For several days, I couldn't wake up from the chaos, and every day I used different postures to fight with the self in my dreams, and I longed to suppress my demonic nature as soon as possible, so that my headache could be relieved.

Master still sends me a bowl of blood medicine every few days, as before, I know in my heart that □□ most likely that the medicine was taken from someone else, but I don't know why, every time I see it, I still can't suppress the desire in my heart.

In addition, my mind has been confused for the past few days, sometimes I can't remember what I did, or sometimes I can't understand my own actions., and when I look back and think about it when my head is clear, I want to die headfirst.

From a bystander's point of view, anyone would think I'm a fool, gibberish, and uncertain.

However, when I woke up today, I realized that my eyes could see the light, and I couldn't help but be a little overjoyed.

Quickly rubbed his eyes and gradually adjusted himself to the light source.

Since I hadn't seen the sun for a long time, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the light for a while, and my eyes were watery.

There was footsteps in the distance, and I squinted to see Master coming with a small bowl. My eyes could see the light, but I couldn't see clearly.

Rao is like this, when the master's crow-green figure walked over, I still saw his beauty.

I suddenly wondered, why did Master choose such a heavy color to wear today? If I hadn't known that he only wore cyan, I would have almost thought it was black.

But I didn't pay much attention to it, my eyes weren't quite adjusted to the light, and I couldn't help but rub my hands.

Unexpectedly, this action made Master think that I was crying, so he rushed over and grabbed my hands.

"Why are you crying?"

His cold fingertips hurriedly wrote in the palm of my hand.

I saw his brow furrowed through the mist-like membrane in front of me, and suddenly I wanted to reach out and smooth his eyebrows.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and now I suddenly see him but I can't say a word.

I couldn't help but look up and climb up his cheek, and I felt him visibly stunned, and then I grabbed my hand that was caressing his cheek.

"I want to touch and see what the benefactor looks like, and when he gets better in the future, he will be able to recognize him."

I explained to him a little teasingly, but he was stunned for a moment and then wrote again in the palm of my hand.

"Do you recognize me?"

I pouted in confusion, and then continued to touch him without stopping, and at the same time teased him again.

"I haven't touched it yet, but I'll remember it, and if I touch it again, I'll recognize you."

After listening to my words, he paused, thought about it, felt a little confused, and then suddenly remembered something, and took my hand and wrote.

"Why are you crying again?"

I whimpered twice and then told him.

"I think of Master, he was still injured when I left, I don't know if he's better now, I don't know if he knows that something like this happened to me."

I rubbed my eyes and looked at him, I couldn't make out the subtle expression on his face, but I could feel his silence for a moment.

He must not be used to me talking about Master now, but I still wonder why he didn't tell me who he was

I wanted to ask him directly what was going on, but after thinking about it, I thought it was good now. He pretended not to be my master, so I simply thought that he was really a strange life-saving benefactor.

When I saw that he didn't speak, I just hugged him.

I put my arms around him and coquettished him.

"Master has taught me that the grace of saving my life should be repaid by a spring, I have nothing precious to repay you, why don't I give myself to you, you don't have to think so much, just enjoy it."

I felt a visibly fierce shake in his hands as he was about to write, and he paused, his breath stagnant, and then he trembled and wrote in the palm of my hand.

"Your master, that's how he taught you to repay your kindness"

I smiled at him.

"Yes, we fox clans don't have so many rules, you don't have any pressure."

He paused for a moment, then sighed and shoved the small bowl in my other hand into mine.

"Let's drink porridge."

He wrote, then broke free from my embrace and stood silently aside.

I took the small bowl and saw that it was the lotus seed soup that Master himself used to eat.

A bowl of sweet but not greasy lotus seed soup in my stomach, I was extremely satisfied, and even my body was filled with some warmth.

I finished the lotus seed soup and tried to stick to him, I pretended to lift the empty bowl into the air, and my other hand groped for his whereabouts.

He took the empty bowl from my hand and set it aside.

When he saw that I was in pain, he snorted and hurriedly came to help me, and I arched into his arms, and then closed my eyes and continued to pretend to be in pain.

He tried to put me back on the bed several times, but I was fooled around.

When I saw that he was no longer struggling, I casually hummed twice more and gradually closed his voice.

Master's embrace was very warm, and my eyelids became heavy after a while when I nestled in his arms.

I was glaring, but Master suddenly raised my right hand and asked me in writing.

"Are you doing this to everyone?"

I didn't react for a moment, and then I realized that he was asking me if I was so clingy to others.

I quietly lifted my head closer and squinted at his expression, and I saw that he frowned deeply, his lips were closed, and his face did not seem to be good.

When I saw this, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, and I thought of Qinghe, who must have been staying somewhere in Qingqiu at that time.

Master, do you care about this matter, does it mean that you like Qian'er a little bit, or do you just care about what others think of your apprentice?

I sighed softly and said to him.

"It's someone I like, and that's what I am."

He shuddered again, was silent for a moment, and then wrote.

"I'll serve the medicine."

I didn't keep him any longer, and got up silently and lay down on the bed.

When I saw that I was so conscious, I lifted my feet and walked away.

I was lying alone in bed, and I unconsciously thought of the dreams of these times.

But it's strange that these dreams of mine are more or less related to Master, but I just can't figure out what kind of relationship I had with Master before.

Master is the person who runs through all my memories, and every time I wake up from a dream, I feel that I am a little more dependent on Master.

Now I know that the original benefactor is the master, which makes me even more happy and dependent on the master, but it is precisely because of this that Qinghe has become a thorn in my heart that cannot be erased.

I want to have a master, but Qinghe's shadow is always dangling in front of my eyes.

I don't know how long I slept, and I suddenly felt that Master was on my bedside, and he gently pushed my shoulder with his hand, trying to wake me up.

I got up in a daze, and saw him sitting on the side and looking at me.

When he saw me like this, he wrote in the palm of my hand.

"It's time to drink the medicine."

I was stunned when I heard this, and it was time to drink the medicine again

I resisted my curiosity and didn't look at the medicine in his hand, and I kept wondering what the medicine he gave me every time it was or if it was blood.

I sat on the side and waited for him to pass the medicine and stuff it in my hand, but I saw him sit down and scoop a spoonful of medicine himself, blow it cold, and bring it to feed me.

I didn't understand what was going on for a while, but I was glad that he was so close.

The soup in the spoon was black, and I didn't smell any blood.

The moment the medicine was ingested, my whole body trembled.

Oh my God, this time it's actually a real medicine.Forget it without the smell of blood, it's so bitter that it makes people want to die.

"It's bitter. ”

I flattened my mouth and looked at Master with a bitter expression.

Master shook his head, sighed helplessly, and then, as if playing a trick, he got a candied fruit out of nowhere and put it in the palm of my hand.

"It's a preserves, eat it."

I blinked, thought for a moment, and then threw the candied fruit away as if I was careless.

"Hey, where did my sugar go?"

Master looked at me and sneered helplessly, and then wrote in the palm of my hand.

"You did it on purpose"

I nodded desperately.

"yes, feed me."

I could see that he wanted to write something more, but after a pause, he finally reluctantly withdrew his hand and took out a candied fruit from his bosom.

He then put the compote to my mouth.

I smirked and swallowed my mouth, but my mouth opened so wide that I took Master's fingers in my mouth.

The master was shocked and withdrew his hand in panic.

I licked my mouth shamelessly, then smiled at him.

"Yes, this candied fruit is very sweet."

I pretended not to realize it, and nodded in appreciation.

Master held the medicine bowl in one hand and looked at me with a dull expression for a long time, he stared at me for a moment, and finally stroked his forehead helplessly and laughed to himself. 166 Reading Network