The First-Class Medical Princess

Murong Yuan got up from the bed in a hurry, he didn't wear shoes or socks, and he was only wearing a thin coat. The actions of the two made Su Yunchu feel a little ambiguous, but he just listened to Murong Yuan's worried tone , although she blushed slightly, she still responded, "It's much better, you...you put me down first."

Then under the dim light, Murong Yuan noticed Su Yunchu's unnatural expression and cute slightly red earlobes. The worry on his face was replaced by a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Ah Chu, are you shy?"

Su Yunchu's face became hot when he said it, but he calmly got off Murong Yuan's lap, stood aside, held his wrist pulse, ignored his words, glanced at him, and asked said, "Do you still have a headache?"

Murong Yuan looked at Su Yunchu's self-possessed calm appearance, and didn't expose her, "It's much better, I'm fine now."

Su Yunchu felt his steady pulse, and believed his words, "It's fine as long as it's okay."

But he took Murong Yuan's cloak from the other side of the couch and put it on for him, "No matter what happens in the future, don't be reckless, use force at this time!"

Murong Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't respond to Su Yunchu's words, but took the woman who tied the belt in front of him into his arms again, "You've worked hard today, Ah Chu!"

Su Yunchu struggled slightly, "It's cold, put on shoes and socks first!"

Murong Yuan did not let her go, "Not cold!"

Su Yunchu helped his forehead helplessly, thinking that this guy would never go back to his original cold and taciturn appearance.

Besides, she is really not used to being hugged like this. When they were outside today, the two of them had a first understanding, and she couldn't control it. When Murong Yuan was poisoned earlier, she felt uncomfortable for him and didn't care about those things. , but now, to be honest, she couldn't convince herself that her mental age of dozens of years was held in her arms like a child.

Murong Yuan didn't seem to feel Su Yunchu's awkwardness, but he held her hand, "Is Ah Chu too cold, this hand is so cold?"

Su Yunchu did not suspect him, "It's not cold."

"Who said that, this hand is purple from the cold." As he spoke, he brought it to his mouth and exhaled hot air.

Then he looked at Su Yunchu's lips, "Ah Chu's lips must also be very cold and purple from the cold."

When he got here, Su Yunchu didn't understand what Murong Yuan was thinking anymore, she was no longer Su Yunchu, she looked at his approaching face angrily, but wiped it away with one hand, "Is it because my whole body is cold, and my whole body is purple when you look at me?" gone?"

Murong Yuan didn't mind the face being wiped away by her hand, "If Ah Chu really feels cold all over, I will naturally have a way to warm Ah Chu up."

As he said that, the look in his eyes towards Su Yunchu was self-evident. Su Yunchu's cheeks became hot again, and he secretly thought that he really dug a hole and buried himself.

Murong Yuan looked at her expression, but chuckled lightly, and unexpectedly pecked her lips lightly.

However, at this time, Su Yunchu's stomach rumbled untimely. In a quiet house, it is very clear.

Su Yunchu was slightly embarrassed, this scene was really embarrassing, but Murong Yuan frowned, "You haven't eaten tonight?"

"I was looking at your physical records over the years, and I forgot..." Su Yunchu felt a little guilty when facing someone with a bad complexion and a serious tone.

Murong Yuan, however, glanced at the pile of scrolls on the table, "Look at what you're doing, it's not as important as what you eat!"

Su Yunchu kept silent, intending to ignore this uncle with a bad complexion.