A Princess Carry

"Stupid dog, go away." Jing Yan walked around Onion blocking the way and strode straight to the bed.

As expected, the dumb woman on the bed was still unconscious. She did not even react when someone came in.

Jing Yan frowned. He wanted to take the thermometer, but he suddenly remembered the soft touch under the dog's paw yesterday. He hesitated for a moment, then put his hand on her forehead.

It was so hot.

He did not even need to use a thermometer to know how serious her illness was.

D*mn it, why is this woman's body so weak! He had already given her the umbrella, so how could she still be so sick?

Jing Yan paced back and forth in front of the bed in frustration. He clenched his fists by his side, as if he had made a great decision.

He suddenly bent down, one hand wrapped around her legs, the other around her shoulders, and held her firmly in his arms.

The butler's eyes widened in disbelief. "Young Master Jing, where are you taking her? "

"To the hospital. Shut up!" Jing Yan ordered impatiently. "Cover her with a piece of clothing."

The butler immediately entered the room, took out a coat from the closet, and covered He Miao with it.

"Is the Second Young Miss sick?" The butler felt regretful. If Master Jing had not come, He Miao would have fallen even more sick.

"Is this how you guys usually take care of people?" Jing Yan did not even bother to spare him a glance. He carried the woman in his arms, who was so light that he could not feel her weight, and got into the car in a depressed mood.

"Young Master?" The chauffeur did not expect his Young Master to carry her out like this and was stunned.

"The hospital." Jing Yan glared at the chauffeur who turned around and covered the girl's long, white legs with the coat that had slid down. He then released his hand in satisfaction, but his eyes were still on her.

He Miao groaned in pain. The air conditioner was off in the car, and the temperature was just right, but she felt very hot.

Just as she stretched out her arms to remove the jacket, she was stuffed back in by a strong force.

He Miao turned over uncomfortably and stretched out her long legs again, but they were still covered by someone again.

Jing Yan stared at the woman who did not even sleep well. Then he suddenly leaned over, raised his arms, and fiercely hugged her on both sides, trapping her in his arms, making her unable to move.

He Miao was extremely hot. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a dark face right in front of her. She was stunned for a moment before she realized who this person was.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at her and Jing Yan's position in confusion. Then, her face suddenly turned red and she hurriedly broke free and retreated to the car door.

"What are you fidgeting about?" Jing Yan glared at her irritatedly. As soon as her warm body left, the warmth in his arms suddenly disappeared, leaving only an irritating emptiness.

"What am I doing here? Where are you taking me?" He Miao had a high fever the entire night. Now, even the slightest movement would cause a severe headache. When she spoke, her throat was very hoarse, and snot almost flowed out.

Jing Yan frowned in disgust, then pulled out a pack of tissues from the front seat with a cold face and threw it to her.

"Hey, you still haven't told me where you're going." He Miao glanced at the streets on both sides. Fortunately, they did not drive to any remote or poor places. Otherwise, she really suspected that Jing Yan would work with the He family and sell her while she was sick and weak.

"Young Master, we've arrived." After being glared at by the Young Master just now, the driver did not turn around this time.

"Yes." Jing Yan opened the car door and walked out. The cold wind blew into the car, and He Miao, who had been extremely hot just a moment ago, suddenly shivered.

While she was still in a daze, the car door beside her was suddenly pulled open. Jing Yan, who had been frowning the whole time, stuck his head in with an extremely unhappy expression. "What are you daydreaming about? Dumb woman."

Even though he was scolding her, Jing Yan did not slow down his movements. Just like when he left the He family house, he carried her steadily into the hospital.

"I can walk on my own." He Miao twisted her body uncomfortably.

Jing Yan lowered his head and saw her pushing his chest unhappily. She kept leaning forward, as if she was extremely unwilling to touch him.

The frustration in his heart grew, and he almost roared, "Can't you be more aware? Do you have shoes?"

He Miao was stunned, then realized that she was not wearing any shoes.

Jing Yan looked down at the top of her soft hair. Seeing that she had finally become well-behaved and obediently lowered her head into his arms, his mood inexplicably improved.