Wen Xien didn't sleep all night yesterday, and his mental condition during the day was not good, and he was sleepy.

Hearing the man's words, Wen Xien cheered up.

She lay on the man's chest, and she could hear the man's heartbeat, as well as his hot temperature, the breath sprayed on her face, everything was so vivid and nostalgic.

Perhaps sensing the man's uneasiness, Wen Xien's tone pretended to be relaxed.

"What do you have to say? Do you know that the medicine is very bitter, it is terrible? ”

The tip of Guo Zhenfei's tall nose rubbed against her hair, and there was a very strong fragrance, and he approached greedily.

Coaxed: "You can only get better if you take medicine." ”

Wen Xien raised his hand and pulled his hair, whispering a complaint.

"But I'm worse off than dead."

The honest man who was bullied obediently lowered his head and let Wen Xien pull his hair, which was an invisible doting.

His voice was hoarse, like that of a child.

"But if you don't drink the medicine, it will hurt, Eun En has to be good."

Wen Xien was amused by his tone, and a faint smile appeared on his pale and beautiful face, and the whole person looked scorching.

She turned her head to look at the man's sharp jawline and scratched his chin with her hand.

"Did you know I'm older than you?"

There is no age in the cultivation realm, because the face is not old when building the foundation, and the higher the cultivation, the longer the lifespan, and there are many people who live to be hundreds of years old.

The man didn't seem surprised at all, he rested his chin on Wen Xien's shoulder, his burning breath spraying into her ear.

The strong arms tightly wrapped Wen Xien in his arms.

From the first time he saw Wen Xien, he felt that she was not an ordinary person, he remembered that he had read a few books, and Wen Xien was like an immortal from outside the sky, because he made a mistake and was relegated to the mortal world, and suffered a lot.

He desperately wanted to keep this immortal, but it was like grasping a handful of sand, and the tighter he gripped it, the faster it flowed.

He thought that he could stay together for the rest of his life until he was old, but he didn't expect that God would be so ruthless and cruel to take away his immortals.

The man buried his whole face in her neck and rubbed it with attachment.

"Then you coax me."

Wen Xien's hand clenched the quilt tightly, her eyelashes drooped, and there was a burst of wetness on her neck, and her heart began to be bitter.

This is not the first time she has seen a man cry, but no matter how many times she can't make her indifferent, because she can clearly know that Guo Zhenfei is an iron-clad man, mature and steady, he doesn't seem to be afraid of anything, as if he is supported when the sky falls, and he will not shed tears when he bleeds.

But now he is always sentimental, perhaps because whatever she says unintentionally can stimulate men.

And it was she who turned Guo Zhenfei into this.

She is actually very uncomfortable, but she can't show it, because then the man will be more out of control and helpless, and she will always have to control him.

Wen Xien sighed, and she turned to face the man.

At this time, Guo Zhenfei didn't dare to look at Wen Xien.

She held the man's tear-stained face, his eyes dodged and he didn't dare to look, slowly kissed Guo Zhenfei's chapped lips, and said: "I admit that I was a little fierce at the beginning, and I wanted to drive you away, it was my bad before, I know you are very wronged." ”

The gentle voice full of coldness not only did not stop the man's emotions, but also made his emotions even more collapsed.

It was a thick grievance, Wen Xien didn't say it, but when he said it, it reminded him of Wen Xien's words at that time.

"You say, you say you have someone you like......"

Wen Xien smiled: "Yes, indeed." ”

The man's broad back twitched violently, and tears flowed silently, like a wounded wolf, howling in the wilderness in the middle of the night, mixed with anger and sorrow.

"But now it's you......"

Guo Zhenfei was stunned, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his bloodshot eyes were bright and terrifying, but the emotions in them were so thick and suffocating.

He is happy and worried, and under the contrast between these two extremes, his mood has been extremely unstable.

He hugged Wen Xi'an's waist and buried almost the whole person on Wen Xi'an's body, leaning his back and wailing helplessly like a trapped beast.

His breath grew uncontrollably fast, powerless to hold on to those empty vows.

"Then can you not leave me, we will always be together, okay?"

"I like you, I like you from the first sight, I can't read a few words, but I have a lot of strength, I can do anything, I will let you live a good life."

"Is that okay, is it okay...... Don't leave me alone. ”

"Please......"

The man pleaded almost incoherently, but this life, old age, sickness and death are not under Wen Xien's control, life and death are fateful, and in the face of death, everyone is powerless.

In fact, men know it from the beginning.

Wen Xien's time was running out, he just didn't dare to face such a situation, and subconsciously chose to escape, blinded himself, and even hypnotized himself.

Because he was so scared, and only in this way could he not break the nerves that had been tense.

Only when he dreamed back in the middle of the night, the endless despair and pain of his heart wrapped around him, almost making him breathless.

Unable to accede to the man's request, she hugged the man's head and made him cry in her arms like a child.

His occasional sobs turned into a constant whisper.

Listening to this, Wen Xien only felt that his heart was as bitter as drinking medicine, even more bitter than medicine.

But she couldn't say it anymore, because she knew that the more she talked about men, the more uncomfortable and reluctant she became.

Wen Xien is no longer willful, she is very cooperative to drink the medicine, but she still drinks half and vomits half and vomits, and the feeling of nausea makes her unable to control the desire to retch.

Maybe it's really the end of his life, Wen Xien always coughs at night, and the smell of blood in his throat can't be suppressed.

And Guo Zhenfei, who was holding her whole person, would always be woken up by her coughing, even if she tried to lower her voice as much as possible, the man would still be awakened.

The gentle coughing sound was like a lifechain, and he trembled with fright.

After that, he would gently pat Wen Xi'en on the back and coax her to sleep.

Every night, her heart was like being gnawed by countless ants, and she couldn't sleep at all, but she didn't dare to move, because she knew that as long as she moved a little, she would wake up the man.

So Wen Xien will adjust his breathing steadily, and close his eyes as if he was asleep.

(End of chapter)