When Michael returned with the teapot, Yingqian was already fast asleep.

She was lying on a hill piled with countless books and papers.

Bright cheeks were pressed with bright marks.

His eyebrows were also slightly frowned.

It seemed like he was sleeping very uneasily.

Michael subconsciously slowed down his steps.

He put down the teapot and stood in front of the desk, looking at his young stepmother expressionlessly.

His eyes looked at the uneasiness between her brows.

It flows over the tip of the pretty nose.

Finally, it was fixed on Yin Hong's lips.

She is quite a beautiful person.

Even in deep sleep.

It's still very charming.

That kind of temperament that mixes innocence and charm.

It's really touching.

Michael lowered his eyes.

By the dim light of the candle, I carefully looked at Ying Qian's outline.

No wonder.

His father would break his promise.

Marry Yingqian as queen.

He was fascinated by this woman.

But he collapsed in the wedding church.

How ridiculous.

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Michael's lips.

His eyes finally glanced at Yingqian's brows.

Then he poured a cup of tea, placed it on the edge of the desk, and went to open the two flower windows in the study.

The night breeze dispersed in the dull study.

Michael turned around and saw Yingqian shivering. She huddled her shoulders due to the sudden coldness, and a look of uneasiness appeared on her fair little face.

But she didn't wake up.

There are sleeping herbs in the soup, enough for her to sleep until dawn tomorrow.

Michael tilted his head.

A gentle smile appeared on the face that was as holy as an angel.

He stretched out his hand.

His fingertips faintly caressed Ying Qian's frown.

"Good night, my Queen, we will...see you tomorrow."

Michael exited the study.

He smiled cutely at the maid guarding the door.

"The queen said that she doesn't want anyone to disturb her. Verit, you can go back and rest."

*

Yingqian had a severe headache.

She felt as if her whole body had been thrown into a drum washing machine.

The world is spinning.

Even the vision is blurred.

She rubbed her eyes hard.

But the desk in front of me seemed to have countless ghost images.

"I..."

Yingqian shook his head.

Just took a step forward.

My feet are soft.

Her whole body fell onto the soft carpet.

But in the next second, a loud noise came.

"queen!"

The young man's clear voice reached his ears.

Yingqian was held in a warm embrace.

In breathing, there is a soft and clean breath.

Can't tell the exact taste.

But it smells good.

She sniffed, raised her head drowsily, and met a pair of brown eyes full of worry.

"Mi...Michael?"

"Queen, what's wrong with you?"

Michael frowned, and his face, which was so beautiful that his gender was blurred, was full of concern for her.

His cool palms covered Yingqian's forehead.

Very hot.

"You are sick, I will take you to a doctor."

Michael was about to pick up Yingqian.

Her palm was suddenly grabbed by her.

Her fair cheeks were flushed unnaturally.

His eyes were also filled with mist.

Consciousness is collapsing.

Yingqian only felt extremely hot.

My body seemed to be on fire.

She grabbed Michael's cold hand tightly, brought it to her cheek, and rubbed it back and forth like a cat.

He muttered angrily:

"Stop fucking moving, it's so hot..."

Ying Qian's skin felt hot and hot.

The scorching temperature spread all the way along Michael's palm.

He was startled.

It felt like a ball of fire was touching the palm of my hand.

But I couldn't feel the pain.

Only along blood vessels and bones.

All the way up.

He lowered his head and looked at Yingqian's brows, which were furrowed in pain.

He was actually a little lost in thought.

It took quite a while.

Michael was shocked to come back to his senses by her gradually heavier breathing.

He hurriedly picked up Yingqian.

His palms were wrapped around her slender waist.

Like a thin willow.
To be continued...