diskusbooks Chapter 187 This King Knows How to Cure It!
Chapter 187 This King Knows How to Cure It!
His Highness the King of Qin shook his head and said it was nothing.
But this doesn't look like anything's wrong at all.
Su Mowan wasn't blind, so she immediately reached out and touched Murong Jing's forehead, finding it a little hot, but not very noticeably so.
"Could it be that he caught a chill from being out in the wind at the door?"
"..."
Murong Jing closed his eyes, looking like he didn't want to say anything more.
Su Mowan blinked. Was this tacit agreement?
Is she really that delicate? Surely not?
Actually, Murong Jing was dizzy.
The reason wasn't the wind, but the drunken shrimp dish.
But how could he say such a thing? So he simply closed his eyes and acquiesced to Su Mowan's statement.
Seeing that the person had closed their eyes, Su Mowan had no choice but to extinguish the candle with a gust of wind, and the room immediately became dark.
She lay down and pulled the blanket over both of them.
After a while, by the light of the moon shining through the window, I finally saw that Murong Jing beside me had his brows tightly furrowed.
"Are you... really alright?"
Su Mowan tilted her head, her tone somewhat worried.
Murong Jing closed his eyes and gave a faint "hmm," but his brows furrowed even more deeply.
Su Mowan realized that this person was definitely trying to fool her, so she immediately propped herself up and leaned over.
"Oh, what's wrong with you? If something happens to you in my bed, I'll be so wronged when the Empress asks."
"..."
"Stop pretending to be dead, can't you say something?"
Su Mowan was a little frightened. Murong Jing either couldn't say anything nice, or he just wouldn't say anything at all, which was very frustrating!
Su Mowan was anxious, while Murong Jing was struggling.
He can't stand alcohol; he gets dizzy as soon as he touches it.
But it was just dizziness, not a loss of consciousness. So, amidst the dizziness, a flash of white light suddenly appeared in his mind, recalling Lu Yifeng's 'rogue' strategy.
So, while Su Mowan looked anxious, Murong Jing was actually considering whether or not to take the opportunity to act like a rogue.
Just as I was halfway through my consideration, Su Mowan came over. Now that's great, I don't need to think about it anymore.
A faint fragrance of a woman wafted to his nose. Even if Murong Jing had no experience, he was still a man, and some things he could understand without being taught.
Su Mowan was grabbed by two strong arms and slammed directly into Murong Jing's chest.
Yes, it was a smash. Firstly, he lost his balance, and secondly, Murong Jing completely forgot his limits and used excessive force.
Su Mowan's chin hit Murong Jing's shoulder directly, and her forehead inevitably collided with Murong Jing's jaw.
"what……"
Su Mowan couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Murong Jing also let out a soft groan, and then, out of Su Mowan's sight, a triumphant smile curved his lips.
Su Mowan's hands were tightly bound, and her forehead and chin throbbed slightly. She couldn't help but snort, "Can you please stop this? Let's talk things out. Don't resort to violence so easily. We are civilized people, and we don't condone thuggery!"
Unexpectedly, these words caused Murong Jing to hug the person even tighter.
"If you move again, I'm really going to act like a scoundrel."
"..."
Su Mowan, ignoring the fact that she was still being held in someone's arms, said speechlessly, "Does being a pervert make you feel better?"
Unexpectedly, Murong Jing simply gave a faint "hmm".
Su Mowan felt that Murong Jing had been acting very strangely lately. Last time it was because of aphrodisiacs, but this time, why did he suddenly go into heat for no reason?
Squirting uncomfortably, Su Mowan frowned and said, "Let me go first."
"Don't let it go."
"..."
Su Mowan took a deep breath.
She was prepared to use force, but when she thought of Murong Jing's furrowed brows, she softened her tone and said, "Then loosen your grip a little, it's making my chest hurt!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Jing immediately loosened his grip. Of course, he knew where she was in pain; he had felt it when he bumped into her.
If it's anywhere else, it's fine; if it hurts, I just rub it. But that place...
Murong Jing was about to say something nice to ease the tension when Su Mowan took the opportunity to break free.
Then he looked at Murong Jing with a wary expression.
"Don't think I have to give in to you just because you're feeling unwell. If you're sick, get treatment, okay? Playing the hooligan won't solve any discomfort!"
"It can be resolved."
"..."
They are utterly incorrigible and maliciously opposing!
Su Mowan took a deep breath and was about to get out of bed: "I see you have a fever, I'll go get you some fever-reducing medicine."
So-called fever reducers are actually herbal medicines that need to be boiled for a long time.
Murong Jing couldn't let him leave so easily. He frowned and said, "I don't have a fever, I'm just a little dizzy."
"Dizziness?"
Su Mowan paused.
As a grown man, it's really embarrassing to admit that I was knocked out by two shrimp soaked in alcohol.
Murong Jing simply closed his eyes.
"It's because of those drunken shrimp... I, the king, cannot drink alcohol."
"..."
Su Mowan finally realized what was happening.
No wonder Murong Jing had such a hard time eating just now, and even asked if the shrimp had been cooked with wine.
Oh dear, the wise and mighty Prince Qin has actually been knocked down by two drunken shrimp?
If word got out, so many people would laugh their heads off!
Su Mowan was secretly pleased for a moment before realizing the problem, "But, didn't you drink at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet that time? How come you were fine then?"
“That’s water,” Murong Jing said.
"..."
Su Mowan was completely convinced.
At this moment, she forgot that Murong Jing had just been forcibly taken advantage of. Seeing Murong Jing's uncomfortable frown, she wanted to laugh.
"Isn't there a hangover remedy? Should I go ask Aunt Li or Granny Wei for advice?"
His Highness the Prince of Qin knew that Su Mowan was subtly mocking him, and his face immediately turned cold.
"Only when someone is drunk do they need a hangover remedy. I'm just dizzy, not drunk!"
As if to prove that he was really dizzy, he immediately closed his eyes again after opening them, and pressed his slender fingers to his brow.
Su Mowan cleared her throat.
She said seriously, "Then what should I do? I really don't know how to cure dizziness."
"I know how to cure this. Lie down." His tone was even more serious than hers!
"..."
Su Mowan didn't want to make a fuss anymore; Murong Jing seemed to be quieter when he was holding her.
It's just a hug, let him hug you.
Thinking of this, Su Mowan lay down again.
Without Murong Jing making a move, she leaned over first, resting her head on Murong Jing's shoulder, and simply wrapped one arm across Murong Jing's chest and onto his other shoulder, her cool breath brushing against Murong Jing's neck.
"Is this how you treat it?" Her lips almost touched his neck.
"..."
The treatment was overdone.
Murong Jing's body stiffened slightly.
He gently pushed Su Mowan's head aside, rested his head on her shoulder, sniffed her gently, and said with satisfaction, "This is how you treat it."
This time, it was Su Mowan's turn to be at a loss.
A moment later, Su Mowan had a sudden thought and asked an awkward question.
"You've never been with another woman before, have you?"
There was no movement around her neck for a while, and Su Mowan thought that the person might have fainted. Just as she was about to move her shoulder to check, Murong Jing put his hand across her body and put it around her waist.
He curiously touched it up and down: "Don't ask me questions that don't need an answer at all."
His Highness the King of Qin means: If I had been with other women before, would you still be perfectly fine now? You would have…
Su Mowan shuddered at the touch and quickly reached out to hold down the wolf's mischievous paws.
"You can touch it, but only in a static way, not in a dynamic way. Otherwise, you might find some contradictions."
At this moment, Su Mowan was almost impressed with herself. With such a handsome man in her arms, she could still remain calm. There was probably no woman more cowardly than her!
Murong Jing's slightly warm breath brushed against her neck, tickling and tingling—it couldn't be more intimate.
At this moment, Su Mowan preferred to believe that Murong Jing was completely unconscious when he attacked her, or that he was blatantly trying to seduce her!
My heart was pounding.
Although it wasn't the legendary feeling of a heart pounding, and of course, Su Mowan didn't know what that feeling was like, she clearly felt that her heart seemed to... be a little off.
Otherwise, why could I feel each throb so clearly, like the beating of a drum?
The sound of her heartbeat even vibrated her own eardrums.
Su Mowan was really afraid that Murong Jing, who was leaning on her shoulder, could hear her; that would be too embarrassing...
As she was thinking this, Su Mowan reached out to try, but her hand was grasped by a long, strong hand as soon as it touched her heart.
"What are you so nervous about? I won't do anything to you."
Murong Jing said in a low voice.
Su Mowan felt that the palm of her hand was damp, and assumed it was because she was feeling too dizzy and uncomfortable.
Clearing her throat, she said somewhat awkwardly, "Of course I'm nervous. Isn't it normal for a perfectly innocent, naturally beautiful, and universally loved girl like me to suspect you of having ulterior motives? Besides, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that you have a criminal record. Who knew you'd do something to me in a moment of passion..."
Although Su Mowan truly believed she was universally loved, she wouldn't normally be this smug. But now, stimulated by Murong Jing's words, her narcissism immediately approached that of Su Mobai.
His Highness the King of Qin, who had been greedily inhaling the fragrance around his neck with his eyes closed, could no longer restrain himself after hearing this.
"You don't trust me? That's fine, I don't trust myself either."
This woman needs to be taught a lesson; she simply doesn't know when to stop.
Isn't that a blatant attempt to tempt him into being a scoundrel?
To provoke him so boldly while he was unwell is utterly disrespectful to his self-respect as a man!
So Murong Jing's wolf paw, which was being held down, moved restlessly. Before Su Mowan could react, he quickly rolled over and covered her. His dark phoenix eyes, due to dizziness, appeared somewhat alluring in the darkness.
His cool breath brushed against her face.
"Although I have never touched a woman before, as a man, I know how to do it."