Become the favorite of the sick lady (Gl)

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Lin Qian was lying halfway on the table, the cloth in her hand fell off without realizing it, her complexion was delicate and glowing with a healthy blush, and her lips were moderately thick, the prettiest pink color.

Her Qianer is so pretty!

It feels the same when you look at it from a distance, and it still feels the same when you look at it up close.

Because Lin Qian had fallen asleep so soundly, that the original idea of ​​just wanting to take a closer look seemed insufficient at this moment.

Looking at it with a bit of infatuation, Fang Fei's eyelashes trembled a few times quickly, her lips were tightly pressed together, and accompanied by the sound of slightly urgent breathing, she slowly raised her fingers, and touched her cheek slightly tremblingly. past.

At first, he quickly retracted when he touched it. After a few seconds, the sleeping person was not disturbed, and the finger reached out again.

It's like a cowardly tortoise with its head poking out cautiously from its shell.

After doing this several times, the courage just grew, and the fingers finally stopped on the skin trembling.

Compared with Fang Fei's fingertips that were always slightly cool, Lin Qian's body was always very hot. The delicate skin felt the warmth that seemed to spread to the tip of her heart.

"Qian'er, I..."

The years in this world are quiet and easy to touch, so that's it.

She could watch, watch, wait.

This night was the most daring time Fang Fei had ever done.

He not only touched Lin Qian's skin with his fingers, but also gently painted the facial features with his fingertips.

After a few days, I felt a slight fragrance on my fingertips and sweetness in my heart.

Because of the sweetness in my heart, this summer has passed extraordinarily quickly.

In a blink of an eye, it is autumn, which is the most prone to disease.

This year's body seems to be particularly unsatisfactory. In the first half of autumn, Fang Fei fell ill and lay down for seven days.

"Miss, you always don't care about your body so much."

"After you drink the medicine today, I won't give the miss a single candied fruit."

"Obviously knowing that autumn is the most unhealthy body, why would you want to take a carriage to go around the shop, and even went around four places in one day, really..."

While Lin Qian was chattering, she quickly went to the outhouse to fry Chinese medicine.

Due to the distance, the voice seemed a little blurred in the back, but each voice still carried the most sincere concern.

Decoction is an extremely cumbersome and careful thing, because it is related to Fang Fei's body. Although the Fang family has no shortage of servants, this matter is always done by Lin Qian herself.

It was only at this time of day that Lin Qian would not be waiting by his side.

After laying down for seven days, her body was still weak, but even though Lin Qian's figure disappeared before her eyes, Fang Fei still had a smile in her eyes, and unconsciously tried to catch the subtle voices across the wall.

It's just that Shang Mo described Lin Qian's appearance at the moment with the soft voice next to her ear. Fang Fei frowned slightly, bent her body halfway, covered her lips with a handkerchief, and coughed.

This cough has been with her since she was a child, but this time the cough came on so quickly and violently that it gave people the illusion that she was about to cough up everything in her body.

After a quarter of an hour, the cough finally stopped.

Fang Fei's body was weak, her throat was hoarse and painful, she was struggling to breathe, but she couldn't even hold the handkerchief in her hand.

On a bleak autumn day, the closed windows faintly illuminate the trees outside the house, fluttering and falling leaves.

The handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms also fluttered down from his hand, and then danglingly fell to the ground.

A bright red color is blatantly exposed in the middle of the veil.

It was the color of blood.

Fang Fei coughed up blood!

The author has something to say: In fact, An An thinks that she may be suitable for writing nüè articles, covering her face~

In other words, the past life is finally almost finished! !

Chapter 85

When Fang Fei saw the blood, she felt cold hands and feet, and her mind went blank.

"Miss, the medicine is ready, Qian'er brings it here now."

Lin Qian's voice came from afar.

It was only at this time that Fang Fei finally recovered from the state just now. She was obviously weak, but she didn't know where she got the strength to bend down to pick up the handkerchief on the ground and stuff it into the quilt. All the movements were done together.

Lin Qian, who was carrying a medicine bowl, pushed the door in without realizing it.

"Miss, what's wrong with your face?"

"No, it's probably because my mouth feels bitter after thinking about taking the bitter medicine."

"Pfft, Miss actually still has the heart of a child.

It's time for the young lady to remember, so as not to always take her body seriously.

But for the sake of the lady knowing her mistakes, I chose the sweetest one for the lady this time. "

"Then thank you Qian'er."

In the bleak autumn, Lin Qian, who was full of joy and anger, was still bright and gentle.

"Miss, isn't it sweet?"

Fang Fei finished drinking the bitter medicine in the bowl without frowning.

Lin Qian bent down and stuffed the candied fruit into her mouth with a soft voice.

The sweetness of zizi mixed with the bitterness of medicine and the smell of blood formed a special taste in the mouth.

Fang Fei clenched the handkerchief in her hand, swallowed lightly, and lowered her eyes to hide the useless enthusiasm in her eyes.

"Ah."

If possible, Fang Fei would like to treat this hemoptysis as never happened.

But if there is one, there are two.

After just seven days, Fang Fei coughed again, and her blood was so bright red that it dazzled the eye.

"Miss, why is your body not getting better all the time.

Is the doctor's technique not good enough?