Chapter 144 Saving the Paranoid Prince 36
Lingyao looked serious and solemn as she applied simple medicine to the patient.
During the process, Murong Jing's fingers were shaking as he tried to hold back his uncontrollable tears.
Lingyao's expression could no longer be maintained.
Seeing that Murong Jing was about to raise his hand to wipe his tears as if nothing had happened, Lingyao took the initiative to hold down his fingers.
"I just took the medicine, why are you moving around?"
She pressed her jade-like fingers onto the tears under his eyes and wiped them away decisively.
The movement was neither gentle nor heavy, like being softened by a towel.
Murong Jing pinched her fingers and placed them on the side of his cheek.
His voice was a little hoarse.
"Is the poisoning true?"
I clearly heard words like organization and assassin, which are hard to accept.
I was so angry at the other person calling me sister that I wanted to kill her.
He just asked, is the poisoning true?
Lingyao naturally didn’t know whether it was true or not.
After all, the original owner did not survive until three months later. At this point, he had already died.
But Lan Ji had no reason or motive to lie to her, so it should be true.
Lingyao looked calm and composed. Although she was poisoned, she looked very calm.
He even tapped Murong Jing's cheek twice with his fingers carelessly: "Just because of this? I will solve it."
Murong Jing's long black eyelashes drooped and he stopped talking.
It was late at night, and it was supposed to be Lingyao's bedtime. There was only one lamp on in the room, and the dim light shone dimly on the two of them.
Seeing that the problem with the little pervert had been solved, Lingyao stood up and prepared to withdraw her hand and rest.
But Murong Jing raised his hand and grabbed her finger.
He seemed to have been enduring for a long time, and even the tone of his voice was filled with a hint of grievance.
"Why does he call you sister, and Zi Zi?"
"Zi Zi is your real name? Does he know that I don't?"
At the end of his speech, Murong Jing pursed his lips again, and there was a haze in his dark eyes.
What does it have to do with her if he calls her sister? Besides, it wasn't her who asked her to call him that.
Lingyao looked back at him with indifferent eyes.
"If you don't let him shout, then you will shout?"
Lingyao just said it casually and didn't expect any response. She just wanted to sleep now.
However, before she could come over, Murong Jing grabbed her waist and stopped her.
His full, white forehead rested against her waist.
The voice was very low and small, as if it was squeezed out from the chest.
"elder sister."
After saying that, he tightened his fingers around her waist and buried his whole face in her waist.
Lingyao's sight from above.
Murong Jing's long black silky hair was half spread out on his black brocade robe with gold patterns.
Her half-tied hair was held up by a jeweled silver crown, and as he pressed against her waist, the jewels on the crown swayed in the dim light.
After Murong Jing called out that name, he felt a heat starting from the base of his neck and spreading to his face.
A sweet feeling spread in my chest.
My heart is trembling.
This feeling made Murong Jing feel a little novel.
He called out again in a low voice.
"elder sister."
After he finished shouting, he couldn't bear it anymore and buried his face a little deeper into Lingyao.
My whole body started to feel hot.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah!
Lingyao's expression became more and more serious.
She just didn't understand why the God of Wealth acted like a demon just because she called her sister.
What's wrong with calling me sister?
She was born to be unable to be a small one!
Until this moment, Lingyao understood a little.
He raised his hand and tried to pull the person out of his arms.
Just as they were getting a little distance apart, the God of Wealth came back tightly against her, with his forehead against hers, preventing her from seeing the expression on his face.
Lingyao used a little strength in her hands and pulled the person away.
He pinched Murong Jing's cheek and lifted it up.
There were still traces of tears on his face that had not been wiped away, there was a circle of moisture around his narrow eyes, and his usually cold and pale face was flushed.
He pretended to be calm and maintained a tough expression, but his eyelashes trembled.
Lingyao's eyes darkened and she lowered her head to kiss him.
Lip tossing and turning