"You ......" was stared at by An Wan's disgusted gaze, and Lu Feng's heart was uncomfortable.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that he didn't seem to have much to say.

"What are you, I'm hungry, you hurry up and buy me something to eat." An Wan said dissatisfiedly.

"Good ......"

Lu Feng found out that at some point, he and An Wan's hands were clasped tightly.

"You ......" Before Lu Feng's words were finished, An Wan had already taken the first step to let go of his hand.

Lu Feng: "......"

Looking at the empty palm, Lu Feng's thin lips pursed slightly, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.

He looked at An Wan and turned away without saying a word.

As soon as he walked to the door of the ward, Lu Feng's departing figure paused again.

He turned to look at An Wan and asked, "What do you want to eat?" ”

An Wan lay on the bed tiredly, her pale face seemed to be whiter than when she first fell asleep......

"Whatever." An Wan waved his hand and said indifferently.

What she has lost is the power of the divine soul, and it is useless to eat these things in the mortal world.

Lu Feng's gaze paused on her for a few seconds, his thin lips pursed, and he turned around and left without saying a word.

After Lu Feng left, An Wan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep......

【……】

The system looked at An Wan's quiet sleeping face with envy and hatred.

Other gods, demons, demons, and monsters, if their souls are damaged, which one is not half-dead?

There is no top-level heaven and earth treasure to recover easily.

As long as she closed her eyes and fell asleep, her spirit began to repair itself.

Come to think of it, in the Six Realms of the Shangqing Realm, except for the strange thing of An Wan, no one will sacrifice their souls to save others.

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When Lu Feng returned, An Evening slept soundly.

Looking at her pale face, looking at the fine beads of sweat on her forehead at some point, Lu Feng's gaze paused invisibly.

Gently put down the thermos box in his hand, picked up the paper towel on the bedside table, and carefully wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead for An Night.

Halfway through the wiping, a cold, white little hand suddenly attacked, stopping Lu Feng's wiping movement.

"Itchy ......"

An Wan closed her eyes, and her miserable white lips muttered unconsciously.

Looking at An Wan's little white hand holding his wrist, and then looking at the beads of sweat that were still half unwiped on her forehead, Lu Feng sighed invisibly in his heart.

He changed his hand and wiped the beads of sweat from An Wan's forehead with a gentler movement than before.

Then, he pulled the chair next to An Wan's bed, sat down, carefully removed An Wan's hand from his wrist, and put it back into the warm quilt.

After tucking the quilt for An Wan again, Lu Feng took a cotton swab to moisten it, and carefully moistened and dried the lip flap for An Wan......

"Don't move!"

An night's faint voice sounded, and her white and moist lips pursed slightly, as if she was complaining about the behavior of Lu Feng to disturb people's dreams.

Looking at the hand that was caught again, a trace of helplessness appeared in Lu Feng's deep black eyes.

Seeing that An Wan's lips were almost moistened and no longer so dry, Lu Feng didn't change hands anymore and continued.

It's just that this time, it seems to be a problem for him to pull An Wan's hand away......

Xu was because the previous warning was useless to him, and this time An Wan grabbed his hand and refused to let go again.

No matter how Lu Feng broke, pulled, or pulled, her five fingers grabbed his wrist tightly, and she didn't move!

Lu Feng: "......"