Master Zhao Xiaogong is more concerned about her physical condition now.
"Are you deliberately being light on me?"
He was angered by this diversion, and he felt a little sorry for Chu Biezhi, the great Yu Buddhist, who stared at the young man in front of him with beautiful eyes and asked.
"At that time, it was for you to leave me alone in the room. I don’t know if female innocence is heavier than life. If you can really live in this way, you should also know that ordinary women would rather die? "
"Is Master Chu an ordinary woman?"
Zhao wrong not retreat and her eyes.
"Buddhist adults gave me a chance to live alone, and the people of Dayu fought for their lives. I have the ability to save you. Don’t you want a little section to watch you die?"
"It would be nice if you really said it in your heart."
Chu Biezhi’s angry face seems to converge, but she can accept this kind of healing method, but she can’t agree with Zhao Cuo’s thoughts about herself.
"Master Chu is ill?"
Zhao looked at the girl who was still half snuggled up to herself and continued
"There will be no danger during the day."
Small Buddhist gently shook his head and said
"After dark, it will still be like last night … for seven days in a row."
"Will it be okay when you get through this?"
"hmm"
Zhao was relieved when he got a positive answer.
"Then I will come to accompany the Buddhist every night."
"no"
Chu don’t branch is directly refused.
"After the most dangerous first night has passed, I can make it through by myself. You go and do a good job of helping the victims."
"This …"
Zhao wrong hesitated or nodded. They are not husband and wife. It is not appropriate to embrace each other unreservedly every night.
"Call the maid to come in and dress me," the little Buddhist said softly. "I can’t eat and wear myself yet."
"I see."
Zhao picked her up by mistake, hung her coat, picked it up and wrapped it, and then called the maid to wait on her.
In this issue, of course, he consciously went to the slant room to change clothes himself.
When he returned to the Buddhist adult, he found that the little maid dressed in clothes looked at him in a wrong way.
"Go and ask the kitchen to cook some porridge and send it over."
Zhao Cuo ordered that he knew that Chu Biezhi really didn’t look like it yet, but the actual Buddhist was much older than him.
"I don’t eat."
Chu Biezhi has been wearing a fairy-scented pale pinkish purple fairy skirt with a jade bed lying on his side, calmly looking at the coming teenager.
"Let’s eat some."
Zhao looked at this Zhang Yu bed by mistake and knew that the little Buddhist should have something magical and her dress was estimated to be ready for both forms and sizes.
"It’s also good to have some porridge to warm up. I’ve sent someone to prepare the stove. You can do it during the day."