The song was over, but Han Ruo was still stuck in the song, completely forgetting the pain on his body.

Half a month has passed since that day when Han also promised to play a song for her every day. For half a month, he really kept his promise and came to her room every day to play a song for her. However, the progress of the two is limited to this, and after each song, he does not say a word and leaves immediately.

But today was a little surprising, after he stroked the qin, he stood up, did not turn around and leave immediately, but focused his eyes on her, and his brows wrinkled slightly inadvertently: "What's the matter?" The opening shook out two frost-stained sounds.

The reason why today is special is only because from the time he came in to the present, Han Ruo's face has been pale, biting his lips, and he looks in pain, although his expression has relaxed a lot after listening to his own playing, but it is obvious that he has only forgotten the pain for a while. He walked to her side, looked at her condescendingly, and saw that she did not speak, so he had to ask again, "Is the wound attacking?" ”

Han Ruo hurriedly waved his hand again and again, but because the range of action was too large, a heart-wrenching pain came, he couldn't bear it, hugged his lower abdomen and curled up, shivering, and cold sweat the size of a bean oozed from his forehead.

Han Yi was surprised to find that she was not covering the stab wound on her chest, but holding her lower abdomen and slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, wanting to see if she had a new injury.

Seeing this, Han Ruo trembled and leaned back, gritted his teeth and burst out of his mouth a few words: "You, don't come here!" ”

Seeing her open her mouth like this, Han Yi felt even more incredible, and insisted on checking the wound for her, but Han Ruo insisted on refusing, his face became more and more pale, and it was so painful that he changed color, and when the two were in a stalemate, Xiao Lian happened to push the door in, and when he saw Han Yi here, he was surprised: "Master, why are you here?" There seemed to be a slight hint of anger in his tone, as if he shouldn't have been here at this moment.

Han Yi frowned, wondering why Xiao Lian would have such an attitude towards him. I saw her holding a stack of things in her arms, stepped forward to Han Ruo's side, and said, "Miss, I brought what you wanted." Han also looked a little strange, and saw that Xiao Lian was holding some soft strips of cloth in his arms. As if thinking of something, his eyes swept to the bed, and sure enough, he saw a little red.

The ice lotus-like face seemed to be slightly red, and he didn't say a word, and immediately turned to leave. Han Ruo knew that he understood when he looked at him, his face was hot for some reason, and he hurriedly diverted his attention and thanked Xiao Lian.

Xiao Pian smiled, left clean clothes and soft strips of cloth and stepped back, and told her that she would be guarding the door. Han Ruo was grateful and relieved to smile at Xiao Pian.

This day happened to be the time of the cold moon, and she followed her mother, the first few days would be extremely painful, and when she woke up today, she knew that it was not good, so she had already ordered Xiao Lian to buy what she needed, and Xiao Lian immediately went with her mind. Who knew that Han Yi came at this time, Han Ruo didn't know how to talk to him, so he could only pretend to be safe and listen to him finish playing a song, saying that his Xianyin qin song really had an analgesic effect, and when listening to his song, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the pain.

It's just that after the end of the song, he found that he looked different, which had to be repaid by him to check the wound, but fortunately, Xiao Lian came back in time to relieve himself. After changing, Han Ruo made a voice to let Xiao Lian in, Xiao Lian helped Han Ruo to sit down on the soft couch beside her, and changed the clean sheets for Han Ruo neatly. He helped Han Ruo to lie down on the bed again, and then withdrew.

Han Ruo tossed and turned on the bed, and the sharp pain in his lower abdomen could not be stopped, even if he curled up his whole body, it had no effect. Struggling to crawl off the bed, Han Ruo squatted on the ground with his knees crossed, his whole body spasmed with pain. I felt that this pain was better than a knife in the chest, it was simply all kinds of fragments and torture, and at this moment I really even wanted to die.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't fall into a coma, and she was still suffering from this agony even when she was half asleep and half awake. Suddenly, he felt someone approaching from behind him, and he couldn't turn back to confirm who it was, so he felt that he was gently picked up, and he fell into a cold embrace.

Like the snow of early spring, the coolness of the skin, she was in pain like a fire, and when she found this cool support, she snuggled tightly. He seemed to feel her hugging him tightly, and he couldn't let her go like this, and hugged her to lie down on the bed.

Reaching out and hugging her carefully, hoping to relieve her little pain. She didn't know where she was at all, she just coveted the coldness, and almost stuck her whole body on it, relying on the coldness to resist the burning pain. As if she had been relieved of the torturous pain, she gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was startled by a chill, and when he looked up, he saw that he was clinging to him like an octopus. Seeing her wake up, his calm eyes seemed to be a little more flustered, and he turned his head slightly to look at her.

Han Ruo panicked and immediately let go of him, reluctantly sat up and apologized again and again: "Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't know it's you." ”

He had regained his composure, sat up calmly, and said lightly: "Who do you think it is?" The subtle meaning of this sentence should be that you think whoever can hold it so tightly.

Han Ruo is accustomed to being a master of Fengyue, but unfortunately in front of him, he has completely lost the wisdom of the past, and only a little girl who is at a loss is left, and replied in a panic: "I, I didn't think it was, it's just, it's just very cold, and it's very comfortable to hold." I, I just. Han Ruo didn't know what he was talking about, and before he finished speaking, his face was already burned well, and he couldn't even say a good word.

He stopped talking, got up and quickly left. Han Ruo looked at his dusty and fairy-like back in a daze, and when he saw him leave, he felt empty in his heart for no reason.

Unexpectedly, he would come back in a few moments, still holding a medicine bowl in his hand. Han Ruo opened his mouth in surprise: "I, this, can't drink medicine now." ”

"It's not." He spit out two words lightly, and put the medicine bowl in Han Ruo's hand without refusal.

Smelling the smell, I knew that this was not a medicine to treat wounds, it seemed to be the smell of brown sugar water, and when I took a sip, there was a hint of sweetness. Thinking that he knew everything about his daughter's family, his face couldn't help but turn red, and he wanted to drink it all in one go, regardless of the fact that it was still hot.

Who knew that the edge of the bowl was held down by a finger, Han Ruo couldn't move for half a minute, raised his eyes to look for him in confusion, and he only spit out a word expressionlessly: "Hot." ”

As he spoke, he took the porcelain bowl, motioned for Han Ruo to sit down, shook the spoon by himself, put it to his lips and tested the temperature, and then blew it gently, and actually fed it to Han Ruo's mouth himself......

To be continued