Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

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Shu Nuan's throat became hoarse.

After so many consecutive days of being locked in an iron cage and going through violent storms, no one cares about him when he is sick, he has already coughed up his throat.

The imperial physician prescribed the medicine, and ordered him not to let Shu Nuan try to speak for a while, he had to raise his voice before speaking.

Sheng Qianmo looked at Shu Nuan's sleeping face lying on the bed, she still looked so quiet, her eyelashes drooped softly, she was well-behaved and harmless. He likes to hear her voice softly talking to him lying on his neck so much, but now he toss her so much that she can't even speak.

She... No matter what, she always stayed by her side obediently, and listened to everything he said.

She obviously told herself that she didn't, why didn't he believe it...

Was it because she was forced to give an explanation to the soldiers, or was it because of her intimate Ache that made him lose all his sanity...

She even wondered at the moment, whether she was thinking of that person when he asked her if she liked him.

To Sheng Qianmo, that was probably the most fatal point.

He even thought about how to punish her when he went back, but her wordless indifference, her body covered in bruises, made him unable to be ruthless.

Su Huang asked him, if he knew what kind of person he was, would he still fall into it?

He didn't think that he was falling into it, but just following his heart.

Nuan woke up at night.

The servant A Cai obeyed King Sheng's order, and brought in a light meal as soon as Shu Nuan woke up.

Shunuan was very hungry, so he sat down, and was about to stretch out his hand, when Ah Cai said, "Young lady's hands are not convenient, let me serve you dinner."

After hearing this, Shu Nuan froze slightly. She lowered her head and looked at her injured right hand. She was silent for a while, then firmly held the chopsticks with her left hand, and picked up the vegetables clumsily and laboriously. She often trembled and couldn't hold the chopsticks stably. Falling from the chopsticks, she managed to eat the meal on her own despite all this.

After eating, Shu Nuan went back to the bedroom.

She suddenly stopped and saw that her book bag was still on the couch. Shu Nuan stared at the book bag for a while, then walked slowly over, opened the strap of the book bag with her left hand, and put the book and pen The papers were taken out one by one and placed on the table.

You are a subjugated female slave, no matter how many words you learn, it is useless...

Shu Nuan was holding the pen to write on the paper, but with a shake of his hand, the pen fell from his left hand.

Shu Nuan's handwriting is beautiful, but Shu Nuan's left hand can't write.

Shu Nuan lowered his eyes, looking sadly and calmly at the crooked handwriting on the white paper.

When Sheng Qianmo came back, he saw this scene——

Shu Nuan stared at the pen and paper on the table in a daze.

When Sheng Qianmo walked over and reached out to put away the books she put on the table, Shu Nuan finally raised his head slowly and looked at him expressionlessly.

"This king will heal your right hand as soon as possible."

Shu Nuan looked away lightly, got up and left.

Cheng Qianmo put his arms around her waist and pressed her into his arms, staring at her deeply with his head down, "You said it, didn't you? Nod your head."

Shu Nuan didn't respond at all, but was forced to look at him with quiet, harmless and indifferent eyes.

"Number." Sheng Qianmo's eyes became colder, and he asked softly, "Do you have to have this attitude?"

Shu Nuan blinked his eyelashes, still expressionless.

Sheng Qianmo's deep and dark eyes suddenly shrank, he pinched her chin and lowered his head, then bit her lips hard.