Unlucky Girl Transmigrates to Dominate the Harem: The Unruly Consort is Hard to Pamper

Chapter 81 The Clumsy Man 2
"Yo yo, little beauty, are you teasing me?" The white-faced scholarly man grinned, approached An Xiaoqian frivolously and winked.

"You..." An Xiaoqian didn't even have the strength to fight back, she could only stare at him panting, obviously he was molesting her, but she actually bit back.

Who the hell is this man?Where did it come from again?She was almost dying of illness without seeing her, and she had no sympathy at all.

While the white-faced scholar was giggling and teasing An Xiaoqian, the door was pushed open from the outside again, and this time it was Murong Shenyuan who walked in.

He only had to look at it to know what was going on inside.

An Xiaoqian only saw Murong Shenyuan walk in, but in the blink of an eye, he had already caught the white-faced scholarly boy against the wall and put his elbows against his neck, and said coldly, "Don't play tricks like you, In this room, you can only do one thing, which is to detoxify her."

An Xiaoqian stared at the two men in a daze. Just looking at the postures of these two men, if it weren't for Murong Shenyuan's threatening words, these two men really looked like they were in love...

However, An Xiaoqian felt a little warmth in her heart, because she finally saw Murong Shenyuan protecting her expression with her own eyes.

The white-faced scholar shrank his head, squeezed Murong Shenyuan's hand away with two fingers, and compromised fearfully, "Okay, okay, I'm all up to you, isn't it all up to you? Death." He shook his head as he spoke. Shake your shoulders.

silent……

An Xiaoqian felt that if her face hadn't been injured, her face would be covered with goose skin. That man's last coquettish "look of death~" was so nasty that it made people want to die.

The white-faced scholarly boy walked to An Xiaoqian's hospital bed and began to carefully observe her condition.

It's very strange that at this time he actually became serious, and he was completely different from the frivolous him before.

An Xiaoqian even felt that his eyes, which carefully inspected her injury, were full of humanity~

The white-faced scholarly boy's face gradually became serious, and finally he shrugged and said, "Murong, Murong~ You really brought a hot dog this time."

Judging from his tone, it seemed that there was no cure for the poison, An Xiaoqian's heart sank, and at the same time, Murong Shen Yuan's face also sank.

(End of this chapter)