Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 175 Presumptuous

However, Zhao Yunrong showed a malicious and mocking smile, "If you can avoid danger by saying auspicious words, then wouldn't all the monks in the temple live a hundred years?"

Xiao Guoer was so angry that she could hardly control herself. She pointed a trembling finger at him and was about to argue with him again, "You..."

But just as she uttered a word, she saw the moody Eighth Prince frown again without warning, staring at her with eyes full of anger and majesty.

"How dare you! Who allowed you to speak to me like this? Who allowed you to be disrespectful to me?"

Xiao Guoer's chest heaved violently. She angrily shook off the hand that was pointing at him and rushed out of the cave angrily.

What a psychopath! He even insulted his own subordinates and even cursed them. It was totally unreasonable!

Xiao Guoer stayed outside the cave until it was completely dark. When he could no longer bear the gloomy feeling brought by the dark forest, he reluctantly returned to the cave.

After entering the cave, she didn't want to even look at the bullying and mentally ill Eighth Prince. Instead, she found a carpet taken from the carriage, and went straight to a corner far away from that annoying guy, and curled up.

The nameless evil fire in Zhao Yunrong's heart gradually dissipated as the discomfort in his body became increasingly intense.

At this moment, he felt as if his whole body was burned by flames and was extremely uncomfortable.

He knew that this was because of the two sword wounds on his body, and he would probably have a hard time tonight.

He glanced at the figure curled up on the ground and swallowed his dry throat.

His body was hot, but his heart was getting colder and colder.

He took out another pill from his pocket and poured it into his mouth.

His thoughts gradually drifted away in his drowsiness, and he suddenly returned to his childhood when his mother was still alive.

My mother is a very beautiful and talented woman, gentle and quiet, with a captivating smile.

She often held his childish hands with her soft and warm hands, and asked him softly, "Did you sleep well? Did you eat well?"

That kind of happy, comfortable warmth, no one has ever given him since his mother passed away.

When Xiao Guoer was dozing off, he heard a series of intermittent mumbling sounds in his ears.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, sat up straight and looked at the figure not far away.

I saw that person mumbling something to himself, but his body was shaking slightly, as if he was experiencing spasms.

She instantly knew that something was wrong with him, and she woke up immediately from her doze. She hurried over to his side.

A little moonlight shone through the cave, so it wasn't so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

In the dim moonlight, Xiao Guoer could almost immediately see the unnatural blush on his face. She reached out and touched his forehead, and immediately gasped.

This is too hot!

If it keeps burning like this, it will definitely drive people crazy!

Xiao Guoer was extremely anxious. She patted his shoulder vigorously and called out anxiously, "Prince? Prince? Wake up!"

The unconscious man seemed to be in extreme pain, his brows were tightly furrowed and almost twisted into a knot. No matter how she called him, he did not respond, but only uttered incoherent mumbling unconsciously.

This won't work, she has to find a way to lower his temperature!

She stood up and quickly unpacked the packages taken down from the carriage one by one, then picked up some wrapping cloths and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

She stared at the dark forest outside, her heart beating rapidly involuntarily. The fear of the unknown and the fantasy of all kinds of terrible things that might suddenly pop up are the most frightening.

She looked back at the man convulsing on the ground. At this moment, he had lost all the arrogance that he used to threaten people with his status during the day. Instead, he became extremely vulnerable.

Finally, she took a deep breath, stamped her feet, gritted her teeth, and mustered up the courage to rush out.

She ran all the way, silently repeating in her heart: There are no ghosts in this world! No ghosts! They are all lies! There are no ghosts...

She found the stream, dipped a few towels into the water until they were completely wet, and then, not daring to delay, she hurried back to the cave.

The woods shrouded in darkness were silent and quiet, as if the whole world was asleep.

Xiao Guoer was alone in the middle of it, her heart filled with fear. She could even clearly hear her heartbeat in her chest due to extreme fear.

She is really afraid of the dark... woooo...

When Xiao Guoer ran back to the cave, her clothes were soaked with sweat. She felt increasingly sticky and uncomfortable, but she had no time to care about these little things.

She folded the wet towel and placed one piece on the Eighth Prince's forehead, which was as hot as a stove, and wiped his exposed skin, neck, and both palms with another piece.

However, the exposed skin area is small, so the cooling effect is not significant.

The unconscious man was still mumbling. Xiao Guoer was afraid that he had really died from the burn, so she didn't care about anything else. She could only tear open the man's collar and wipe his burning and broad chest with a wet towel.

During this process, Xiao Guoer finally understood the man's mumbling: "Mother... don't leave... Mother..."

Oh, is he sick? Is he missing his mother?

Xiao Guoer curled her lips. She couldn't believe that such a grown man, when he was sick, actually thought about looking for his mother?

Sure enough, the sentence I saw on the Internet before makes sense: men are children who never grow up.

It's just that the contrast of the Eighth Prince's appearance is too great. Who could have thought that the Eighth Prince, who is full of conspiracy and moody, would be so fragile after falling ill, and even want to look for his mother!

Xiao Guoer couldn't help laughing as she wiped his body. She also felt a little regretful: If only she had a camera or a cell phone at this moment, she could take a picture of the Eighth Prince's behavior, and then she would have something to hold against him!

The wet towel in her hand was soon warmed to a semi-dry state by the man's hot body temperature. Seeing that he still looked like he was dying, Xiao Guoer had no choice but to resign herself to her fate and took the towel and prepared to go to the stream again.

All the cups and plates in the carriage were broken, and there was no container to store water.

It would be great if she had alcohol; it would be more effective than water and she wouldn't have to run back and forth in the dark forest.

She walked to the entrance of the cave and couldn't help but complain: What a sin! I'm really afraid of the dark...

At this time, Zhao Yunrong fell into a dream, in which he saw his mother.

The dream was extremely hot, and he was sweating profusely. His mother sat quietly beside him, holding a fan and gently fanning him. He finally felt a little cool, but at this moment, his mother turned around without any warning and left silently.

He felt extremely hot and wanted to catch up, but his mother ignored him and instead quickened her pace and left.

He was extremely anxious and could not help crying out at the receding figure of his mother: "Mother, mother, please wait for Rong'er! Doesn't mother want Rong'er anymore?

In the dream, he walked in a panic and suddenly tripped over a stone.

He opened his eyes instantly.