Song Yihuan leaned on Chu Shuolan's body and closed his eyes to recuperate.

She was so tired that she wanted to lie down and sleep for a day and a night now.

Chu Shuolan saw the tiredness between her eyebrows, and he continued to move his hands, wiping her hair that was still a little damp.

He leaned down slowly and whispered softly in Song Yihuan's ear: "Wait until your hair is dry before you sleep, otherwise you will have a headache when you turn back." ”

Song Yihuan moved around his waist, but he didn't mean to get up, and muttered, "Sleepy-"

This is childish, and a little unconsciously coquettish.

Chu Shuolan had a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and he sped up the movements in his hands.

Time passed unconsciously, and Song Yihuan, who had only planned to close his eyes and recuperate, became more and more sleepy.

Until the support behind her was gone, she was supported by something, and then her waist was shackled.

Then there was another muffled grunt.

Song Yihuan heard that this was Chu Shuolan's voice, mixed with a bit of pain.

She snapped her eyes open.

What caught his eye was Chu Shuolan's posture of wanting to pick her up, as well as the helplessness between his eyebrows and the distressed look on his face.

Song Yihuan quickly understood something.

She broke away from the other party's embrace, quickly stood up, and looked Chu Shuolan up and down worriedly.

"Are you alright? Why don't you wake me up? ”

Chu Shuolan also stood up straight, and when Song Yihuan opened his eyes, his face showed a little self-deprecation.

He wanted to pick up his emaciated newlywed wife, which was all delusional to him, and he almost threw someone to the ground.

However, after seeing the worried looks on Song Yihuan's face, the self-deprecation and displeasure in his heart eased a little, but he still couldn't go away.

Chu Shuolan restrained his helplessness and various emotions, and said casually: "Seeing that you slept soundly, I didn't want to make my own decisions but woke you up." ”

His voice was gentle and full of affection, like an intimate complaint to a beloved.

Song Yihuan knew that Chu Shuolan had always been close to her, and she didn't think about it, she touched her hair casually, and it was already all dry.

Looking at the sky outside, it was completely dark.

Song Yihuan smiled and said to the young man in front of him: "It's not early, rest early?" ”

"Okay—"

Chu Shuolan naturally would not refute.

He turned around and walked towards the bed, and the moment his face turned around, his gentleness was gone, and his face was expressionless.

It was this night that he finally understood.

It turned out that wanting to pick up someone turned out to be so delusional for him.

When he came to the bed, Chu Shuolan glanced at the potted plants in front of the window.

There was a bowl of soup and medicine for him, which Qi Shu had prepared for him.

It was so difficult for him to even want to pick up someone, let alone hold someone so physically exhausted, it would be even more distant for him.

Chu Shuolan clenched his fists hard, with a bit of forbearance in his expression.

He never thought that he wanted to get better at this moment, to be able to jump and jump like a normal person, to be able to do what a normal man could do.

Thinking of the recent use of Qi Shu's decoction with Song Yihuan's blood as medicine, Chu Shuolan's expression eased a little.

The few drops of blood left by Song Yihuan last time he came, Qi Shu did not waste it, he has been working hard.

Until two days ago, the other party brought a bowl of decoction made with Song Yihuan's blood as a medicine and various herbs added to it.

He said that human blood is derived from medicine, supplemented by herbs and blended, even if the oil runs out and the lamp is dry, you can hang your life when you step into the ghost gate.

In other words, Song Yihuan's blood can indeed detoxify the poison in his body.