Chapter 2272 Love that Spans a Thousand Years (16)

“One, two, three…”

She silently counted for three seconds in her heart. The moment she saw his figure, her body softened and she fainted without saying a word.

A voice of anxiety suddenly rang in her ears: “Your Highness.”

Luo Qingchen felt happy in her heart, as if ‘Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing will take the bait’.

After all, he still got Mo Ye’s attention.

He quickly ran to her, sat directly on the cold snow, gently held her in his arms, and said anxiously: “Your Highness, can you hear me?”

Luo Qingchen rolled her eyes, frowned in pain, and murmured: “I just feel a little dizzy, and suddenly I have no strength.”

Her voice was very soft, trying to keep it as low as possible to let the other person feel her weakness.

Mo Ye frowned, gently stroked her forehead with his right hand, and slowly said in a slightly cool and pleasant voice: “You have a fever, I will take you back to the bedroom first.”

Fever? Really or not? Master Mo Ye, am I pretending to faint?

Perhaps because she was dizzy, this time Mo Ye did not pick her up like a princess, but carefully carried her on his back.

His shoulders were broad and had a heavy warmth. She always felt that she could fall asleep on his shoulders.

Safe and warm...

I don't know how long it took, but I heard the sound of urgent footsteps. He felt hot and cold all over, and his back was sweating.

I was just pretending to faint, why did I feel so uncomfortable...

I don't know how long it took, someone fed her a bowl of extremely bitter medicine. After swallowing it with difficulty, a pair of familiar hands touched her lips and fed her a peach candied fruit.

The candied fruit was very sweet, with the fragrance of peach blossoms, which completely overwhelmed the bitterness in her mouth.

She slept very peacefully that night, and she slept very peacefully.

When she woke up again, it was still dark. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Mo Ye standing not far away.

This time he wore a moon-white robe, standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his tall figure made people feel lonely.

Luo Qingchen felt very light, rolled his eyes, and sat up by himself. He blinked and said, "Mr. Mo."

Mo Ye was slightly stunned, turned back suddenly, and squinted at her. He leaned against the moonlight, his deep eyes were bottomless.

After a few seconds, he hurried to her, stopped very close to her, reached out and touched her forehead and said, "Finally, the fever is gone."

"How many hours did I sleep?" Luo Qingchen frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.

It was obviously a script he had written, how could it suddenly go off track!

"Your Highness the Princess has slept for three days and three nights." Mo Ye sighed, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and said, "You are confused and refuse to take medicine, so I will bring you candied fruit."

"Peach blossom-flavored candied fruit?" Luo Qingchen pursed his lips, savoring the taste in his dream.

"Yeah." Mo Ye heard this and chuckled, "You remember it clearly."

"That's right!" Luo Qingchen raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "My memory is very good."

"But I remember that I just told the princess not long ago that you have just recovered from a serious illness and you can't go out in such a cold day." Mo Ye paused and said, "I wonder if the princess still remembers it."

"Remember... um... cough cough..." Luo Qingchen cleared his throat and said, "Those are things of the past, let's not mention them, why don't we talk about something else!"

"What does the princess want to say?" There was a little more tenderness between Mo Ye's eyebrows, as if when he looked at her, his turbid dark eyes had a touch of purity.