Half of the time passed, Chen Moumou, who was in a coma, frowned, his lips trembled and pale as paper, as if he was enduring great pain.

The blood on his back was almost gone, and the wounds from the whip were gradually healing.

Ye Fanhua deigned to walk over and was about to brush the boy's hair to check, but her cold hand was grabbed and pasted on her cold face.

"Warm, so warm......" The whispered voice came into his ears, and the painful expression on the boy's face seemed to be stretching.

I don't know what I thought, Ye Fanhua's eyes were full of reminiscence, and when she looked at the boy's pale face again, there was a rare hint of softness.

The hand was not withdrawn either.

Half an hour passed, the effect of the medicine was complete, and the new wound on Chen's back had basically healed, leaving only a faint mark.

And the scars that have turned dark or light brown in the past are still a little unsightly.

Ye Fanhua glanced at it, and there was another small medicine bottle in his hand, the appearance of the bottle was the same as just now, but the color of the cork was different.

On the small bottle is a small oblique line of traditional Chinese characters: Ice Muscle Gyokuro Liquid.

What came out of the bottle was a transparent liquid, cold and cold, and she just poured a little on Chen's back, and found that he seemed to be frozen, and his back shrank slightly.

She paused with her hand holding the medicine bottle, looked at the boy's increasingly pale face lying on the pillow, and said in disgust, "What a trouble!" ”

Saying this, she took the small medicine bottle back, poured the cold liquid on the palm of her hand, rubbed it with her hand, and then evenly wiped it on the boy's back, including all the old and new scars.

Her own body has been modified and trained extremely well, and she has long since left the mortal womb of the flesh.

With sufficient qi and blood, Ye Fanhua's palms are warm all year round, which is enough to offset the coldness of the liquid when applied on the boy's back.

The warm touch was so comfortable that the pale face on the pillow stretched out, and the corners of the lips even curled up.

After applying the liquid medicine to her back, Ye Fanhua was about to stand up.

This is, under the bright light, she saw the boy's muscular and narrow waist, down the beautiful back line of the sunken back:

A dark, aged scar was revealed, and the other end extended into the baggy school pants......

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Early the next morning.

The warm and comfortable feeling of lazily basking in the sun on a cold winter day woke Chen Xueba from his sleep.

This sleep, which seemed to be a particularly long sleep, was also the most comfortable sleep in his life.

No cold, no darkness, no pain, no rebuke.

In my dream, the spring flowers are blooming, and the soft halo is projected on my body, and I am full of warm comfort.

He couldn't help but want to reach out and hold that feeling firmly in his palm and stick it to his face.

The tip of the nose seems to still smell of the sun.

Sniffed again, really, the smell of sunshine!

Wait, how can there be sunlight in the dark, damp and unsightly basement where he lives?

The boy who was lying on the bed and sleeping with his face on his side suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a white soft pillow that exuded warmth.

The pillow was extremely soft, extremely warm, and extremely light, and every mass of stuffing in the pillow that he did not recognize seemed to be wrapped in the winter sun.

The warmth that smells in the nose comes from the pillow.

His bed had no pillows, but was made of wooden planks, and the mat and two thin quilts that were not used were all furnished.

This is absolutely, not his place to live!