Ning Fu opened his eyes and saw Han Chen standing beside the bed with a panicked face, and when he heard her movements, the panic on his face gradually faded. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He leaned on the side of the bed, felt her consternation, his face gradually became a little scornful, reached out and tucked the quilt for her, limped back to his bed, and tried to say naturally: "...... Nightmares to think you're ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Fu already understood.

In those torturous days when he didn't know life and death, he had always guarded it like this, right? He's been terrified like this all those long, frightening nights? She lost her breath in constant nightmares, and kept waking up to see her life and death, so that she formed a habit of waking up from nightmares after she was out of danger.

How many nights of sleep, and how heavy and deep of worry, do you have to form such a habit that borders on compulsion?

Ning Fu didn't speak, and looked straight at the roof, for a long time, blinking.

Shed tears.

……

"Here, take your medicine."

"Oh, let it go first, it's too hot."

"It's already cool, and it's palatable."

"Oh...... Hey, Han Chen, look! ”

"Don't look at it, Qin Yan won't appear, Lin Qingzhi didn't come, the assassin doesn't exist at all, Yuwen Moxian is fine...... I said Ning Fu, you're tired of playing this trick, don't try to divert my attention anymore - take medicine. ”

"Oh."

Someone who wants to make the fraud be seen through obediently goes to pick up the medicine bowl.

"I'll feed you." Han Chen let go, "Otherwise, you don't know what tricks to play." ”

"I'm not used to it, feed what to feed." Ning Fu dodged, "I'm afraid you'll feed it to my nose." ”

"I can see it." Han Chen's answer was simple, and she was not allowed to have a second choice.

Ning Fu stopped talking, her eyebrows drooped down, she was not a willful child, she naturally knew the bitter medicine, but she herself was so sick this time she knew what was going on, there were many Western medicines in the space, out of her professional problems in her previous life, those Western medicines had extremely strong medicinal power, for this ancient person, those were the panacea for life, and they would not expire for decades, she turned out one or two, and immediately the medicine was cleared, and she could also take out some pills to replenish energy, Make sure you're feeling refreshed in no time.

There is such a good thing, why should you drink these Chinese medicine dregs that are so terrible that they are more terrible than a child's urine.

And at this time, the sound of the silver spoon had been broken into pieces, Han Chen, who was sitting in front of her couch, looked calm, the silver spoon not only tasted terrible but also arrogant, he didn't seem to smell it, and deliberately sniffed it on his lips before handing it to her mouth accurately.

Ning Fu looked at the hot air, his eyes that were originally bright and bright were a little gloomy at the moment, his heart was blocked, and he swallowed a mouthful of medicine unconsciously.

It was quiet on all sides, and there was a small mouse-like sound on the roof—it was Yuwen Moxian listening to the movement in the house, and it sounded very comfortable.

Unrelentingly feeding a bowl of medicine, Ning Fu let out a long breath, and before she could speak, the snow-white handkerchief had been gently pressed against the corner of her lips, "Don't move." ”

Wiping away the remaining medicinal juice from her lips, Ning Fu opened her mouth again, and this time a sweet thing was thrown into her mouth.

"Soochow's Nine Pickled Preserves." Han Chen seemed to be eating it himself, "It tastes good." ”

"I'm treated like a child." Ning Fu smiled, "When I was really a child, I was sick, and I didn't have this treatment, I suddenly didn't want to get better, I can always be waited on by Lord Taifu like this, and others are afraid that the cultivation of the third world may not have this opportunity." ”

"I'll do the same to you when I'm okay." Han Chen smiled and stroked her hair, "In the future, I will treat you like this every day." ”

Ning Fu's heart trembled again, he turned his eyes away, looked at the winter scene outside the window, and said, "The weather is good today." ”

"It's not cold today, go sit outside, and breathe."

Yuwen Moxian floated down, picked up Ning Fu with one hand, picked up the soft couch with the other, and sent the person out without working too hard.

Yuwen Moxian clumsily laid out a soft couch for Ning Fu, put her on it, and covered it with three layers of blankets, Ning Fu buried it in the thick blanket, only revealing a pair of eyes, and struggled to say thank you to him.

Yuwen Moxian sat back on the roof with satisfaction and continued to guard, Ning Fu asked Han Chen for help: "Hurry up...... Crush me. ”

Han Chen smiled, took off the two layers of blankets, rearranged the messy mattress for her, and said a little proudly: "Look, you still can't do without me." ”

It's really narcissistic, Ning Fu doesn't admit it: "It's just temporary." ”

"For the time being." Han Chen sat beside her, "I'm afraid you're too strong." ”

Ning Fu didn't speak, the two sat quietly, the winter was coming to an end, there was nothing particularly beautiful in the garden, only the plum tree, blooming just right, the sky was very high, and occasionally there were geese flying back, and the light black wings drew a white arc, scattering one of them.

Two people sit and lie down, sharing each other's silence in the quiet winter scene, listening to the petals of plum blossoms scattered from the branches, listening to the wings of birds skimming the tips of the withered grass with dew, listening to the crystal droplets of water pouring down on the broken lotus leaves, seeing invisible, it doesn't matter so much, the scene is in the heart, and the person is in the heart.

The silence lasted for a long time, until there was a faint sound in the distance, as if the pace was hurrying towards the courtyard, Ning Fu raised his head and smiled slowly.

"Take care." She said.

Han Chen slowly leaned down, his slightly hot breath brushed on her ears, Ning Fu didn't let him, feeling his lips finally stick to the side of his ears, moist and soft, and as light as his tone.

"Wait for me."

Ning Fu was silent, he gently bit her earlobe, not light or heavy, a little stinging and a little itchy, but it didn't seem to be itching in the earlobe.

His gorgeous and cool breath is like a winter cloud that covers him leisurely and far away, and his eyes are like a fluttering boat, about to carry someone's heart, swinging across the other side of sharing.

She didn't speak, he didn't let him, there was a low breath in his ears, light and shallow, as if he was afraid of startling her fragility at the moment, but there was a bit of indomitable strength in the bite, Ning Fu laughed slightly gasp, and said for a while: "I always have to wait for you to return to Beijing together." ”

She raised her hand and stroked Han Chen's chin, the tentacles were a little stubble, she smiled and gently pulled it out, in exchange for his low smile, her tears flowed, and she said: "I remember your current outline, and when the time comes, I will find out that I have lost weight, but I will not spare you." ”

"Why don't you spare me?" Han Chen's voice was tinged with a hint of pleasure.

"Kill you, and you are inseparable." Ning Fu replied softly.

"Okay, wait until you check." He took another bite without being light or heavy, let go of his hand, and his smile was a little more ambiguous, "You can check how you want, don't say it's a face, where...... Both. ”

Ning Fu retracted his hand, glanced at him, and then quietly touched his earlobe.

Did you bite red, or did you turn red on your own?