, wanting to put the bowl in his hand.

"I'd better look at my face first." Xie Jingrun touched his face and said lightly.

Rong Qingqing: "..."

She took a deep breath, "Marty is a big man, why should you pay attention to your face? Forget it, I'll feed you."

Xie Jingrun's mouth was uncontrollably raised, and he said reluctantly: "Okay."

Looking at the man's reluctant look, Rong Qingqing really wanted to splash the medicine in the bowl on his face.

What a thing, she was willing to feed him. He looked reluctant to show him. Who did he show him? Didn’t he ask someone else to feed him?

She sat down by the bed with anger, scooped a mouthful of medicine with spoons, and was about to feed it into his mouth.

But he suddenly turned his head and frowned and reminded, "The medicine is boiled. Do you want to burn me to death?"

Rong Qingqing held the bowl's fingers and trembled. She endured it and then put it in her lips and blew it. She was sure it wasn't hot anymore, so she fed it into his mouth.

The bitter medicine juice was fed into the mouth, and Xie Jingrun almost vomited it out.

He deeply doubted whether Doctor Lin gave him the most bitter medicine?

Seeing his sword-brow frowned and looked like he was about to vomit, Rong Qingqing said speechlessly: "Marty, you are a man, a big man, are you still afraid of the pain of medicine?"

Xie Jingrun finally swallowed it. After hearing this, he frowned and said, "Don't stand and talk, no back pain, you can try drinking it."

Rong Qingqing choked, thought for a while, and said, "If the Marquis is really afraid of hardship, then I would ask someone to prepare some candied fruits, so that the Marquis will not be so bitter when they serve the candied fruits and drink medicine."

Xie Jingrun glanced at her. She seemed kind-hearted, but was actually sarcastic about him.

"No need." His voice became a little heavier, a little unhappy.

"Oh." Rong Qingqing shrugged, picked up the spoon, scooped a mouthful of the medicine, pouted her mouth, and blew it before feeding it to his lips.

Xie Jingrun's eyes fell on her bright red lips, and the Adam's apple rolled down.

When he realized what he was thinking, his eyebrows frowned and immediately turned his eyes away.

After repeated this, Rong Qingqing finally finished feeding him a bowl of medicine.

She stood up with an empty bowl, "Okay, the medicine has been finished, Master Hou can rest."

Xie Jing opened his lips and said nothing in the end, nodding, "Yes."

Rong Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and left with an empty bowl.
Chapter completed!