I can't see it when I'm usually wearing clothes, this man's figure is really good, he is very tall, so he feels a little thin, but when she saw the muscles on his body, she realized that she was wrong, he was not thin at all, and he still has six abdominal muscles!

She looked at it, and suddenly felt her nostrils moist, she wiped it with her hand, but found that there was a nosebleed, I go! This and this are all caused by the rain, she must have a cold!

She wouldn't admit that she had seen a nosebleed!

Xie Chuyao didn't dare to look at it anymore, she quickly put his middle coat on the shelf, and then the last pair of pants, she didn't dare to take them off again, and secretly recited the self-created Pure Heart Sutra in her heart, and then sat by the fire and started the fire.

However, not long after she sat down, she heard a moan, and saw that Shang Jingcheng bowed into a shrimp and wrapped himself in a ball, and muttered in his mouth: "Cold...... Cold ......"

Xie Chuyao's face sank, and then he raised his eyes to look at the dark night outside, it was night, but the rain outside was still non-stop, and it was strange that he was not cold because he was not dressed in this condition.

She immediately stood up, then went over and picked up some hay and carried it to the fire, and then moved him to the fire, so that it would not be so cold to sleep by the fire.

Her hand was startled as it pressed against his skin, why did this person suddenly drop so much of his temperature? In addition to the frightening heat on his forehead, the touch on his hands was like ice cubes, which shocked her so much that she almost threw him off.

Shang Jingcheng felt her temperature, as if he had finally found a warm nest, pulled her into his arms, and then hugged her tightly, tightly, as if he was afraid that the warmth would slip away.

Xie Chuyao was so frightened that he hurriedly pushed him, but he didn't dare to make any more movements when he heard his muffled snort, and he didn't know where he got so much strength from a person who was unconscious!

"Shang Jingcheng, you let go of me, let go of me!" Xie Chuyao leaned close to his ear and shouted, hoping that this would wake him up.

It's just that he opened his scarlet eyes in a daze, but when he saw her in his arms, the strength in his hand tightened.

"Yao'er, Yao'er...... ...... cold," Shang Jingcheng muttered, and slowly closed his eyes again.

I don't know if she was infected by the helplessness in his voice, she forgot to struggle again, just nestled on his chest, felt his fluctuating heart rhythm, and unconsciously slowly wrapped her hand around his strong waist.

She doesn't care about a patient!

It's just that she frowned and looked down at the clothes on her body, the clothes on her body were still wet, and it was extremely uncomfortable to be held by him like this, sticking to her body, and he was already cold to death, and then holding her wet clothes, I was afraid that it would burn even more seriously.

Thinking of this, she glanced at him seriously, and was fighting between heaven and man in her heart, and in the end, she still respected her heart!

She saw that his hand was a little looser, so she took the opportunity to get up, but as soon as she moved, his hand subconsciously hugged tighter, so that she almost couldn't even breathe.

She hurriedly pinched his arm with her hand and shouted, "Shang Jingcheng, you let go!" ”

But this time, he didn't even open his eyes, and in response to her was the silence that filled the room.

Xie Chuyao had no choice but to move his body, took off the wet clothes on his body little by little in his arms, and then hugged him gently with both hands, and asked softly: "Shang Jingcheng, is this better?" ”

There is no fever reducer here, so he can only rely on the anti-inflammatory medicine she bandaged him to resist, and I don't know if he can resist it.

Thinking of this, she raised her head to look at him, her hand gently stroked his sick face and murmured: "Shang Jingcheng, promise me, you must hold on!" ”

Shang Jingcheng, who was in dire straits, didn't hear her words, and now he was completely trapped by the nightmare.

He felt that he was back when he was a child, he was bullied by the three princes, the seventh prince, no one helped him, his small body suffered greatly, he hated these bullying people, because they said that he was a bad spirit, and his mother was killed by himself, he didn't believe it, and ran to ask his father, but his father didn't even look at him, and sent him away.

He went to ask the emperor's grandmother again, but the grandmother only wanted to worship the Buddha and didn't have the heart to pay attention to him at all.

He felt so cold, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

"Stop fighting, Concubine...... Mother, why didn't you take me away? Shang Jingcheng muttered bitterly as he tightened the dirty clothes on Xie Chuyao's body, his expression as pitiful as that of an abandoned child.

Xie Chuyao was awakened by his voice, she knew that he must have had a nightmare, she raised her head and gently pushed him and shouted, "Shang Jingcheng, wake up, Shang Jingcheng!" ”

But to no avail, he was still immersed in his own nightmares.

"Okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, Shang Jingcheng, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here!" Xie Chuyao saw that he couldn't wake up, so he had to reach out and gently pat him on the shoulder, and then murmured in a low voice, as if coaxing a child.

She didn't know what he dreamed in his dream that made him hurt so much, but the words he just muttered let him know that he must miss his mother, thinking of this, her mind came up with the rumors she heard before, saying that his mother died in childbirth when he was born, and then the emperor did not wait to see him, only the queen mother took him to his side to take care of him, but later, the queen mother also devoted herself to worshipping the Buddha, and neglected to take care of him.

It's no wonder that there are so many alternating wounds on his back.

Xie Chuyao looked at the man who was slowly calming down, and a touch of pity was born in his heart.

Shang Jingcheng hugged her tightly, he slowly leaned his head on her shoulder socket, constantly absorbing the warmth of her body, in his dream he seemed to smell a faint fragrance of orchids, so that his heart was full of strength, and he was no longer afraid of those who bullied him.

Xie Chuyao saw that he seemed to be free from the entanglement of the nightmare, and then gently took away his somewhat loose hand, she sat up and slowly stretched out her hand to his forehead and stroked it, well, it should be that the anti-inflammatory medicine has worked, and his forehead is still hot, but it is not as terrifying as before, and his hand is not as cold as just now.

She went to the shelf and took his clothes and tried to help him put them on, but as soon as he got close to him, he took her into his arms and muttered, "Don't go......"

Her heart was distracted for a moment, and it took a long time before she finally whispered, "Okay, I'm not leaving!" ”

After saying that, she put the clothes on his body, gently stretched out her hand and hugged his waist, slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep.