Xia Lige smiled at her: "It doesn't matter, I can come by myself."
Linghua had already served the rice porridge in a bowl, took a spoonful of it with a porcelain spoon, blew it a few times, and brought it to her mouth.
Xia Lige suddenly smelled a faint smell in the rice porridge and frowned.
Based on her past experience, this was a kind of rotten medicine that would make wounds irrecoverable.
Xia Lige tried his best to cooperate with her movements, and put his mouth to the edge of the porcelain spoon.
Just when he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly heard an "ouch" and was shaken by pain, knocking the porridge bowl in Linghua's hand directly to the ground.
When Linghua saw this, she jumped up in a hurry and ran out to get the broom.
When she left, Xia Lige endured the pain in his back and swept the food box to the ground again.
When Linghua came in with a broom, she saw the overturned food box and frowned deeply.
"Miss Linghua, it's all my fault," Xia Lige apologized sadly to her with a cry.
This pitiful voice really made Linghua not know what to say, so she had to silently clean up the residue on the ground, and then went out with the food box: "I'll get you another bowl."
Xia Lige finally breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed again.
In order to avoid the medicine given by the villain, the wound on her back seemed to open again, and a sharp pain came again.
For some reason, the rice porridge brought by Linghua this time was finally safe.
Xia Lige obediently let her serve him and ate it.
He also took a pill that the long-faced woman gave him last night and fell asleep again. .
Two days later, when Xia Lige realized that the medicine on his body needed to be changed, Xia Lige specifically told Linghua that he would not have to take care of him that night, so he lay quietly on the bed and waited for something.
When it was almost midnight, the door was gently opened from the outside again.
Xia Lige, who was about to fall asleep, immediately opened her eyes, but soon she fell asleep.
The candle on the bedside was lit, a slight rustling sound came from the bedside, and then the thin quilt on the back was lifted.
Xia Lige opened his eyes suddenly, tilted his head and looked behind him.
Sure enough, it was the man in black wearing a ghost mask again.
"Who are you?"
she asked, with no trace of panic in her narrow phoenix eyes.
She also knew that this person was here to heal her wounds, so she was much calmer than the first time.
The man in black didn't seem to hear her.
When he gently removed the bandage with his hand, Xia Lige couldn't help but groan at the pain caused.
"ah" But when it reached his ears, the painful sound sounded like a tease, making him a little uneasy.
What a witch, even her cries of pain are so alluring Xia Lige was so painful that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Seeing this, the man in black tapped her suddenly, and Xia Lige suddenly lost consciousness and fainted.
After she put all the ointment on her back, the man in black helped her wrap it again with bandages.
At this time, Xia Lige's body was completely exposed in front of him.
Although his back was covered with dark brown ointment, the skin on his side shone with a crystal clear luster under the candlelight, which made him lose consciousness for a moment.
When wrapping the bandage, he had to wrap it along her entire body, so he more or less touched the delicate skin in front of her.
The touch was like solidified milk jelly, and like the finest silk, which made his heart beat faster for a moment.
After the bandage was completely wrapped, his back was soaked with cold sweat.
Ever since he was a child, he has never encountered such a difficult task.
Your Majesty, you lost a demon queen
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