Qian Diewu walked back to the room relying on her memory. After entering the room, she closed the door, then sat in front of the dressing table, pulled down the clothes on her left shoulder, and looked at the injury on her shoulder. She found that the entire left shoulder was red and swollen, slightly Even the slightest touch hurt, and she was so angry that she cursed in a low voice, "That seventh prince is really not a man. He beats women at every turn. He has no manners. He even kicked her so hard. If he kicked her to the heart, wouldn't I go to see the King of Hell?" Already?"

She thought there was no one in the room, so she dared to speak her mind boldly, but unexpectedly someone responded.

"His name is Xia Houhuang." Jimo Wuxuan entered the room at some unknown time and stayed not far from Qian Diewu, staring directly at her left shoulder with anger hidden in his eyes.

"You...when did you come in?" Qian Diewu quickly pulled up her clothes to prevent her stupidity from leaking out, and stared at Jimo Wuxuan in surprise and anger. She really couldn't accept his behavior of coming in without knocking. .

He was like a ghost, and she was not aware of his approach at all. This man was more unpredictable than she imagined.

Jimo Wuxuan sneered and said to her with disdain: "We are husband and wife, are you still afraid that I won't see it, or are you saying that you have an ulterior secret?"

"I...I'm just not used to it yet. You didn't knock on the door when you came in. It's so rude." She spoke with a hint of displeasure.

"This is my home. I can go wherever I want. Do I have to tell you in advance? You'd better get used to this kind of thing quickly, because I don't have much patience to wait for you to get used to it."

"Forget it, it's pointless to argue with you about this. Come back to your room, do you want to rest?" Qian Diewu didn't want to argue, so she put away her unhappiness and spoke kindly.

Jimo Wuxuan didn't argue with her. He handed her the bruise medicine in his hand and said coldly: "Take it."

"What is this?" She stared at the small medicine bottle in his hand, wondering what his intention was.

"The bruise medicine from Shennong Medical Village." He answered succinctly, cherishing words like gold, and he was too lazy to take it for too long, so he ordered displeasedly: "Why don't you come and get it quickly? Do you want me to deliver it to you personally? "

She stared blankly at the bruise medicine in his hand, and a warm current seemed to pass through her heart. She walked up slowly, took the bruise medicine from him with both hands, and thanked her softly, "Thank you!"

However, while taking the medicine, her hand inadvertently had a brief contact with his. Although this contact was brief, it was impressive.

His hands were so cold, like a dead person without the body temperature of a living person.

He also touched her hand and felt the warmth of her hand. This was the first time he touched her, but he didn't seem to hate her touch. Why? He didn't like contact with strangers, even with strangers. The same goes for the servants in the castle. Except for a few of the closest people, he will not have any physical contact with them, not even touching their hands, but with her...

Jimo Wuxuan couldn't figure out this inexplicable mood, so he fiddled with the mechanism on his wheelchair and walked to the door. With his back to Qian Diewu, he said: "Add the medicine yourself. If you need anything, just tell the maid."

As soon as he finished speaking, people also arrived outside the door.

Qian Diewu looked at his leaving back with a warm smile on her face. She held the medicine bottle in her hands tightly, treating it as a treasure.

Is this the first gift he gave her?

__________________________________________________________________

Today I will send you the 2nd update first, and I will update it in the evening for the extra votes, (*^__^*) Hehehe...
Chapter completed!