After Du Zeming left, Yin Xiao went back to the bedroom, lifted Wen Muyao's quilt, and lifted her cotton nightdress.

Under the light, Wen Muyao's legs were thin, long and straight, white and moist like beautiful jade, and they looked very dazzling.

He suddenly remembered that these legs had been folded into various shapes by him last night, and his lower abdomen tightened. Then I saw her snow-white face again, and I felt a pang of pity in my heart, drove away the evil thoughts, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Hmm......"

Sensing the abnormality of his body, Wen Muyao woke up in a daze.

At a glance, she saw Yin Xiao sitting beside her, and Yin Xiao was ...... to her In an instant, the horrific memories of last night flooded into her mind, and she was so frightened that she kicked over: "What are you doing......"

"Don't move, I'm applying medicine to you!"

Yin Xiao grabbed her ankle and said hurriedly.

In fact, Wen Muyao's body is weak now, and the strength of this kick is soft and has no lethality, but he is afraid that Wen Muyao's condition will worsen if he moves around, so he is so nervous.

He put Wen Muyao's leg back, continued to apply medicine to her, and said, "You have a fever, and...... There are some traumatic injuries that require a few days of medication. ”

He spoke with a deep sense of guilt in his tone.

But Wen Muyao didn't notice it.

She was so hot that her brain was groggy and uncomfortable.

Yin Xiao glanced at her, tried her best to ignore the pain that was slowly rising in her heart, covered her with the quilt, went to the bathroom to wash her hands and lay down.

In the darkness, there was a rustling sound.

Wen Muyao was lying flat, feeling that a man hugged her and hugged her very tightly.

"Last night...... It hurts you, I won't do that in the future, don't be angry. He whispered in her ear.

Wen Muyao closed his eyes and did not speak.

She heard a low sigh in her ear.

This night, Yin Xiao barely fell asleep, his heart was occupied by guilt and worry, he kept holding Wen Muyao, touched her forehead after a while, and found that the fever had not subsided, so he got up to change her cold towel, and wiped her arms and arms with a damp cloth to cool down.

In the morning, Wen Muyao's fever finally subsided, and Yin Xiao relieved herself and hugged her for a while.

When she woke up again, it was half past nine in the morning, and Yin Xiao's consciousness had not yet been completely clear, so she reflexively leaned over to Wen Muyao and touched her forehead.

The tentacles are at a normal body temperature, Yin Xiao finally put a heart in her stomach, slowly opened her eyes, and glanced at Wen Muyao, but she was stunned.

Wen Muyao was a little wrong.

She struggled her eyes and looked at the ceiling above her head, her expression a little indifferent, and there was no light in her eyes.

She seemed to be awake for a long time.

Yin Xiao chuckled in her heart.

"What's wrong with you, aren't you feeling well?" He quickly rolled over and sat up, looked at her and asked.

Wen Muyao shook his head, his pupils were still dilated: "No." ”

Yin Xiao's brows furrowed, and a look of worry came to her heart.

He kissed Wen Muyao's face, and asked in an extremely gentle voice in her ear, "Are you hungry, what do you want to eat, I'll cook for you." ”

"Whatever."

Faintly spitting out these two words, Wen Muyao closed his eyes.

……

It wasn't until she finished washing up and went into the kitchen, took out the flour and began to knead the dough that Yin Xiao realized that there was something wrong with her tone.

It was hollow, and her voice was particularly hollow, as if she had lost her soul.

The hand kneading the dough stopped, Yin Xiao lowered his eyes, and the hair on his forehead blocked his eyes, making him look a little uncertain.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and continued to knead the dough.