Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 589 Overwhelming the Prime Minister's Sick Beauty (79)

The morning light is faint, bit by bit through the window.

Rong Yan woke up early, with a white and tender arm across his waist.

He reacted quietly for a while, then frowned.

The people around him were still sound asleep, their cheeks were glowing with pink.

Rong Yan softened his brows and eyes, and lightly touched He You's cheek with his warm fingertips.

He nestled in his arms again, noticing his movement, tilted his head and rubbed it, still fell asleep.

Rong Yan bent her lips silently.

He carefully removed He You's hand on his waist, lifted the quilt, and wanted to get out of bed.

However, Rong Yan's gaze paused, and the movement of getting out of bed stopped.

His white undershirt was mottled with blood.

Rong Yan was stunned.

Blood?

He woke up again frowning, covering his uncomfortable belly.

Rong Yan's face turned pale in an instant, and he held her arm.

The boy's voice trembled a little, his eyes were dazed and helpless.

"Where are you hurt?"

He was at a loss again.

She turned her eyes and saw the blood stains on Rong Yan's underwear.

He You: ...

She was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at her clothes.

really……

No wonder she felt sick to her stomach.

He rubbed his head again, very helpless.

She even forgot that she still had a vest on.

Rong Yan was obviously frightened, and was about to stand up in a panic.

He hurriedly called him to stop again.

She was full of hesitation and confusion: "Do you know what menstruation is?"

Rong Yan stared at her blankly.

He had no choice but to take his hand over and put it on his chest.

She looked sincere: "I am a woman."

Rong Yan blinked blankly, then withdrew his hand abruptly.

The palm of his hand seemed to be on fire, and it was burning hot.

Rong Yan stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a while.

When He tidied himself up again, Rong Yan was no longer in the room.

He rubbed his head again.

Could it be that Rong Yan was frightened?

She didn't intend to just tell him so abruptly, isn't it just in time.

Just when He was thinking about whether to coax him back now, the door creaked.

The boy changed into a long robe and held a bowl of brown sugar water in his hand.

Rong Yan pursed her lips and put down the bowl.

He was a little worried and a little anxious.

"Will it be uncomfortable?"

He didn't know much about his daughter's family, so he was a little at a loss.

He shook his head again: "Only a little bit."

She is lucky, and this time is not as difficult as some girls.

The brown sugar water is still steaming, and there is a slight sweetness in the air.

He rolled his eyes again: "Did you cook it?"

Rong Yan said "Mmm", with clear eyebrows.

"I don't really understand, I don't know if this will be useful."

He carefully let it cool down a bit, and handed the spoon to He You's mouth.

He lowered his head slightly again, put his fingertips lightly on Rong Yan's wrist, and took a sip from his hand.

The warm current made the whole person feel a lot more comfortable.

He tilted his head again and gave him a thumbs up.

"Super helpful."

Rong Yan frowned slightly, and wiped the water stains from the corner of her mouth for her.

He blinked again, looking at the young man's clear and quiet eyes.

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

How did she get into the palace, and why did she disguise herself as a man.

There are piles of piles, and whichever one is picked out has a lot of meaning.

With lowered eyebrows, Rong Yan gently stirred the brown sugar water in the bowl.

"If you don't want to tell, I won't ask."

He looked at him quietly again: "What if I have been lying to you and want to kill you?"

(End of this chapter)