Holding Song Qing's hand, Zhao Cheng was silent for a long time, and finally lowered his head and lightly imprinted a kiss on Song Qing's hand and closed his eyes.

"I like it."

Like.

His voice was low, as if he were talking to himself, as if he were answering the unanswered words. He was very serious and serious, but Song Qing, who was in a coma, would not hear it......

……

When Song Qing woke up, it was already afternoon. At this time, the pale golden sunlight shone into the room through the open window, and the cold furnishings were low-key and luxurious.

A gentle breeze blows.

In the spacious room, the curtain in front of the round carved bed swayed slightly, and a slender figure in black clothes leaning on the side of the bed could be seen faintly.

Slowly opened his eyes, his vision was slightly dim, and Song Qing, who had just woken up, was still a little unconscious, and subconsciously moved his hand and found that his hand was being held in his hand.

Song was stunned for a moment and turned his head slightly, and the man in black clothes and black hair was sitting diagonally next to her pillow. The breeze gently blew the curtains, and the setting sun fell on his face, intentionally or unintentionally.

It's still that face, but his face looks very bad at this time, and not only that, but the stubble is popping up. When Song Qing had ever seen him like this, he was a little distracted for a while.

The cushion under his body was very soft, Song moved his body lightly, and wanted to get up but found that he was completely weak, and he felt pain all over his body after just moving slightly, especially the arrow wound.

Feeling that there was movement around him, Zhao Cheng, who closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes in an instant.

Looking at each other, Zhao Cheng's hand unconsciously clenched her hand.

He tried to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything. Before that, he felt that he was in the ice and snow, very cold, and it was not until he saw her open her eyes that Zhao Cheng felt that the cold on his body had dissipated a little.

It's finally all right.

Seeing his worry, Song Qing opened his mouth first, "I feel that you are still so handsome when you wake up from sleep." ”

Zhao Cheng didn't speak, his gaze fell on her pale face.

Seeing him looking at himself so quietly, Song smiled lightly.

"Why don't you speak."

"It's good to wake up."

He finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

"I think I felt like I was being shot, so how long was I in a coma? I don't feel like I have any strength in my body. ”

After hearing this, Zhao Cheng replied in a low voice: "Two days." ”

Song Qing was slightly stunned, and couldn't help muttering to himself, "So long?" ”

She felt like she had fallen down, and she just fell asleep, but she didn't expect it to be two days. Withdrawing his hand, Song propped himself up and wanted to get up.

Someone is holding down on the shoulder.

"Don't move."

"I want to drink water."

"I'll come."

Standing up, Zhao Cheng walked to the table, poured Song a glass of water, and returned to the bed to sit down.

Glancing at the petite figure who was leaning sideways on the pillow and looking at him at this time, Zhao Cheng reached out to help the person up, and let the person lean on his arms very lightly to drink water.

After drinking a glass of water, Song Qing felt that his whole person was in a lot of energy, no wonder it was said that water was the source of life, it was true.

"But I still want to."

Song shook his head lightly.

Seeing that she didn't want it, Zhao Cheng waved his hand casually, and the teacup in his hand accurately fell on the table not far from the opposite side, and he didn't make a sound.

Leaning on his arms, Song Qing couldn't help but rub it, and when he saw her close to Zhao Cheng, he reached out and touched her hair.

"You've got an arrow, you've got poison on it, you know that if it's at night, you'll never wake up."

Song Qing was also a little scared after hearing this, she almost hung up, but if she did it all over again, she should still be like this.

"I didn't have time to think about it when I saw that you were in danger, and there was only one thought in my mind, and that was not to let you get hurt. It hurts a lot, and I might die, but if I had to do it all over again, I'm sure I'll do it again. ”

Song Qing's voice fell, and Zhao Cheng scolded in a low voice.

"Shut up."

"There is no next time."

Zhao Cheng pinched Song Qing's chin with his fingers and looked down at her, "Listen, no matter when, I don't need you to save me, let alone you stand in front of me." ”

Seeing her stunned looking at herself, Zhao Cheng thought that her tone was too cold and hard, and her face stiffened for a moment before she eased up.

Song looked down on him like this, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm not fine."

Seeing her smile, Zhao Cheng didn't speak.

It's not funny at all.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Qing snorted twice in his arms when he heard it.

"It hurts, it hurts."

She really didn't lie about this, she has no strength in her body now, and she feels like she is pulling the wound and hurting when she speaks.

Song Qing leaned into his arms, saw that he was quiet and didn't speak, looked up at him, and added in a low voice, "However, it doesn't hurt to be held by you." ”

“……”

Zhao Cheng reached out and touched her hair draped behind him, he quietly hugged her body, and after a while, he helped her waist and let her lie back again, and reached out to cover her with a blanket.

After Song Qing woke up, Xu Zhao came over to show Song Qing the injury as soon as possible. After seeing Song Qing who woke up, Xu Zhao smiled and nodded.

"I finally woke up, if Miss Song didn't wake up, I would be burned to death by the eyes of the third master."

"Next, drink medicine for three days to regulate your body."

Song tilted his head lightly and glanced at Xu Zhao, who was standing beside the bed, and spoke in a low voice.

"Thanks, sorry for the trouble."

"It should be, it should be, how can it be troublesome, I'll have someone bring the medicine over and remember to drink it, and remember to eat something before drinking the medicine."

After explaining a few words, Xu Zhao left, he was very discerning, obviously he was not needed here.

After Xu Zhao left, Song Qing rested for a while, and not long after, he saw her maid Lin Qing walking into the room with a tray.

At a glance, she saw that Song Qing, who had woken up, suddenly had red eyes, and happily put the tray on the table and approached the bed. However, because Zhao Cheng was still sitting next to the bed, she didn't dare to walk in, so she kept a certain distance.

"Miss."

just shouted, and Lin Qing's eyes couldn't help but fall.

Miss, finally woke up.

Although she hasn't been with Miss for a long time, Miss is really good to her. Thinking of the basins of blood and water, she still has cold hands and feet, and she wishes that it was herself lying there.

"Miss, it's good if you're awake, are you hungry?"

Song nodded lightly, it may have been lying down for two days, and now he feels like eating when he smells the faint fragrance. Now her mouth is very bitter, and it is good to drink some porridge.

Without waiting for Lin Qing to help Song Qing, Zhao Cheng, who was sitting beside her, had already stretched out his hand to scoop the person up, and reached out to pull the futon and let her lean on it.

"Porridge for me."

"Yes."

Lin Qing handed the porridge on the table to Zhao Cheng and stood aside respectfully. Seeing that Zhao Cheng was planning to feed himself, Song Qing's pale face couldn't help but be dyed red.

She held out her hand.

"I'll do it myself."

Zhao Cheng glanced at her and whispered.

"Sit down." As she spoke, a spoonful of porridge had been fed to her mouth.

Song opened his mouth lightly and ate it.

It has a very sweet taste, Song Qing's eyes lit up the moment he took a bite, and the bitter feeling in his mouth disappeared in an instant after eating this mouthful of porridge.

(End of chapter)