C5 Coughing off All of Your Lord's Blood

"Bring Miss Bai a cup of hot tea to warm her body."

This was the first time Gu Yanqing had received such an impolite glance. He didn't get angry and instead played with the Eighteen Bodhi sons with interest. His deep eyes reflected Bai Ruotong's pale and delicate face.

"Miss Bai, please have some tea."

Zhao Cheng nodded and poured a cup of hot tea from the teapot on the table and handed it to Bai Ruotong.

After fleeing for such a long distance, her mouth was indeed dry. Bai Ruotong nodded her head in thanks. Holding the teacup, she took a sip, but soon after, she frowned and spat out all the tea in her mouth.

Gu Yan Qing's expression immediately darkened, "What's going on?"

Bai Ruotong covered her mouth with her hands, feeling ecstatic in her heart. In her previous life, her sense of taste was ten times more sensitive than an ordinary person's. This was also the reason why she had become a chef at such a young age. Who would have thought that this talent would actually accompany her to transcend over.

Everything was a double-edged sword. Although her sense of taste was sharp, it also meant that she was ten times more experienced than an ordinary person due to the bitterness in the tea. Bai Ruotong is a picky talker. She hates everything that tastes bitter. She is sweet and spicy.

She put down the teacup and made a cross hand salute towards Gu Yan Qing. "Your Highness, Ruotong choked." She embarrassedly stared at the yellow tea stains on the Plum Blossom carpet that she spat out. Without saying anything, she covered up her fishy shoes.

Her comical actions didn't hide anything from Gu Yanqing's eyes. The smile on Gu Yanqing's face was like ice, and it was filled with warmth as he replied, "It's fine."

"That... "Cough, cough, cough …"

Just as Bai Ruotong was about to probe this "Your Highness", he felt an itch in his throat. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough. This cough was like turning on a sluice switch, uncontrollable. She furrowed her brows as she coughed even more urgently, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.

This body of his was already weak. After experiencing a struggle just now, he should be unable to withstand it any longer.

"Is Miss Bai doing well?" Zhao Cheng asked worriedly.

"I'm fine …" "Puff …"

Bai Ruotong gave up, and just as she was about to answer, she felt a sweet sensation in her throat and coughed out a mouthful of blood. The fact that she vomited blood did not matter, but the parabola of blood that she spat out was too long. It just so happened to land on the Moon's White Robe of this noble one in front of her.

Bai Ruotong was so frightened that her face turned ashen. Zhao Cheng, who was at the side, was also shocked. His highness is afraid of getting dirty...

Gu Yan Qing stared at the blood on her clothes and frowned.

"Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose … "Puff …"

Bai Ruotong got up in fear, wiping the blood on Gu Yan's robe with her sleeve. Zhao Cheng called him "Your Highness", since his identity was either a prince or a prince. If his clothes were dirty, what if he got angry and directly took his life?

Zhao Cheng trembled. Little Ancestor, she really doesn't care for her life anymore. She actually went up to the driver and approached her. He was really afraid that the prince would not be able to hold himself back and directly pinch her to death.

Just as Zhao Cheng was about to stop him, Bai Ruotong coughed on the bottom of Gu Yan Qing's shirt, unable to hold back a mouthful of blood. Once she coughed, her body immediately lost all of its strength. She closed her eyes and fainted into Gu Yan Qing's arms.

Zhao Cheng was in despair and thought to himself that he should just faint too. Otherwise, if His Highness strangles Miss Bai to death later, he would still have to suffer and collect the corpse for him.

"Your Highness, Miss Bai did not do it on purpose. I hope Your Highness can spare the little lady's life." Zhao Cheng's heart still wasn't calm as he pleaded.

"When did This King say that he wanted her life?" Gu Yan Qing bent over and looked at the beauty in her arms. She reached out her hand to brush away the few strands of black hair on her face that had been moistened by the rain. Her black eyes flashed with a clear light.

Zhao Cheng said. Was he hallucinating? When had his highness become so solicitous and meddlesome?