“......”

Leng Yan didn't expect Qian Qiao to have such a big reaction, so she got up silently and walked to the girl's side to use spiritual power to guide her, and only asked after she stopped coughing.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Thank you..."

Qian Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, with Mr. Leng's help, she didn't cough now, but for some reason, she felt that Mr. Leng's hand behind her was a little hot.

"Mr. Leng, are you not feeling well?"

This body temperature, which was obviously different from ordinary people, made Qian Qian couldn't help but turn her head to look at Leng Yan.

Because of the close proximity between the two, she soon noticed the other's excessively pale face.

"I'm fine, it's just that I've been overworked lately, and I can recover after a day off. ”

Leng Yan also knew that his current face was not very good-looking, but this kind of symptom caused by the overuse of spiritual power was really nothing to him, a monk in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, and he would recover almost after a day of sleep.

"Mr. Leng, you rest first, I'll come back to you another day..."

Qian Qian thought that she would definitely disturb the other party's rest here, so she got up and prepared to leave after saying this, but she had just gotten up from the sofa and her wrist was held.

“......”

Seeing that Qianqiao was leaving, Leng Yan reached out and grabbed the other party's wrist almost reflexively.

It was only after doing this that he realized his recklessness, and as soon as he was about to let go, his brain reacted one step ahead of him.

"Do you know how to cook?"

"Huh, yes!"

Suddenly hearing such an inquiry, Qian Qiao couldn't react for a while. After she thought it through, she immediately understood what Mr. Leng meant when he said this.

"Mr. Leng, I'll cook you some porridge~"

"Good~"

Hearing this, Leng Yan nodded with a smile in his eyes and said.

“......”

The gentle smile in the other party's eyes and the curvature of the corners of her lips made Qian Qiao suddenly feel a sense of déjà vu, and her hand couldn't help but reach out to the black mask that the man was wearing on his face.

"Lianfei?"

“......！”

Qian Qiao's words made Leng Yan's pupils suddenly constrict, and the girl took off her mask, her hands hanging by her side slowly tightened, and the accelerated heartbeat in her chest showed his nervousness.

"Shhh

Qian Qiao didn't know why she suddenly said Lian Fei's name, especially when she saw the other person's face, this feeling became more and more obvious.

"Bang!"

Before she could think about it, a sudden tingling pain in her brain made her gasp.

At this moment, the sound of the mask falling was more like a hammer hitting her brain hard, and it hurt so much that Qianqiao almost lost her breath.

"Thousand buckwheat?!"

Leng Yan exclaimed, immediately reached out to support the girl who was about to fall, bent down to pick her up, and rushed to the bedroom.

"Ahhhh

Qianqiao, who thinks she has a good tolerance for pain, screamed in pain for the first time, and her brain hurt as if it was about to explode.

She had never experienced this kind of pain, and this mental torture, which was hundreds of times more painful than a physical injury, made her even want to be relieved by self-harm.

"Qianqiao, don't bite!

Seeing that Qianqiao tried to bite his finger, Leng Yan immediately reached out to stop it, but was bitten by the other party instead.

"Yes, bite me, I'm not afraid of pain..."

No matter how strong Qianqiao in the late stage of foundation building is, it is just a number of tooth marks for Leng Yan in the late stage of the transformation of the gods.

He used his spiritual power to probe into Qianqiao's brain to help relieve her pain, and patted her back to soothe her emotions.

When the girl slowly fell asleep under the effect of spiritual power, Leng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Blame me for being in too much of a hurry..."

took the sleeping girl into his arms and said with a cold apologetic voice.