A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Dongfang Chuqing's body was too weak, Shu Ange stayed outside for too long, the wind was blowing, her body was cold and hot, and she spoke with a slight trembling.

But she still spoke to Feng Yunyu in her best state, trying to leave a good impression on him of being diligent and inquisitive.

Feng Yunyu is so clever. After he put down the herbs, he walked towards Shu Ange, stopped in front of her wheelchair, and bent down slightly.

Shu Ange was a little nervous. Even though Feng Yunyu was still some distance away from her, even though she knew that he was not abrupt, she would still feel nervous when she saw a ceramic-like, almost flawless face up close.

"Please stretch out your hand, Miss Dongfang."

Feng Yunyu's voice was always slow and slow, as gentle as running water. Even with the light behind his back, his white jade-like face seemed to have a soft glow.

Shu Ange stretched out his hand unconsciously, and Feng Yunyu's fair and slender fingers touched it, she suddenly realized that he was taking her pulse.

Perhaps because of Shu Ange's cold wrist, she could clearly feel the temperature from his fingers.

Just when Shu Ange was in a trance, Feng Yunyu had already removed her finger: "Miss Dongfang is frail, and it's cold and dry in autumn, so it's not advisable to stay outside for a long time. I'll ask Cassia to grab some medicine for you."

"Do you want to take medicine again?"

In fact, Shu Ange was not so squeamish as to be afraid of taking medicine, but Dongfang Chuqing was almost soaked in a big medicine jar. She used to take a certain amount of medicine every day, but now she has to prescribe a new one, and she couldn't help but feel bitter.

"Good medicine is bitter and good for the disease. Miss Dongfang has already contracted the cold. If you don't take medicine, you can only use needles."

"..."

What about the dry needle? Shu Ange shuddered and said with a dry smile, "Yes, it's good to drink medicine, but can Mr. Feng prescribe some less bitter medicine? I've been drinking it since I was a child, and my mouth has become bitter."

Feng Yunyu nodded slightly and gently flicked her sleeves: "Caesar, send Dongfang girl back, don't let the cold wind blow."

When Shu Ange heard this, he pressed his hand on the wheelchair to stop him: "Thank you sir for your kindness, Luluo and the others will just send me."

After she finished speaking, she raised her voice and called Luluo and Qingliu.

The four little maids emerged from the back of the pond with a swish. After greeting Feng Yunyu, they each performed their duties and sent Shu Ange to Ruyan Xiaozhu, where she lived.

On the way back, Shu Ange felt more and more unwell, her chest was stuffy and she started coughing. Several maids were very distressed, and repeatedly blamed herself for not taking care of her.

When they came, they reminded Shu Ange to wear more clothes, but she refused because she thought it was cumbersome. Now that she is really hurt by the cold, Shu Ange felt that she must pay attention in the future and not be too self-willed.

On the way, Shu Ange met Leng Yexin, who was walking in the direction of Ting Zhuxuan with a food box in his hand.

When the enemy met, he was very jealous, and in the cold night, he wore pink, lighter blue than armor, and a goose-yellow skirt. He wore small silver lilacs on his ears.

Her appearance is indeed outstanding, which reminds Shu Ange of a celebrity, even if she wears the costume of a maid, it will not damage her beauty.

After Leng Yexin said a thousand blessings to Shu Ange, she continued to walk forward. Shu Ange stopped her: "You are the maid next to my eldest brother, Leng Yue, right?"

"Yes, what are your orders, Miss?"

Even if he sneaked into Tianshui Villa to be a slave, Leng Yexin didn't have the consciousness to be a slave, and seldom called himself a slave.

She lowered her head slightly, seemingly respectful, but in fact her eyes were full of impatience.

Shu Ange let out a long oh, and raised her delicate eyebrows: "Raise your head."

Leng Yexin doesn't like Dongfang Chuqing. In her opinion, the pride of these people is really inexplicable. People are equal, and they are really annoying when they pose as young masters and young ladies.

But thinking of the purpose of his trip, Leng Yexin clenched the food box in his hand and slowly raised his head.