He had long arms and legs, and he pounced at an extremely fast speed.

Jiang Rao was completely unprepared, her lower back sank backwards, and she almost fell into the couch.

But a pair of broad, calloused hands clamped her waist.

Because of the fever, his body was extremely hot, and even through the cloth, Jiang Rao's skin trembled. She pushed him but couldn't move him away. Instead, he frowned and shouted, "Niannian."

The breath he exhaled while speaking was extremely hot, and Jiang Rao's ears trembled.

He closed his eyes and rubbed her neck, but when he heard no response, he continued to call out, "Niannian."

There was a hint of uneasiness in the deep voice.

Jiang Rao was touched by his body temperature and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her face.

After he called "Niannian" several times, she finally heard the anxiety and restlessness in his voice.

These sounds seemed to be confirming something.

"I'm here," she said.

She supported him and tried to make him lie back down.

Just as I raised my hand, I heard a muffled groan of pain in my ear, "I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Rao touched his forehead and found it was so hot that it was frightening.

"Lie down and you'll be comfortable."

She advised gently.

The slender fingers clamped on her thin waist moved as if inadvertently, and the force became tighter.

When he pounced on her just now, Rong Ting's mind was a little confused and he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.

After this ordeal, he became half awake.

His confused head kept dreaming, and it was the dream he had recently. In the dream, he had to call her "Royal Sister-in-law", which made him so angry that his heart was pounding.

When he opened his eyes just now, he saw her sitting beside his couch with her head down, her thin neck swaying in front of his eyes.

The skin is extremely white and cleaner than the snow.

It seems like if you press it, it will leave a red mark.

He stared at it for a long time, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.

Perhaps it was because of the effect of the drugs, his self-control was completely gone, and just by looking at her in front of him, his mind was filled with crazy thoughts.

Want to claim sovereignty.

Want to leave a mark.

Want to bite.

These were the thoughts that best complied with his instincts. Without any rational barriers, they burned more and more vigorously in the dark night.

He rested his head on one of Jiang Rao's shoulders. His cold pale face illuminated by the candlelight looked weak and well-behaved. The slender fingers that were pinching her waist gradually increased in strength as he smelled the fragrance on her body. Secretly, he licked the tip of his fang as if he was thirsty for water.

But she said tenderly, "Be gentle with your hands, it hurts me."

The sound of Rong Ting's breathing

He stopped, as if waking up, and blinked. The abnormal light in his pupils caused by those crazy thoughts slowly sank and was hidden.

The urge to bite and leave teeth marks somewhere on her body did not stop in his mind, and his gaze was still dark and heavy.

But he gently loosened his hand.

After all, I just can't bear to see her in pain.

He placed his chin lightly on her shoulder, neither too heavily nor too lightly, and felt terrified when he thought about the dream. No words were spoken, just the sound of her breathing was enough to comfort me, knowing that she was there.

But this comfort also contains a secret dissatisfaction.

Jiang Rao reached out and patted his back, "Go to sleep quickly. Sleeping will help you get better faster."

Her movements were gentle, but there was great sorrow in his eyes, "Will you leave later?"

She would leave, she would leave after his leg injury healed, that's what she said.

I hope it can continue like this.

"I won't leave."

The little girl's coaxing voice was soft and gentle.

She placed her small hand on his back and patted him gently. Afraid that he was too confused to hear her due to the fever, she repeated, "I won't leave."

"Yeah." Rong Ting responded slowly, his voice very deep, "Don't lie to me."

"Of course I'm not lying to you. If you're not okay, I won't leave even if I stay up all night to watch over you."

The effect of the medicine became stronger and stronger, and Rong Ting closed his eyes.

I missed the last two sentences that Jiang Rao said as if they were a promise.

…

The deeper the dew, the heavier the dew.

Jiang Rao helped Rong Ting, who had fallen asleep again, to lie back down and touched his forehead, which was very hot.

Thinking about his behavior just now, which seemed like he was drunk and talking in a dream, she felt that his illness was more serious than she thought. She put the matter of going back for the time being and went to the well in the yard to fetch half a bucket of water.

I wet the coarse hemp towel with cold water and put it on his head.

She brought a stool over and sat beside his bed to watch over him.

After the towel was warmed by his body temperature, he took it off, rinsed it in cold water again, wrung it dry and applied it on the affected area.

Time and time again, tirelessly.

Occasionally I looked up at him, took a look at his face, and heard his breathing, which was a little weak, and my heart felt uncomfortable.

It was already late at night, but I wasn't sleepy because I was thinking about him.

His current pitiful appearance was completely different from the arrogant and cold-hearted people in her dreams. There is no similarity between the judges.

Jiang Rao now feels more and more that they are two different people.

That alone. The judge himself sleeps

When he was in power, he always let her sleep beside him to watch over him, so that people in the mansion misunderstood her as his maid. They stuffed things into her hands, hoping that she would say a word in front of him. But what she said was of no use to him. She refused to accept the gifts given by others, which offended others. She got a reputation of being spoiled because of her favor. Her popularity in the mansion became worse and worse, and her life became more and more difficult.

Come to think of it, I want to call him a bastard. Nine. Jiang Rao lowered his head and muttered a few words.

The person on the bed moved restlessly twice. Jiang Rao stood up, took away the wet towel, and touched his forehead.

Not too hot anymore.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't mind changing it. She washed the hemp towel and put it on his head again.

Glancing at the sky outside, I couldn't tell what time it was.

After sneaking all the way back to the Jiang Mansion and crawling back into her own bed, Jiang Rao finally felt relieved.

The leg was saved.

…

The next day Mingshao called her daughter twice, but failed to wake her up.

Although the girl is usually sleepy, I have never seen her not waking up after being called twice in the morning?

Ming Shao took away Jiang Rao's quilt, "Girl, it's time to wake up."

Jiang Rao felt a chill in her sleep, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes, looking drowsy and sleepy.

"If the young lady doesn't go to eat, the master will worry again." Ming Shao took the clothes handed to her by another maid and put them on Jiang Rao. When she saw the snowy skin next to the tip of her bellyband, she frowned and looked over carefully, "Young lady, your waist..."

Jiang Rao looked down in a daze, and saw the slightly red mark on her waist, and she suddenly came to her senses.

This must have been left over from when my waist was pinched last night.

She suddenly felt a headache and explained, "I accidentally rolled under the bed when I fell asleep last night. I might have fallen at that time."

But she couldn't help but complain in her heart. She didn't know what the sick man was dreaming about. He looked so weak that he had no strength at all. It was him who pinched her and hurt her.

Ming Shao has always been a girl who always sticks to her word. She did not doubt the truth of Jiang Rao's words at all and immediately admitted her fault. "It is my fault. I didn't pay attention to you last night. I didn't even know that you fell off the bed."

Jiang Rao was afraid that if she didn't stop her, she would even say something like "I deserve to die", so she quickly said, "I was careless, it has nothing to do with you."

Ming Shao stood up and found a blood-activating ointment to apply to Jiang Rao, muttering, "The girl has been like this since she was little. She gets bruises easily when she bumps into something. Next time, you must be more careful."

Jiang Rao lowered her eyes, but was wondering whether her patient had recovered.

Ming Shao applied the medicine while saying to Jiang Rao, "Tell the girl some interesting things."

"I heard from someone this morning that the Yang family has offended the beggars here. No matter how hard we try to defend ourselves, there are always beggars coming to cause trouble every day."

Jiang Rao has never been one to gloat over other people's misfortunes, and said calmly: "Maybe they have offended someone."

Ming Shao said, "Not only this, but also, the young master went out to watch a play yesterday and met the brother and sister from the Yang family."

"The young master has calmed down a lot these past two days. He wasn't even angry when Miss Yang called him a little fat boy."

"But Miss Yang said that your appearance and talent are not even comparable to those of the girls in the oil mill. The young master was furious and wanted to have a fight with them. Jiang Ping got smart and spread a few words. Now everyone outside knows that the Yang family is like this because they were unable to get married and are holding a grudge. They are all laughing at them."

Jiang Rao laughed this time, "The girl from the oil mill is innocent. She was dragged out for comparison for no reason."

"But the fun is yet to come." Ming Shao said with a smile, "The young master made a big fuss, then turned around to eat a melon, and threw the melon rind onto the place where the Yang brothers and sisters were getting into the sedan chair..."

Jiang Rao tapped his forehead with a half-smile, "This little bastard."

There are both overt and covert means, and they can be used in many ways.

She thought that after learning a lesson, he would be more obedient and behave himself.

It is true that it is difficult to change one's nature, especially that lawless little bully.

"But the young master ate a whole melon yesterday and had diarrhea this morning." Ming Shao buttoned up Jiang Rao. "I ran into him in front of the courtyard just now. He was holding his belly and wanted to find the girl. He said that he just knew that Mr. Yang approached him to ask for my hand in marriage, and he wanted to ask my sister to beat up this blind boy - that's what he said. It's ridiculous, I am a bad servant."

"He knew in his heart that I wouldn't beat him, so he dared to come over." Jiang Rao knew in his heart, "If I really beat him, he would have to cry, saying that my sister wouldn't care for him anymore."

Ming Shao changed Jiang Rao's clothes and took a look at her. "Miss, you have a dark spot under your eyes. Would you like me to put some powder on you to cover it up?"

Jiang Rao nodded, and when she went to have breakfast, she was no longer so afraid that her father would find out that she had climbed over the wall last night.

As soon as he arrived at the dining area, Jiang Jinxing ran over and hugged him.

"I want you to hold my hand, sister." Jiang Jinxing hooked her hand and insisted on holding her hand before he was willing to go in.

"Don't you want me to beat you up?" Jiang Rao

Tease him.

Jiang Jinxing immediately shrank his head, turned his butt around, covered it with his hands, and then released it, "Sister is going to beat me."

He closed his eyes and made up his mind, "Then beat me."

Jiang Rao straightened his collar for him, "My hands hurt, I don't want to beat you, it's okay as long as you know you're wrong."

"Then I'll rub it for you." Jiang Jinxing's two soft and chubby hands covered Jiang Rao's hands. He had a keen nose and could smell a faint bitter smell on Jiang Rao's body, which was not noticeable if he didn't smell it carefully. He leaned over and sniffed hard, "Sister, are you sick and taking medicine? Why do you smell like herbs?"

Jiang Rao was so scared that she took off the purse on Jiang Jinxing and put it on herself.

Covered by the smell of the purse, no one could smell her scent this time.

After breakfast, no one noticed that she had left the house last night.

Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief.

Successfully transcended the tribulation.

…

In the west of the city, Rong Ting woke up just before dawn.

He propped up his upper body and sat up on the couch, a wet towel sliding down his forehead.

Touching his cold forehead, he pursed his lips for a long time and chuckled softly.

The glaciers in his eyes melted away, and his gaze became warm and gentle for a moment.

I moved my legs to the edge of the bed and unexpectedly found that my legs were much stronger today than before I caught a cold.

Rong Ting raised his hands slightly, without holding on to anything, and tried to stand up.

There was a sharp gleam in his eyes.

That's fine.

There was a bang in the yard, and soon the door was pushed open.

When pushing the door, Jiang Rao was afraid that Rong Ting was not awake yet, so she was very careful and did not dare to use too much force.

She pushed open the door and saw Rong Ting sitting beside his bed. Her eyes lit up, "Brother Ting, are you awake?"

She was holding a square octagonal food box in her hand. After opening it, steaming porridge appeared inside. Jiang Rao placed the bowls and chopsticks on the small table and brought them to Rong Ting, "I've brought you food."

Seeing that Rong Ting seemed to be in much better spirits than yesterday, she felt a little relieved. "Is your cold better?"

Originally, she went back last night wanting to continue dreaming.

But what to dream about or whether to dream at all is not something she can control.

She slept so soundly last night that she didn't dream about anything.

Rong Ting looked at her with dark eyes.

Jiang Rao was worried that Rong Ting didn't have the strength to open the door for her, so in order to make it easier to climb over the wall, she didn't wear a high-necked cloak, exposing her fair and slender neck, which reminded Rong Ting of the scene in his dream last night.

"My illness is almost cured." He finally looked away and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Jiang Rao showed a look of disbelief on her face, "You were sick for a day at the beginning, and you didn't tell me."

She would remember this account and wait until he got better to settle it with him.

"It's really good."

Rong Ting had never been cared for like this before. His cold face couldn't help but blush, but his newly recovered condition hid it well. "Even if you call a doctor to see me, he will say I'm fine."

He became a doctor after suffering from illness for a long time. This year he was desperate and wanted to dig herbs to treat himself. He had recognized many herbs and would not make a mistake.

"I'll trust you just once."

Jiang Rao said very generously.

She pushed the porridge in front of Rong Ting and said, "Have some porridge. You just got sick, so I brought some porridge for you. You will feel better if you drink it."

Rong Ting's eyes were firmly fixed on her.

He suddenly turned his head away and looked to the side. After hesitating for a long time, he moved his gaze back.

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Um."

Rong Ting coughed and lowered his eyes.

Her pretty face still looked a little sick, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she seemed a little shy and unable to speak, so she spoke slowly.

"You looked... you looked at my body."