If someone had vomited all over him, Yan Chen would have thrown him eight hundred miles away.
But she vomited Yan Chen strangely didn't feel any discomfort, only anger and distress.
He placed her on the ground to prevent the soup from getting on her.
The princess was so drunk that she couldn't stand still at all.
She swayed like a roly-poly when she placed her on the ground.
Yan Chen had no choice but to hold her up again and look around.
Seeing a big rock next to it, he helped her go there and sit down.
Because she couldn't sit still, he didn't dare to let go, so he could only hold her up with one hand and take off the dirty clothes with the other.
Unexpectedly, when the princess saw his submission, she seemed to be frightened.
She struggled under his hand and blurted out: "No, no, I'm pregnant, I can't do this."
Yan Chen froze and looked at her with lowered eyes: "What did you say?"
The princess curled up and looked at him with his little mouth slightly open and his eyes misty, looking pitiful: "Brother Yan Chen, why don't we do a good job?"
Such a familiar rejection Such a familiar look Yan Chen's heart beat like thunder, and his fingers trembled slightly as he stretched out and caressed her face.
The skin was warm and delicate, but the bones were a bit irritating. she is too thin Yan Chen felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, and said hoarsely: "Okay, little fox, I won't touch you."
His nose was sore and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Little fox, you know I won't force you."
The princess seemed to be relieved, she pursed her mouth and exhaled, closed her eyes, and frowned: "I, I feel uncomfortable."
This is another super familiar move.
Although her appearance is no longer the same, some of her unconscious little moves are the same as those of the blue fox.
Yan Chen's heart seemed to have a silk thread tightening around his heart, and there were bursts of pain.
He threw off the dirty robe, patted her shoulder lightly, and asked her to lean on him: "Little fox, don't Be afraid, don’t feel bad” "Wow" she poured another drink and spat all over him again.
Yan Chen paused for a moment and stopped changing clothes in a hurry.
He bent over and held her with one hand, pressed the acupuncture points with the other hand and patted her corresponding acupuncture points to help her pour the wine.
His method of inducing vomiting was very effective.
She vomited so hard again that she could not straighten her waist after vomiting several times.
And eight out of ten mouths were spitted on Yan Chen.
Finally, she couldn't vomit anymore.
Yan Chen took out a blanket from the storage space and spread it on the big stone.
He helped her lie on it and covered her with it.
After tidying up her body, Yan Chen went to change her dirty clothes.
He was very dirty this time, and the filth she spit out had soaked into his skin through the two layers of underwear.
So he simply changed out all his clothes, and then used a cleaning technique to really make his body tidy.
After changing into her own robe and returning to the princess, she was already asleep.
Even though she was asleep, she was frowning, and her small face as big as a palm looked even more delicate under the blanket.
He sat next to her and held one of her hands: "Little fox" Her wrists were also as thin as a bone stick.
Yan Chen felt like a knife was stirring in his heart.
He was already 80% sure that this was the real little fox.
He had loved his wife for more than two hundred years.
She came to him, but he gave her a fatal blow He stretched out his hand to tuck her messy hair, but her little face suddenly wrinkled, then she turned over and vomited again with a whoosh.
However, this time she vomited not wine, but A mouthful of blood.
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