Lan Jing'an waited for him to go out, and also groped around in the dark, but she didn't find her sweat coat and outer clothes on the bed, she was only wearing a belly hug on her upper body, leaning against the wall, enduring the pain in her legs, shrinking herself into a ball, and crying softly.

She didn't blame him, she hated herself. If he hadn't taken the initiative against him first, he would never have touched her for half a minute. It's her, it's all her fault, she has Brother Qingyun but she is not satisfied, and she hooked him again. She felt that she was inferior to the girls at the bottom of the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion at the moment. They still have to do it for the sake of their livelihood, but what about her? At the moment when the big mistake was made, it was voluntary!

She stretched out her hand and slapped herself in the face, she wanted to wake up and see what she was thinking and doing!

What a nightmare, that was clearly her own excuse. In her dreams with premonia, there was always only her and the people closest to her, how could she dream of Xie Weining! What's more, Xie Weining's words in the dream were clearly what he had said during the day, but he found the best reason for his shamelessness!

She slapped herself in the face again. If it is said that what happened with Yuwen Moyuan at the beginning, she was forced and did not know it. Now, the betrayal and lie she despised the most were done when she was sober, how could she still be worthy of Brother Qingyun's sincerity!

The scene of Yuwen Mochi scolding her in the Yanbo Pavilion came to her mind, and he said that she was a water-based Yang Hua. She remembered that Yu Wentu was tied to a pillar and scolded her for being a bad face, and she was the most cheap. She buried her head in her lap in agony, whimpering and crying.

Suddenly, her head was gently lifted, and a white towel dipped in the cold stream water slowly stuck to her cheeks. Xie Weining let her hold the white towel by herself, and then gently helped her lay the injured leg flat, he knew that her injured leg could not be supported in this position for too long.

His voice was extremely soft, but Lan Jing'an still heard it: "It's me who can't stand you." I know that you recognize the wrong person, but you are still reluctant to let go. Lan Jing'an listened to his words and cried even more. Such a man who is unparalleled in the world, he has failed him, but he still wants him to bear this sin for her, what kind of thing is she?!

Xie Weining listened to her cry, and his heart was even more broken. Her enthusiasm and initiative were not for him. He is only worthy of the three words "Dengzizi" that she scolded. How much stronger is he than Yuwen Moyuan, whom he despises and dislikes?

Her blouse had been torn apart by him, and he had to take off his robe for her to wear. He was afraid that she would refuse him, so he hesitated for a long time and did not hand over the robe in his hand. Lan Jing'an leaned against the wall and cried quietly for half a night, Xie Weining sat on the edge of the bed with her heartbroken for half a night, and the two of them also suffered the pain of half a night's heart.

As the daylight became brighter, the light penetrated through the gap between the roof and the wooden wall, and Xie Weining could clearly see that Lan Jing'an's neck, collarbone, and the half of the face above the abdomen were all stained red marks left by herself, which were reflected on her delicate skin, which was particularly shocking. Even though she had applied cold water to her face, it was still visibly red and swollen.

Xie Weining couldn't help but call hoarsely: "Chang'an~" Lan Jingan removed his hand from his face and looked at him pitifully.

Xie Weining's robe was still held in his hand and he didn't dare to hand it out, so he sat shirtless for half the night. Lan Jing'an was even more sad when he saw that his white but well-defined half of his body still carried the traces left by his emotions. It was obviously all her fault, but he was like he had committed a heinous capital crime, and he was here to suffer with her.

Lan Jing'an opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, the tears fell first. When Xie Weining saw her like this, he didn't know what to say. He is full of ability, supreme intelligence, and now he is facing her, but he can't do anything.

Lan Jing'an opened his mouth painfully, and only said five words: "You forgot about it." Xie Weining's heart hurt more than a knife, but he responded to her gently: "Okay." ”

After Lan Jing'an cried for half a night, her head hurt even more, and she saw that Xie Weining's face was also pale. In the end, she couldn't help but say to Xie Weining: "Let's sleep a little longer." After saying that, he didn't look at him, and lay down on his own.

Xie Weining couldn't say anything, did she forgive him? Or is it because it is forced to do so in this environment? Or is it the generosity and kindness of her nature that can't see her own pain? In any case, he took a cold bath in the middle of the night, and now his body is uncomfortably tight. So Xie Weining also lay down next to Lan Jing'an, then put his robe on the two of them and fell asleep.

Lan Jing'an was still unstable in her sleep, and the disappointed look of Brother Qingyun in the dream alternated with Xie Weining's sad expression, which made her exhausted. By the time she woke up again, the light had dimmed again. Her head didn't hurt anymore, but she found that Xie Weining, who was asleep next to her, had a flushed face.

She gently called Xie Weining, but he didn't wake up. She took his hand to test the temperature for him, and sure enough, it was hot. She knew it must have been him who had gone out last night, and then sat naked for half the night and froze. Lan Jing's guilt grew even worse, and she didn't know what she could do to make up for him.

She saw that there was still the crutch he had sharpened for her yesterday at the foot of the bed, and she endured the pain, quietly climbed out of bed, picked up her torn coat and sweatshirt from the ground, leaned crookedly, and barely rubbed it to the door, where there were the herbs left by Tatsuya. She still probably remembered which one was antipyretic, and planned to fry it for Xie Weining to drink.

Fortunately, the thing that lit the fire was right outside the door, and it wasn't too difficult to do. It's just that she looked at the crockpot and was in trouble. She had to bring the crockpot to the stream and fill it with water to boil the medicine. She was now holding a cane in both hands, so how could she have a third hand to carry the crockpot?

She looked at the torn undershirt on her hand and had an idea. She further tore the sweatshirt into strips, then connected them, tied them to the ears of the crockpot, hung the crockpot around her neck, and rubbed it to the stream to catch most of the water and come back to boil the medicine. After the medicine was fried in the pot, she did the same, poured the medicine back into the crockpot, and then dragged her injured leg back to the house with a bowl in her mouth.

This thing could not have been easier for her when she was not injured, but now it is extremely difficult. In addition to enduring the pain of her leg injury, the water and medicinal soup in the crockpot would splash from time to time as she moved. The icy water was fine, but every time a little bit of freshly fried medicinal soup was sprinkled on her body, her skin would be burned into red bubbles.

By the time Lan Jing'an returned to the bedside again, she was already covered in cold sweat. She reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed, carefully lowered the crockpot from her neck, poured a bowl of medicine for Xie Weining, and then called him up to drink the medicine. Xie Weining was confused, and when she saw her bring the medicine bowl to her mouth, she didn't think about anything, just raised her head and drank all the medicine in the bowl.

Xie Weining felt hot again after drinking, and looked everywhere for something that could cool his mouth. He saw that Lan Jing'an's small ears were right next to his mouth, and when he opened his mouth, he took her earlobe, and licked his hot tongue twice on it with satisfaction, feeling cool all of a sudden. Then he put her earlobe and continued to fall asleep.

Lan Jing rolled in peace of mind, and she quietly looked at the man who was currently dependent on her. Her hand stroked the white jade fox on her chest again. Xie Weining, I have chosen Brother Qingyun in this life, and what I owe you is only repaid in the next life.