Chapter 42 Ning'er still wants to escape?
Nanny Xue slapped Ji Xianglan lightly on the back and said, "You have no idea what you're saying. I'm afraid you're going to embarrass her to death!"
Ji Xianglan muttered, "But I can't let the milk be blocked..."
This delay lasted another half a day, and Wen Ning really started to have a fever in the afternoon.
She just felt heavy all over, and the lump in her chest was still throbbing with pain.
The nanny was so anxious that she kept rubbing her hands. If it really was a milk abscess, it would be troublesome.
In theory, if you massage the meridians for half an hour, they should be unblocked.
But when it came to the girl, even after warming it with a hot cloth and wiping it with rice wine, it was of no use at all.
She clenched her fists and thought about it. It seemed that the only solution was what Ji Xianglan said.
Nanny Xue's eyes suddenly curved, and she immediately had an idea in her mind.
As the sky gradually darkened, Wen Ning felt even less pain, leaving only the soreness seeping out from between her bones.
Nanny Xue and Sister Xianglan took Xibao out, saying that they had found a woman in the farm to wet the baby. After all, rice and oil could not compare to human milk, so they asked the woman to help feed the baby for two meals first.
Before leaving, Ji Xianglan looked at Wen Ning's painful expression and couldn't help asking, "Xi Bao Niang, you really don't need me to help you absorb it..."
Wen Ning's ears flushed, and before she could reply, she saw Sister Xianglan being pulled out of the door by Nanny Xue.
The recurring fever made her feel like she was wrapped in a layer of wet cotton wool. The bloating and pain in her chest was still nagging, but it was mostly suppressed by the sticky discomfort.
She propped herself up and went to the kitchen to boil some hot water.
After busying around for a long time, I finally immersed myself in the bathtub.
There is an illusion that the burning heat is being slowly withdrawn.
The sticky feeling on her body was gone, and she took advantage of the water temperature and tried to use her palm to gently circle around the hard lump.
We can only try our best to save the situation.
It was still a little cold in early February, so she didn't dare to bathe for too long. She only stayed for about a quarter of an hour before stepping out of the tub.
After changing into clean coarse cloth pajamas, my fingers were still shaking as I tied the belt, but the pain in my chest was indeed relieved a little.
Perhaps it was just the temporary relief from taking a bath, she knew it.
His forehead was still burning hot and his body was very weak.
But she couldn't care less, she just wanted to have a good sleep before Xibao came back.
She shivered and curled up in the quilt, her long black hair spread on the pillow, and her cheeks were unnaturally flushed.
Wen Ning felt drowsy and her eyelids were twitching, but the discomfort in her chest made it impossible for her to sleep well.
The candlelight flickered slightly, and Xie Jinglan stood beside the bed without him knowing when.
The sword cuts the black robe, and the Jade Mountain is about to collapse.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her for a long time.
Wen Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed to be half awake and half awake, and she vaguely saw a figure standing beside the bed.
It must be Mammy who has returned.
"Mammy..." she called softly, her voice as soft as spring water just beginning to melt.
Her mouth was dry from the high fever, and she wanted to push away the quilt, but found that she had no strength.
"Mammy, could you please pour me a glass of water..."
Mammy said nothing and turned to the wooden table.
After a while, a pair of warm hands held her shoulders with a firm grip.
She was gently lifted up, and then a solid warmth touched her back.
Maybe she was confused because of the fever, she felt that the nanny looked much taller today.
I took a sip in a daze, and the warm water slid down my throat. Just as I was about to ask for some more, I suddenly felt a wisp of cold sandalwood lingering on my nose.
This taste!
The memory hidden in her bones almost allowed her to determine who the smell belonged to.
She woke up instantly, and the blood in her body froze in an instant.
Xie Jinglan's hand holding the coarse pottery cup was suspended in mid-air, and the warm water in the cup was shaking slightly.
He looked at the slightly turned face of the person in his arms, her face was sickly and tearful, and she looked tired and dizzy.
The corners of her eyes, which were flushed red, were slightly raised, and her peach blossom pupils were filled with a clear and frightened look.
The trembling black eyelashes paused for a moment, sliding across the black fabric in front of his collar, the jawline that was close at hand, until they met a pair of downcast phoenix eyes.
The fragility and panic on his face were shattered in his pupils.
The burning sensation from the high fever just now instantly turned into cold sweat.
Wen Ning couldn't believe it. Why did Xie Jinglan suddenly appear here?
Her body instinctively wanted to escape from his arms, but just as her back moved half an inch away, the hand that was originally loosely around her waist gently tightened and restrained her tightly again.
Xie Jinglan glanced at her pale face with a half-smile, his tone as ruthless as a glacier, "We haven't seen each other for half a year, why do you still like running away so much?"
He lowered his eyes to look at the half glass of water left in the cup, and with a rolling motion of his Adam's apple, he held all the water in his mouth.
The bony hands clamped her pale jaw, leaving her no chance to dodge, and his lips pressed down on hers.
The warm water slowly flowed along the gap between their lips. Wen Ning's eyelashes trembled violently, and her breathing was disrupted by this sudden invasion.
My throat tightened and the warm water I was supposed to swallow choked into my trachea.
"Cough, cough cough cough..."
Xie Jinglan smiled deeply and released his grip with a playful look.
He held the stoneware cup in his hand and turned to walk towards the wooden table.
As soon as the bottom of the cup scraped against the table, Wen Ning used all her strength to struggle out of the bed, gritting her teeth and rushing towards the door.
But before her hand touched the door, she felt a tightness around her waist. She didn't even see how the man moved. She just felt dizzy. He pinched her overly slender waist, picked her up horizontally and threw her back onto the bed.
Before she could react, the man who was approaching her grabbed her wrist.
"Still want to run away? Don't you deserve an explanation?"
Wen Ning's breathing was still unsteady, and the rise and fall of her chest caused her collar to loosen slightly, revealing a section of her fair neck.
Xie Jinglan untied the cloth rope around her waist, and regardless of her desperate struggles, he directly wrapped the rope around her two snow-white wrists, and wrapped the other end around the headboard of the bed, tying a neat knot.
"My Lord! No!"
She was shocked and frightened, mixed with a little resentment.
"Xie Jinglan! Let me go!"
This was the first time she dared to call him by his name.
The man's hand that was pinching her chin paused. When he heard her call him that, he chuckled and said, "Call me again."
"You...shameless!"
His struggle suddenly stopped, and his back, which had been tense just now, suddenly softened.
She realized that her nightgown had no drawstrings and was afraid that if she exerted even a little force, it would completely unravel.
The man's eyes darkened, but his tone remained calm, "Ning'er seems to have forgotten the eight-month agreement with me."
Wen Ning suddenly remembered the promise she had made. She bit her lip and turned her head away in embarrassment.
But the man just wouldn't let her go.
A deep voice brushed past her ear, and his fingertips plucked a strand of her hair and entwined it to play with it, "I'm here to keep the appointment. Could it be that Ning'er wants to break it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he sneered meaningfully, and suddenly covered her flat and smooth belly with his palm, so strong that she trembled.
"I'm afraid the eight-month agreement you made with me means you'll have to bear this child for your deceased husband!"
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