Chapter 1622: Except Wushan is not a cloud 173

Chapter 1622, except that Wushan is not a cloud 173
At that time, Mobi came to sit on the bed with a cold face, and did not move. He heard the door being gently opened again, and looked up in the past, it was Chaucer coming in.
Chaucer thought that the Royal Highness had fallen asleep, and when she came in, the movement was already very light, but she still did not expect to collide with the eyes of His Royal Highness Prince.
Chaucer bit his lower lip slightly and walked over to take the initiative to explain. "I... I want to stay and look after my Highness. I sleep outside the couch, and I won't disturb my Highness."
She looked at her and looked back at her faintly. She did not say good or not.
Upon seeing it, Chaucer’s appointment as the Prince of the Crown promised her, and did not dare to disturb the Highness of the Prince. After cleaning up the bed, he went out from the back room with a light hand.
But just as she was going to lie down and sleep, she heard the cough from the head of the house, and the cough was very uncomfortable.
Chaucer didn't think too much, got out of bed and put on his shoes, poured hot water into the temple of the Prince, and went to the bed and said, "His Royal Highness, drink hot water."
She also coughed a few times before she took the tea cup she handed over and slowly finished drinking it before giving it to her.
"Is your temple cold?"
The side of the side shook his head coldly.
Chaucer stood hesitantly standing by his bed for a while, and didn't know what else he could do. He said, "Where am I going out to sleep?"
The side of the side is still unmoved.
After waiting for a while, Chaucer did not wait until he had a reaction. He had to put down the teacup and went out with the Prince Edward.
But after she lay down, she heard the Prince’s cough coughing up, and she coughed more seriously than before. Chaucer struggled for a while, but she still couldn’t rest assured that she would enter the house and pour down the Prince. The water, "His Royal Highness, you can drink a few more mouthfuls."
I was silently picking up and drinking.
Chaucer looked down at him and said with a hard scalp: "Can I stay at the bedside of my Highness... I, I have no other meaning, just want to take care of my Highness."
The side of the side gently lifted up the cockroach, also looked at her, slowly shaking his head.
Upon seeing it, Chau’s heart had just risen a little and hoped to fall down again. She just wanted to nod and retreat, but the next moment, she did not take the initiative to seize her hand.
Because of the illness, the palm of his hand was wrapped in his hand very hot and hot.
Chaucer’s face seemed to be hot, because it was... His Royal Highness took the initiative to hold her hand...
She heard herself whispering something at a loss: "His Royal Highness..."
Then, Chaucer saw that he was still sulking and moving his face to the bed, and his hand still held her.
Chaucer seemed to understand what was coming, his face was hot and he couldn't believe it. "His Royal Highness is... want me to sleep here?"
She looked at her and faintly nodded.
Although he seems to be very indifferent, but Chaucer feels inexplicably feels deeply touched in the depths of his heart, softened.
Maybe... This is because the Prince Edward is still ill, so it is not as sharp as she is when she is awake, but Chaucer feels that she is a shameless, and she is greedy for this kind of warmth.
Chaucer almost lie down on his bed very cautiously. She was afraid of meeting the Highness of the Prince. She was afraid that her Highness would not be happy, so she did not dare to let go. She did not dare to touch the Prince.
However, it seems that he is not happy, and he twisted his eyebrows and suddenly thought that he would not want to take Chae to his arms.
(End of this chapter)