Chapter 1389 He always cares about the life and death of those he cares about

   Feeling more and more lonely…

   Just when Ye Zhi was about to be swallowed up by this boundless loneliness, a person got into Ye Zhi's tent.

   "Zhizhi!"

   Just being called Zhizhi, Ye Zhi instantly woke up from her loneliness.

   is Gong Juechen.

  Yes, Gong Juechen is here. Not only did he come, but he also brought in a basin of hot water.

Gong Juechen put the hot water beside the bed and complained distressedly: "Zhizhi, didn't I give you frostbite cream, why are your hands still frozen like this? Your hands are frozen like this, Presumably your feet are not too cold. Come, come, quickly soak your feet, and I will give you medicine after soaking. "

   It turned out that someone noticed that she had frostbite on her hands.

   It's just that this person is the one who makes her feel most insecure.

   "No need." Ye Zhi didn't want to get up, she just wanted to lie down quietly for a while.

   "Why don't you use it? Look at how frozen your hands are. If you don't handle it, it will fester!" Gong Juechen went to pull her without any room for negotiation.

   Ye Zhi felt Gong Juechen's strength for the first time, and lost her mind slightly.

   When she came to her senses, Gong Juechen had already pulled her up and sat beside the bed.

   Gong Juechen first wiped her hands for her, and then she took off her socks and put her feet in hot water.

   "I really don't know how you got frozen like this." Gong Juechen felt distressed and blamed.

   He clearly gave her frostbite cream, so logically, she shouldn't be frozen like this.

When Ye Zhi was soaking his feet, he sat next to Ye Zhi, pulled one of Ye Zhi's hands, and stretched out a hand towards Ye Zhi, asking for something: "Where's the frostbite cream, bring it, I'll apply it to you, Look at what your hands look like, the braised pig trotters are not as appetizing as your hands now."

   Ye Zhi automatically ignored the words behind Gong Juechen and said lightly, "No."

   "No?" Gong Juechen didn't react for a while. How could there not be, obviously he gave it to her. It was specially formulated by him, not an ordinary frostbite cream.

   "The female soldiers were colder than me, so I used it for them."

   Gong Juechen immediately became angry: "I gave it to you, how can you give it to them?!"

   "What you give me is mine." In other words, what is mine, who I give it to, that is my freedom.

   Gong Juechen immediately said: "Then I will give me to you, why don't you say that I am yours?"

   Ye Zhi said: "You, I don't want it." She really felt that he was unreliable and could not give her the sense of security she wanted.

   Palace Juechen is suffocated.

After taking a sigh of relief and suppressing his anger, Gong Juechen took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and opened it, while trying to put his tone down and asked: "If you give it to someone else, why don't you ask me for it? You're trying to torture me like this. You know I'll be uncomfortable seeing you like this."

   Ye Zhi's lips trembled slightly, and after a long while, she said lightly, "The female soldiers said you don't have frostbite cream there, so I didn't ask you for it."

   "Of course I don't have them anymore. They are not me. What am I going to do to give them the ointment I specially prepared for you." Gong Juechen said without feeling anything wrong. He always cared about the lives of those he cared about.

   "...you're a little selfish."

   "I've always been like this." Gong Juechen didn't care, and put frostbite cream on Ye Zhi's hand.

   (end of this chapter)