Jun Lan drank the porridge, and then according to Ye Feiyan's instructions, he lay down to rest, and Ye Feiyan handed the porridge bowl to the maid at the door, turned around, and sat down at the table to write.

Maybe it was because he slept for too long, Junlan felt uncomfortable lying down, and wanted to sit up, but he was afraid that Ye Feiyan would be unhappy, so he had to turn over and adjust his posture, hoping to make himself more comfortable.

Ye Feiyan, who was twisting her eyebrows and thinking, was disturbed by the movement brought by Jun Lan's turnover, and had to look up at Jun Lan on the bed, and Jun Lan had just turned around to face her.

"Yan'er, can I sit up, I feel a pain in my back if I lie down for too long."

"I didn't say you can't sit up, it's just better not to get out of bed and move around." Ye Feiyan looked at Jun Lan in confusion, could it be that she said just now that she wouldn't let him sit up?

However, Jun Lan at this moment made Ye Feiyan roll his eyes in his heart, feeling that he was like a child, if the adults didn't speak, they wouldn't dare to sit up.

Ye Feiyan felt that she had fought this time, and directly turned Junlan into a child, no, although the original Junlan pinched her from time to time, but handsome, handsome, which is like the current one, if she grows smaller, she is definitely a cute treasure.

"Yan'er, then I'll sit up, you must not be angry."

As Jun Lan spoke, he sat up cautiously, leaned on the head of the bed, and saw that Ye Feiyan's face had not changed, and his heart was steady.

Ye Feiyan continued to bow her head and write, writing a few strokes, and then stopped to think.

"Yan'er, what are you writing, is it okay to write on this table next to the bed, my husband can help you see it."

Ye Feiyan didn't raise her head, and wrote by herself, "You won't understand what I wrote, I'll give it to you when it's written." ”

Jun Lan didn't want to see what Ye Feiyan was doing, but it was too boring to stay like this by himself, and Ye Feiyan was only busy writing and didn't care about looking at him, if Ye Feiyan sat next to him, he could watch her write and smell her.

Remembering that last night when Ye Feiyan was next to him and gave him a needle, the faint smell of his snort entered from time to time, Jun Lan decided to be coquettish to the end.

"Yan'er, I don't seem to be feeling well, can you come and help me take a look?" Jun Lan's voice became weaker and weaker, and his face became bad.

Ye Feiyan quickly put down the pen in his hand, quickly walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, and picked up his wrist to take the pulse.

"The pulse seems to be a little fast, it shouldn't be a big problem, because you drank the medicine, and I added some herbs to the porridge, and at this time your body is consuming these herbs, and it is normal to have a little discomfort." Ye Feiyan put down Jun Lan's hand and said in a soft voice.

"Yan'er, wouldn't it be more convenient for you to sit here and write, and you can take my pulse at any time." Jun Lan hid the snickering joy in his eyes and said softly.

Ye Feiyan looked at Jun Lan's face, then walked to the table, and moved the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to the small table next to the bed, and wanted to turn around to move the chair over, but was stopped by Jun Lan.

"Yan'er, you sit on the edge of the bed and move the small table over, I'm just idle, can you help you study the ink?"

Ye Feiyan looked at Jun Lan with a longing face, so she had to nod and sit on the edge of the bed, it turned out that this guy felt that he was too idle and wanted to find something to do.

Ye Feiyan sat down and continued to write, Jun Lan stretched out his right hand, while studying the ink, while watching Ye Feiyan write and draw.