Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

It might be cleaner to let Uncle Bei kill people and set fires, and let him take care of people. This is... a bit embarrassing!

Looking at his look, it didn't look like he was taking care of the person he liked. On the contrary, it looked more like he was trying to pour poisonous wine into the person he liked.

The consequences can be imagined. Jiyue choked on the sobering soup he suddenly poured, causing water to flow from her mouth and nose. Her stomach, which was already a little uncomfortable, became even more uncomfortable at this moment.

Seeing Ji Yue coughing non-stop, she suddenly became a little at a loss.

Just then, Dongxue and Chunyan walked in carrying water. Seeing the two people's appearance, they couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Brother Bei, what's wrong with Miracle Doctor Jiyue?"

Seeing Jiyue, whose face was red from coughing and almost out of breath, Chunyan and Dongxue became a little anxious.

Bei Ming raised the corners of his lips in embarrassment, "I..."

Dongxue stepped forward and stretched out her hand to help Jiyue. Unexpectedly, before her hand touched Jiyue's chest, Beiming quickly swung it away with quick eyes and hands.

Dongxue was stunned, and Beiming was also stunned.

He didn't mean any harm just now, he just didn't want anyone other than himself to have close contact with Ji Yue.

He suppressed his blush and explained with embarrassment: "I... didn't mean it!"

Dongxue didn't think much about it, just thinking that Bei Ming was afraid of Ji Yue.

Bei Ming caught a glimpse of the redness and swelling on the back of her hand and suddenly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, I just acted carelessly and hurt you!"

Dongxue hid her hand back and said with a fake smile, "I'm fine. I'll just put on some medicine later."

She looked at Ji Yue, whose coughing gradually subsided, and smiled at Bei Ming again: "Brother Bei, why don't you go wash it off first? Just let me and Chun Yan come here."

Bei Ming looked at Ji Yue, who was already asleep with her face flushed and frowning, and felt a little hesitant.

But seeing Dongxue staring straight at him, he was afraid that she would see something, so he hurriedly handed the hangover soup in her hand, coughed lightly and said: "In this case, I will leave Jiyue to your care. I will go in first." Rinse it."

Before leaving, he glanced at the person on the bed with some worry. Seeing that his frown had slowly flattened, he turned around and entered the back room.

When Chunyan saw him leaving, she approached Dongxue and said worriedly: "Sister Dongxue, is your hand okay?"

Dong Xue raised her hand and looked at her already red and swollen hand, and then looked at Ji Yue on the bed. There seemed to be something in her eyes that was about to come out.

She shook her head slightly, her voice as soft as ever.

"I'm fine!"

Chunyan looked at the inner room and lowered her voice: "Sister Dongxue, don't you think Brother Bei's reaction just now was a bit strange?"

The way Beiming looked just now was as if Dongxue was trying to steal something important from him.

Dong Xue's face darkened slightly, "Don't talk nonsense, Brother Bei is just worried about Miracle Doctor Jiyue."

"Oh!" Chunyan responded dully, but she was still a little curious about Beiming's reaction.

Dongxue asked Chunyan to help Jiyue up, and she sat where Beiming had just sat, picked up the hangover soup, and fed Jiyue spoonful by spoonful.

Bei Ming had just poured more than half of the hangover soup, so it quickly reached the bottom.

The two of them helped Ji Yue lie down, cleaned up the ground, and then turned and left the house.

Jiyue, who was taking a bath in the inner room, heard the sound of feet gradually disappearing, and her high-pitched heart relaxed.

He just sat up from the tub and realized that this was not his room.