Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Chapter 1158: I Love You, I Love You So Much (30)

Qi Yin didn’t know why. He just wanted to protect her and not let her get hurt. He couldn’t bear a little injury.

In the past, he felt that women were protected like this, delicate and hypocritical.

But now, he hoped that Feng Qian would be obediently protected, away from all dangers, safe and secure, without taking any risk.

Feng Qian also knew that the debris was protecting her.

Her Royal Highness’s fragments have always been like this, she is very caring and caring, and she wants to protect her well.

Although many times, Fragment did not say it clearly, and has been doing it silently, she can feel it.

“Let’s go back first.”

Feng Qian turned around, raised his hand and put Qi Yin’s arm on his shoulder, so that he could lean against her and save some effort.

General Qi pursed his lips and nodded, “Yes.”

Half of her body weight was also placed on Feng Qian, leaving the princess to support her body.

There were also some blood stains on the princess’s face, a faint, bright red.

He looked down at it, and after a while, raised his hand, put his fingertips against the blood-stained skin, and gently rubbed it away.

Feng Qian only paused for a moment, then continued to walk forward seriously.

Qi Yin looked at the fair skin on the princess’s face after he had wiped it clean, and then withdrew his gaze, moved closer unconsciously, and pressed his chin against the princess’ head.

His eyes were half closed, a little tired, and the breath of the princess reassured him.

When they arrived at the barracks, Feng Qian helped Qi Yin back to the main tent, and she helped him sit down beside the bed.

The general was full of blood and cold, Feng Qian took the initiative to draw a basin of hot water, soaked the veil, got up and walked towards Qi Yin.

General Qi had already taken off his blood-stained silver armor, and he was slashed on his shoulder, not too deep, not too shallow, with some blood dripping, and a striking scarlet mark was left on his shirt.

He lowered his head and tore off his jacket, revealing his fair shoulders, and the not-so-deep scar was clearly exposed.

After Feng Qian saw it, he paused slightly and wiped the blood on his face with the debris.

After wiping it clean, she walked back slowly, soaked the handkerchief in the water, and went to the other side to get a bottle of gold sore medicine.

Because the wound is not deep, no bandaging is required.

“I’ll give you medicine first.”

Feng Qian pulled out the cork of the golden sore medicine, pressed his fingers on Qi Yin’s arm, and sprinkled the medicine powder on Qi Yin’s wound with the other hand.

Qi Yin frowned slightly and let out a low groan.

Feng Qian stopped, and turned to look at Fragment’s face.

She blinked, “It hurts?”

The corners of General Qi’s lips moved, and he said in a muffled voice, “It’s okay.”

Feng Qian looked at him again, there was no expression on Fragment’s face, and the color of his lips was a little pale.

“Oh.”

Feng Qian retracted his gaze, continued to sprinkle some medicine, and then gently pressed the medicine powder with his fingers.

Before rubbing, Feng Qian said seriously to the fragment: “If it hurts, let me know, or just stop.”

“Um.”

Qi Yin lowered his head, his voice was low, and his pale lips pursed slightly.

Feng Qian continued to rub the powder away.

It was still a little painful, but the fragments were suppressed and did not make a sound, and they did not cry out in pain throughout the whole process.

When the medicine was finished, Feng Qian backed away slightly, closed the cork, and when she turned around, Qi Yin silently embraced her waist.

With a little force, he took the princess into his arms.

Following the strength, Feng Qian fell and sat on Qi Yin’s lap.

With his back against the other party’s hot skin, Qi Yin also lowered his head, his chin resting on the princess’ shoulder.

His voice was low: “Don’t move.”

Feng Qian sat on the shard’s lap and didn’t dare to move. Last time, because of provocation, she used her hands… She still remembers the feeling of trembling, burning and numbness.

Qi Yin’s breathing was light, and his voice was also light: “I want to rely on it for a while.”