Gu Qingyin looked at him for a moment, and swallowed the words several times, and finally said: We are now living under someone else's roof. Can you not be so picky?
She was already thinking in her heart that if he really wanted to change, she would take it out and wash it herself, but according to his temperament, she would be afraid that she would deliberately make things difficult for others.
Han Jinqing frowned invisibly and said lazily: "You are living under someone's roof?" That's right, so I can drink a little tea, right?"
Gu Qingyin bit his lip and handed him the teacup
Unexpectedly, Han Jinqing took a sip and spit out all the tea, making the snow-white middle-clothed lapel wet
What are you doing? Gu Qingyin looked at him and felt inexplicable
Han Jinqing's eyes were raised, and the tea stains were still hanging on his lips. Are you making tea? It's so hard to drink
To be honest, Gu Qingyin was also a little uncomfortable with drinking this tea. Mrs. Song said that she was frying it by herself with tender bamboo leaves dipped in the morning. The taste was quite average and it didn't have much tea flavor. It was incomparable to what she drank on weekdays, but it was better than boiled water.
Han Jinqing was seriously injured two days ago, and she didn't dare to let him drink tea. She was fed water. Today, Japan wanted him to taste some, but he was ridiculed.
She thought about the injuries he had suffered for her after all, and was still sick. She didn't want to argue with him. She took the cup from him and put it back on the table, and stopped talking.
At this time, Mrs. Song pushed the door and entered, Miss Gu, hot water is coming, oh, your husband is awake
Regardless of Gu Qingyin's obstruction, she put a large basin of hot water directly on the wooden rack and glanced at Han Jinqing with constant eyes. Your husband is so good-looking, Miss Gu is so lucky
Gu Qingyin no longer wanted to argue with her. Seeing that she had already started to rub a veil in hot water, she hurriedly grabbed it. She really didn't have to bother Mrs. Song anymore.
No trouble, no trouble, your husband's clothes are wet. Miss Gu, please wipe him and change his clothes quickly. His injuries have not healed and cannot withstand the wind and cold. She said as she walked to the window and closed the window. The wind in the forest is strong, so the patient should not blow too much.
Thank you Mrs. Song, Han Jinqing smiled on her lips and said: I feel a little chilled
Ah, that's all right, Miss Gu, she pushed Gu Qingyin to the bed, hurry up, if your husband gets burned again, it's not a joke
Gu Qingyin couldn't help it anymore, he wasn't
Then I'll go out first, don't delay Ah Mrs. Song closed the door for the two of them and walked away soon
There was another awkward silence in the room
Come here, Han Jinqing's tone is light
Gu Qingyin moved to his bed step by step, but the room was only a small area. She had to face Han Jinqing's joking eyes after walking a few steps.
What Mrs. Song said makes sense. He must change his clothes. She took a deep breath and said gently: I have never served anyone. My hands are lighter or heavier, or I have dissatisfied my prime minister. I would like to take care of him more.
She found a clean midi from the low cabinet at the end of the bed and placed it beside the bed, and was about to untickle his clothes and tie his belt.
Han Jinqing curled his lips slightly, and he was about to speak when he glanced at the edge of the bed and asked: Whose is this?
Gu Qingyin's eyes fell on the flat-folded middle clothes and replied directly: Of course it's yours.
Han Jinqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he pulled the middle clothes on his body.
Although he was injured with one hand, he used great force on the other hand and quickly pulled the collar completely open, revealing a piece of fair skin on his chest.
Gu Qingyin quickly pressed his hand that was about to continue moving and said anxiously: Didn’t you still say it was cold just now?
I don’t like wearing other people’s clothes. Han Jinqing raised her eyebrows and looked at her. Did you change it for me?
You, Gu Qingyin, felt very helpless and said patiently: Your middle garment is covered with dust and dirty, and it is impossible to see. The one you are wearing is made by Mrs. Song for Uncle Song. He has only worn it once.
You are still sick now, and this is not your prime minister's residence. Do you need to continue to be picky and make yourself feel sick if you catch a cold, or should you recover from your injuries and leave as soon as possible?
She finished speaking in one breath, with a faint blush on her face still on her face with excitement
Han Jinqing looked at her appearance, leaning back to the bed lazily, and said lightly: If you keep recuperating here, it seems good.
She was already thinking in her heart that if he really wanted to change, she would take it out and wash it herself, but according to his temperament, she would be afraid that she would deliberately make things difficult for others.
Han Jinqing frowned invisibly and said lazily: "You are living under someone's roof?" That's right, so I can drink a little tea, right?"
Gu Qingyin bit his lip and handed him the teacup
Unexpectedly, Han Jinqing took a sip and spit out all the tea, making the snow-white middle-clothed lapel wet
What are you doing? Gu Qingyin looked at him and felt inexplicable
Han Jinqing's eyes were raised, and the tea stains were still hanging on his lips. Are you making tea? It's so hard to drink
To be honest, Gu Qingyin was also a little uncomfortable with drinking this tea. Mrs. Song said that she was frying it by herself with tender bamboo leaves dipped in the morning. The taste was quite average and it didn't have much tea flavor. It was incomparable to what she drank on weekdays, but it was better than boiled water.
Han Jinqing was seriously injured two days ago, and she didn't dare to let him drink tea. She was fed water. Today, Japan wanted him to taste some, but he was ridiculed.
She thought about the injuries he had suffered for her after all, and was still sick. She didn't want to argue with him. She took the cup from him and put it back on the table, and stopped talking.
At this time, Mrs. Song pushed the door and entered, Miss Gu, hot water is coming, oh, your husband is awake
Regardless of Gu Qingyin's obstruction, she put a large basin of hot water directly on the wooden rack and glanced at Han Jinqing with constant eyes. Your husband is so good-looking, Miss Gu is so lucky
Gu Qingyin no longer wanted to argue with her. Seeing that she had already started to rub a veil in hot water, she hurriedly grabbed it. She really didn't have to bother Mrs. Song anymore.
No trouble, no trouble, your husband's clothes are wet. Miss Gu, please wipe him and change his clothes quickly. His injuries have not healed and cannot withstand the wind and cold. She said as she walked to the window and closed the window. The wind in the forest is strong, so the patient should not blow too much.
Thank you Mrs. Song, Han Jinqing smiled on her lips and said: I feel a little chilled
Ah, that's all right, Miss Gu, she pushed Gu Qingyin to the bed, hurry up, if your husband gets burned again, it's not a joke
Gu Qingyin couldn't help it anymore, he wasn't
Then I'll go out first, don't delay Ah Mrs. Song closed the door for the two of them and walked away soon
There was another awkward silence in the room
Come here, Han Jinqing's tone is light
Gu Qingyin moved to his bed step by step, but the room was only a small area. She had to face Han Jinqing's joking eyes after walking a few steps.
What Mrs. Song said makes sense. He must change his clothes. She took a deep breath and said gently: I have never served anyone. My hands are lighter or heavier, or I have dissatisfied my prime minister. I would like to take care of him more.
She found a clean midi from the low cabinet at the end of the bed and placed it beside the bed, and was about to untickle his clothes and tie his belt.
Han Jinqing curled his lips slightly, and he was about to speak when he glanced at the edge of the bed and asked: Whose is this?
Gu Qingyin's eyes fell on the flat-folded middle clothes and replied directly: Of course it's yours.
Han Jinqing narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he pulled the middle clothes on his body.
Although he was injured with one hand, he used great force on the other hand and quickly pulled the collar completely open, revealing a piece of fair skin on his chest.
Gu Qingyin quickly pressed his hand that was about to continue moving and said anxiously: Didn’t you still say it was cold just now?
I don’t like wearing other people’s clothes. Han Jinqing raised her eyebrows and looked at her. Did you change it for me?
You, Gu Qingyin, felt very helpless and said patiently: Your middle garment is covered with dust and dirty, and it is impossible to see. The one you are wearing is made by Mrs. Song for Uncle Song. He has only worn it once.
You are still sick now, and this is not your prime minister's residence. Do you need to continue to be picky and make yourself feel sick if you catch a cold, or should you recover from your injuries and leave as soon as possible?
She finished speaking in one breath, with a faint blush on her face still on her face with excitement
Han Jinqing looked at her appearance, leaning back to the bed lazily, and said lightly: If you keep recuperating here, it seems good.
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