Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 1483 He actually has feelings

When the first bowl of porridge was finished on the seventh day of the first day, Jill took the empty bowl and asked, "How does it taste?"

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she didn't answer her words, her eyes fell on the back of her hand, it was very red there, as if it had been burned by something.

He sank instantly, grabbed her hand, and asked tightly: "How did you get it?"

Seeing that he had discovered it, Ji Er didn’t hide it and showed it to him openly, “It was when I was cooking the porridge, I accidentally hit the stove and it was scalded, but I applied the medicine. It doesn’t hurt anymore, so don’t worry."

On the seventh day of the seventh day, how can he not worry? This little princess has ever done such a job since he was a child, and now the back of his hand has been burned red. How can he not worry and feel bad?

He gently touched the back of her hand with his finger, "Does it still hurt?"

Jill leaned closer, "Little Qi, do you feel bad for me?"

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she raised her eyes and glanced at her. She pressed her thumb on the hot red spot, and she immediately hissed and looked at him with tears, "It hurts."

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she pursed her lips, put the back of her hand to her lips, and blew gently.

The breath in the man's mouth brushed on the back of his hand, and Jill couldn't help but tremble, and a layer of fine lumps formed on his arms.

Perceiving her strangeness, he paused on the seventh day of the month and raised his eyes to look at her.

She saw her face, already flushed, and beautiful eyes, looking at him shyly.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she was looked at by her moist eyes, only to feel a puff of dry air rising in her body, and she couldn't help but roll down in her throat.

He quickly let go of her hand, looked away, and said dumbly: "Jill, you go back to the palace, I'm going to rest."

"Oh." Jill did not protest this time, but responded softly and stood up, "Then you have a good rest."

"Yeah." Black eyes closed slightly on the seventh day.

Jill bit his lip, and when he was about to say something, he was already lying down.

She had to take the empty bowl and exit the door.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, he opened his eyes on the seventh day of the day, and he was not sleepy at all.

Jill's smiles and expressions were all in his mind.

Even, I remembered the scene of Jill kissing him the night before.

He actually felt the kiss when Jill was pulled into the bed in Jiqing Palace.

He closed his eyes and felt more despicable.

How could he have that kind of thought to Jill, how could he?

He raised his hand and covered his face, his whole person a little bit decadent.

Not long after, Jill returned, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

"Little Qi, you can drink the medicine before going to bed."

I didn't fall asleep on the seventh day of the year. Hearing her voice, he turned his head and looked at her in surprise, "Why haven't you returned?"

"I didn't say I want to go back." Jill blinked, looking at him somewhat innocently, then walked over, stretched out a hand, and wanted to help him up, "You are about to drink the medicine."

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, avoiding her hand, sat up by herself, then took the medicine bowl in her hand and drank it in one go.

"The medicine has been drunk, can you go?" His voice was as cold as possible.

Seeing this, Jill was a little sad, took the bowl, said nothing, and left.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, she thought she was finally willing to return to the palace this time, and she was relieved.

But seeing her leave so obediently, I felt a little irritable for no reason.

Especially when she left, the somewhat resentful look made him feel uncomfortable.

He sighed and lay down again.

However, when it was noon, Jill came in again, with food.

This time, I fell asleep on the seventh day of the day and was awakened by Jill.

"Little Qi, it's time to get up for dinner."

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, when I opened my eyes, I saw Jill's small face close at hand, and her sweet fragrance was sprayed gently on his face.

His eyes narrowed, and his always cold face slowly turned red.

(End of this chapter)