Jiao Jiao ( MTL

53.she shed tears

When Xiao Jiaojiao entered the main room of Fufeng Yuan, there was a maid serving the man on the couch to take medicine.
Lang Jun was unconscious. A maid held up his back, and another maid held the medicinal soup and poured it into his mouth one ladle at a time. What he drank was not as much as what was spilled.
He seemed to be extremely uncomfortable, his eyes were closed tightly, his handsome brows were furrowed, and from time to time he would choke and make a low cough.
Xiao Jiaojiao felt sad and angry at the little maid for being clumsy. She suppressed the anger in her heart and ordered: "Go down and bring another bowl of medicine." The
two little maids were newcomers, and they only knew that the mistress of Fufengyuan was The Lord of Jinling Township has never been seen before.
But seeing the girl's beautiful appearance and elegant figure, she knew that the country king was back. After setting up the husband, the two maids hurriedly went over to salute the visitor and bowed their heads in greeting.
Xiao Jiaojiao, the maid in Fufengyuan, knew most of them. Seeing that they met each other, he suddenly remembered that he had not been back to Fufengyuan for more than half a year.
Since August last year, my father has been buried, I have accompanied my mother to visit the Xiao Emperor's Mausoleum, I have negotiated with Mrs. The past is still vivid in their minds, and going around and around, they still can't escape their attachment and ties to each other.
Xiao Jiaojiao walked over, knelt on the footrest under the bed, and looked at the person on the bed carefully.
He has a pale and thin face, a high nose bridge, tight lips, and long eyelashes that cast two crow-colored shadows under his eyelids, making him weak and cute.
She felt one of his hands and cupped it against her cheek. He was so quiet, he would not quarrel with her, scold her, laugh at her as a slutty princess, or torture her to death in bed.
But at this moment, she felt sad and wronged in her heart. She wanted him to tease her, smile tenderly at her, hug her and whisper that he missed her, wanted to hear him call Jiaojiao baby, and wanted to be coaxed by him.
Xiao Jiaojiao couldn't help but shed tears and wet his palms.
She once thought she had a fetish for hands, but she had seen Yan Qing's and Nong Yue's hands, and they were both very beautiful. But when she lost interest, she discovered that it turned out that she was not in love with hands, but in love with everything, and she only had a soft spot for his hands.
She buried her face in his palm and cried softly: "Brother Ruhui, get well soon. Jiao Jiao went back to Xie's house alone, no one hurts, no one coaxes, no one can talk to."
She cried. He sobbed: "Brother, Jiao Jiao only has you. Jiao Jiao is no longer a princess, Jiao Jiao has no family, Jiao Jiao is so pitiful."
Unfortunately, Xie Xuan could not respond. In his daze, he could only vaguely hear a girl crying. Calling him sounded like a princess. He was stuck in a fog, unable to break away or wake up.
Xiao Jiaojiao cried for a while, feeling a little embarrassed. Although Xie Xuan couldn't hear her, she cried like a childish little girl. If he knew about it in the future, he would definitely laugh at her again.
She began to give Xie Xuan medicine, using a soup ladle at first, but found that he seemed to be afraid of pain and clenched his teeth so hard that he could not feed him.
Xiao Jiaojiao stood up, arched her body and leaned against his face, moistening his lips with the serum, and inserted her little tongue into his mouth, licking it gently. Feeling that his teeth were loosening, she took a sip of the medicinal soup and kissed his lips. The medicinal liquid flowed into his mouth little by little along her tongue.
Xie Xuan was very familiar with Xiao Jiaojiao's taste. It was sweet and soft. He instinctively sucked the medicinal soup that she drank with her mouth. He even bit her tongue in the end and refused to let her go.
Xiao Jiaojiao soothed him with her lips and tongue for a while. After he settled down and fell asleep, she rested comfortably and sat on the footrest.
In fact, she wanted to climb into bed and curl up in his arms to sleep, but she was afraid that she would touch his wounds while sleeping, so she could only hold his hand and lie on the edge of the bed to take a nap.

The sky is getting dark and the new moon is rising. When Xiao Jiaojiao woke up, he found that he was already lying on the bed.
She stretched a little and saw the people next to her opened their eyes to look at her. She said in surprise: "Xie Xuan, why didn't you call me when you woke up?"
A smile appeared on Xie Xuan's lips, and his voice was weak and hoarse: "You were sleeping too deeply. I didn't want to wake you up."
Xiao Jiaojiao asked. "Then how did I get on the couch?"
Xie Xuan replied patiently: "When the maids came in to deliver dinner, I asked them to move you up."
"Ah." Xiao Jiaojiao sighed and said depressedly: "I can actually do it. You sleep like this."
Xie Xuan smiled and said comfortingly: "The medicinal soup should have a soothing effect."
Xiao Jiaojiao was a little ashamed. When feeding him the medicine with his lips and tongue, he would inevitably swallow a little without noticing. She hummed, "How do you know? Did you wake up when I was feeding you?"
She pouted, unhappy: "Did you just want to tease me on purpose?"
"No, no." Thank you. Xuan shook his head and smiled: "I just feel the smell of Jiao Jiao."
Xiao Jiao Jiao was reluctant: "Are you laughing at me in your heart?"
Xie Xuan coaxed her softly: "Don't dare, Jiao Jiao, I am so happy, how can I laugh at you? ."
He stroked her forehead and whispered: "I wish you would give me medicine like this every day."
Xiao Jiaojiao pushed his hand away and rolled his eyes: "You have a beautiful idea!"
Xie Xuan Covering the wound on his chest, he stared at her with clear eyes, and said in a pitiful tone: "Jiao Jiao Jiao, I really feel pain."
Xiao Jiao Jiao turned away and hummed softly: "You deserve it, why did you do it so harshly? "
Xie Xuan remained silent, just looking at her, with a gentle look in his eyes and a hint of vulnerability.
Xiao Jiaojiao's heart softened, and his words softened as well: "Does it really hurt? Let me blow it for you?"
Xie Xuan nodded.
After so many days after being stabbed, she asked if it hurt and gave him a blowjob. Xiao Jiaojiao felt that what she said was a bit pretentious, but she actually wanted to see how the wound on his chest was doing.
She carefully opened his shirt and saw a wound on his fair chest, close to the ribs, covered with white gauze. But it had been so many days, and I should have applied medicine and cloth bandages every day, but the faint blood still showed through the layers of white gauze.
The wound must be very deep, that's why it healed so slowly.
Xiao Jiaojiao covered her mouth and burst into tears.
Xie Xuan was heartbroken and couldn't get up to hug her. He touched her face with his hands, wiped away her tears, and comforted her: "Jiao Jiao, if you don't cry, the pain will be gone."
Xiao Jiao Jiao stared at her . With her round eyes, she tried her best to look vicious: "Xie Ruhui, if you dare to hurt yourself without my permission next time, I won't let you go." She
muttered again covertly: "Scars make you ugly. Who will like you?"
"Then who do you want to like?" Xie Xuan asked funnyly, jokingly: "Do you want to be Mrs. Chen, or the master of Yueyingfeng?"
Which pot is not to be opened? Xiao Jiaojiao was so angry that he was speechless: "I think you'd better not wake up." Xie Xuan smiled lightly: "If you don't wake up, will you hide next to
my bed and cry every day?"
"Just think of me as mourning for my husband ahead of time," said Broken Jar.
"Jiao Jiao expects me to die?" Her words were unpleasant, and Xie Xuan was not happy anymore.
Xiao Jiaojiao was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He sat up in shock and asked angrily: "Xie Ruhui, can't you understand human speech?"