
Rough beard, disheveled hair, dirty clothes without tidying up, completely subvert the usual serious and cold image.
Qin Ruojiu was stunned for a moment, hard to believe. Thinking he was still in the dream, he closed his eyes, frowned, and muttered in my heart, I want to wake up, wake up, wake up quickly, can't sleep anymore, can't see hallucinations anymore.
Seeing Qin Ruojiu clearly see him, but pretended to be blind, then closed his eyes and ignored him.
Emperor Zhaolie, who was inwardly shocked, quickly grabbed his shoulder and shouted with a terrified expression, “Jiu’er, do not sleep anymore, open your eyes, I am talking to you. You're obviously awake, why close your eyes, is it because you hate to see me?”
Those uneasy and confused words suddenly startled Qin Ruojiu, his eyes widened, asking in disbelief, “Is this really not a dream? The emperor is worried about me?”
After hearing his murmur, Emperor Zhaolie – who had been tense – spontaneously became relaxed. The worry and fear these few days instantly turned into a cheerful smile. His black pupils clung tightly to his face, fondly extending his huge palm, gently touching the tip of his nose covered in black gauze, saying angrily and anxiously, “You fool, you are, I almost died worrying about you, you could have said something like this, did you deliberately want to make me angry?”
“Ear?” This time Qin Ruojiu opened her lips in astonishment after making sure she was not dreaming, and shouted. Raising his eyes, he met his hidden arrogant and considerate eyes, with an aura of self-sacrificing fire.
However, the yellow light outside bounced on him, there was a hazy foggy feeling, his handsome face looked soft to the point of making people palpitate.
He looked at the man in front of him with a blank look like this.
He looked so happy, but in his excited eyes it was hard to hide his fatigue. In that exhaustion, there was a hint of unexpected surprise. Why can there be so many complicated expressions in one look? Maybe this is the power of love.
Right, since he was severely injured, he had already not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, and it would be three days once the sun set.
These few days, he did not dare to blink, trying to keep his tired eyes open, afraid that once he blinked, he would disappear, afraid to find that this was just a dream.
Right now, after knowing he had completely healed, having come back to life, he was unable to express his inner joy with words.
If he could, he really wanted to laugh out loud like a child, but fearing that awkwardness frightened him who was still badly injured.
Right now, he was bowing, half-back on the bed, staring at Qin Ruojiu with an expression of affection, “Little Thing, do you know how long you slept?”
Listening to such an intimate call, he who had not had time to answer, his soft face flushed red, the next second was nervous to the point of not knowing how to answer.
Can only widen his eyes foolishly, looking at him straight, not understanding why he could change so much to himself.
“Speak, is there anything uncomfortable? Let me see?” Emperor Zhaolie – who saw him long speechless – suddenly turned and walked to the edge of the bed, intending to lift his clothes to look at his wound.
Qin Ruojiu – who did not expect him to act so – suddenly like a small white rabbit who got lost, dodged and hid shyly, “Emperor, I am fine, I am fine, fine ....” The injured spot was in his lower abdomen, a place so hidden, he was embarrassed to let her see it.