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Chapter 108: Shadow Emperor's hidden marriage Xiaojia
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Chapter 109: Shadow Emperor's hidden marriage Xiaojia
Chapter 108: The Emperor’s Hidden Marriage
Bai Weiwei found the stomach medicine and immediately poured warm water into He Bo'an.
He Poan has been so painful that he is about to lose consciousness. He feels that his stomach is just like being stirred by a knife. It hurts until his eyes are black and his head is stunned.
Bai Weiwei touched his head and was cold sweat.
"Bo An, take some medicine." Bai Weiwei touched his face and tried to put the medicine into his mouth.
He bit his teeth and couldn't bear his face.
The medicine can't be inserted at all. Bai Weiwei was in a hurry. She tried to open his mouth, but he endured to tremble and never open his mouth.
Bai Weiwei wants to call and call an ambulance.
He Poan seems to know what she is going to do, endure the pain and stretch her hand.
"Pharmaceutical...Give me, can't go to the hospital..."
Bai Weiwei quickly turned back, reached out and hugged him, stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and then fed him water.
He Poan said that the sentence had run out of strength, and the strength of the pharyngeal water had to be lost. The medicine could not be swallowed in his mouth.
Suddenly his lips warmed, Bai Weiwei kissed him, and poured a clear water into his mouth, forcing him to swallow.
He Poan's eyelashes shook a bit, and he tried to open his eyes, but he saw Bai Weiwei's eyes full of worry.
His head rested on her lap, her hand tightly clutching her clothes, a gesture like a boy with no sense of security, seeking a warm home.
He Poan remembers that when he had stomach pains in the past, he used to look for medicines on his own, and then he could bear the pain alone and endure the drug.
The feeling is not so good, but it is even more uncomfortable to be seen by the wolf howling of stomach pain.
So he would rather be patient alone, and not let people see their wretched side.
However, he was held by Bai Weiwei, but he was very surprised that he did not avoid the idea of avoiding.
Suddenly, he was pushed back to the sofa by Bai Weiwei, then she turned and walked away.
He Poan frowned, his face was pale and he wanted to struggle, and his fingers couldn't help but want to catch her again.
But she walked too fast and he couldn't catch anything.
When Bai Weiwei came back, she saw that He Po'an looked like an unrequited love.
Is it so painful?
Then she saw He Po'an eyes bright and looked at her.
She saw that she had the illusion of being stared by a bad dog.
Bai Weiwei reached out to untie his clothes and put the hot towel in his hand.
He Poan’s body shook a little. She thought that he had a terrible pain. He immediately reached out and touched his hair, as if he was comforting.
"It won't hurt until you will, you can bear it."
Bai Weiwei is serious and gentle, her hand is pressed on his belly, the heat of the hot towel can play a therapeutic role.
When she was sick, heat can work for a long time.
The effect of the drug makes the stomach no longer the sharp pain that is twisted. He Poan does not know why, but does not push her away, but pretends that she can't get up, lying on the sofa weakly, enjoying the touch of her fingers. .
Bai Weiwei whispered: "It doesn't hurt, and it doesn't hurt if you endure."
He Poan's face slowly improved, he began to feel comfortable, this time is too tired, in the gentle voice of Bai Weiwei, he fell asleep.
This sleep is particularly comfortable.
When he woke up, he found that he was still lying on the sofa, covered with a quilt.
What about Bai Weiwei?
He Poan immediately jumped up, feeling a little restless.
He suddenly heard the sound of the kitchen coming, and he was happy, and immediately rushed to the kitchen.
This woman actually went to cook for him, saying that he didn't like him to say so well, and he couldn't let him go.
He walked into the kitchen and just raised his smirk.
"Ang, are you awake?"
Xiao Mu, the strong man of this rice nine, dressed in an apron, was holding a pot, and his wife and his mother smiled at him.
The first is more.
(End of this chapter)