"Wanwan, do you really not trust me?"
To ease the embarrassment, Sang Liwan coughed lightly and then set his eyes on the two teacups.
"Would your Majesty like a drink?"
Jun Moyi ignored her deliberate attempt to change the subject and just hummed, "Okay."
Sang Liwan glanced at the tea that Ye Lan had just added to the teacup, his brows moved slightly, and the next second he raised his hand and poured both cups of tea onto the ground.
After refilling the cup, he pushed it in front of Jun Moyi.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
Jun Moyi just glanced at the tea leaves swirling in the cup, then his gaze fell on the woman in front of him who was smiling sweetly.
His eyes seemed to be smiling as he looked at Sang Liwan with interest, his fingertips gently stroking the delicate celadon teacup.
"If I'm not mistaken, this tea is also from the palace, right? Do you expect me to forgive you just like that? Wanwan, you're being too stingy."
Sang Liwan turned her head and looked at him, a hint of surprise in her black and white eyes, as if she had not expected Jun Moyi to say that.
This... is not giving me face.
She thought about it, then stood up, turned around in place, and then stroked the hem of her skirt, with a hint of embarrassment in her eyes.
"You don't even like such fine tea? I'm afraid I'll have to give myself to you."
"Promise yourself to me?" Jun Moyi was startled, then chuckled, "Wanwan, have you forgotten that you promised yourself to me a long time ago?"
Only then did Sang Liwan remember that she was already married.
Damn!
She was so angry that she grabbed the teacup on the table and was about to bring it to her mouth, but she forgot that it was a cup of hot new tea.
Jun Moyi was startled by her action and quickly reached out to block it, but the whole cup of tea spilled onto his fingertips.
The scalding tea burned Jun Moyi's fingers red.
"Are you okay?"
She walked to Jun Moyi, reached out and grabbed his injured finger and placed it in front of her. The finger was abnormally red, obviously burned.
"How can you be so stupid?"
However, Jun Moyi's eyes lit up slightly, "Wanwan, it's all your fault."
Sang Liwan was feeling guilty, "Yes, it's all my fault."
Seeing this, Jun Moyi immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "So Wanwan, you have to be responsible for me."
"knew."
Sang Liwan frowned, feeling extremely distressed.
Jun Moyi not only has a good-looking face, but his hands are also to her heart. His fingers are slender, with distinct joints, and his skin is as white as jade, like the finest mutton-fat jade, which is even more beautiful than a woman's.
But such a pair of hands were now burned like this. Sang Liwan felt that it was a waste of God's gift.
She drooped her brows, pursed her lips and said, "I'll go get the medicine first."
But Jun Moyi grabbed her wrist and prevented her from moving.
Sang Liwan just felt that Jun Moyi was sometimes really annoying, which made her feel a little headache.
She struggled to break free and said, "Stop it. You need to apply medicine to your wound, otherwise it might blister."
But Jun Moyi still didn't want to let go.
Seeing Sang Liwan's expression change, he moved his wrist, and soon, a figure stood in front of the two people.
If it’s not Yan Hui, then who else could it be?
Jun Moyi winked at him and said, "Go."
"yes."
Yan Hui didn't say anything, turned around and went to the pharmacy to get medicine, but he was muttering in his heart.
Don't think he didn't see it. The master could have avoided that blow just now. He deliberately let the tea burn himself, and then...
Thinking of Sang Liwan’s reaction just now, Yan Hui felt that he suddenly understood.
Could it be that the master did this just to let the princess take care of him?
Thinking of this, Yan Hui couldn't help but take a breath.
No matter how smart he was, he could never have guessed that one day his master, who could make children cry, would resort to self-harm!
Yan Hui is indeed the most capable subordinate of Jun Moyi, and even his lightness skills are top-notch.
Although he had planned everything about Jun Moyi in his mind, he came back soon after all.
"master."
Yan Hui didn't say much. He just put the medicine away silently and flew back to his post.
This time, without waiting for Jun Moyi to speak, Sang Liwan took the initiative to apply medicine to Jun Moyi.
Jun Moyi's skin is fair, and perhaps because of the delay, the burns looked even more terrifying.
The injury, which was originally rated five points serious, now looks very serious.
Even when Sang Li gave him the medicine at night, she was very careful, fearing that she would hurt him with her heavy hands.
"Does it hurt?"
Jun Moyi looked at her seriously, and when he saw her thick eyelashes drooping like butterfly wings, the corners of his lips curled up, "It hurts."
Sang Liwan was stunned.
She raised her head and looked at Jun Moyi with a slightly confused look, as if she didn't hear clearly.
So, before she could speak, Jun Moyi repeated it again caringly, "It hurts."
Sang Liwan was burned by his gaze and quickly lowered her head.
[Even though he's injured, he's still restless.]
Hearing her inner voice, Jun Moyi raised his eyes, and raised his lips in a subtle arc, and continued to repeat tirelessly, "Wanwan, I'm in pain."
Sang Liwan muttered, "I understand."
【This ancestor.】
The smile in Jun Moyi's eyes became even more intense.
Jun Moyi wanted to speak, but the next moment, he felt a cool breeze passing through his fingertips.
His fingers trembled slightly.
Sang Liwan noticed it and raised his head, "Does it really hurt?"
After she finished speaking, before Jun Moyi could answer, she added: "Spoiled."
[However, he is a prince after all, so it's only natural for him to be a little spoiled, right?]
These words made a hint of coldness flash in Jun Moyi's eyes.
Spoiled?
How much better were his days of lying in the cold palace and competing for food with eunuchs than those of the beggars hiding in the slums?
Sang Liwan didn't know what Jun Moyi was thinking. She blew on his wound carefully, applied medicine carefully, and wrapped the wound with a cloth.
She breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Highness, you must take good care of your injury and avoid exposure to water."
[What if such beautiful hands get scars? ]
This little pervert.
Jun Moyi was so angry that he laughed.
She had been secretly complaining in her heart all day long that she was coveting her beauty, but now it seemed that she was the one coveting her beauty.
"Wanwan." Jun Moyi suddenly spoke.
Sang Liwan raised his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"You are very worried about my injury."
Sang Liwan frowned, "Of course I'm worried."
If I don't take good care of it and it gets scarred, it would be a real waste of God's gift.
Jun Moyi smiled and looked at her innocently, "Since Wanwan is so worried, why don't you take care of me personally to prevent the injury from getting worse?"
He deliberately emphasized the word "closely".
Sang Liwan was stunned and stared at him up and down for a long time.
[Sticky to the body? How? Where to stick?]
Jun Moyi's mouth twitched.
This slutty girl!
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