Between the white veil dance, two human figures loomed.

Xiao Yingche was lying on her back on the chaise longue, her sideburns were scattered, her clothes were wide open, and her eyes were foggy.

The tails of the eyes are smudged with a beautiful rouge, as if they have been ravaged by someone.

Feng Wuxi pressed against him, tugging at the placket of his clothes with both hands, ripping off his already crumbling clothes, revealing his white and textured chest.

Li Quan was dumbfounded, and was pulled away by Gu Yu in the next second, and his stammering voice was blown away by the breeze.

"Taifu, Your Highness...... Is it the other way around? ”

Inside the house, Feng Wuxi helplessly coaxed Xiao Yingche, "Brother Che, the cold in your body is too heavy, and it must be discharged." ”

Xiao Ying's white jade-like fingertips curled slightly, weakly grabbed the placket that was torn open, and pursed his lips, "Xixi, I'll come by myself." ”

Feng Wuxi raised her eyebrows: "Do you still have the strength?" ”

Xiao Yingche's eyes flashed with annoyance, and he turned his head away from looking at her.

He had a cold poison attack today, which almost caused heart disease.

Now I still have a weak body, let alone needles, and I don't even have the strength to dress.

Feng Wuxi waved his hand and closed the window with internal force.

She picked up Xiao Yingche's hairband, and the red hairband was wrapped around her white and slender fingers, outlining a beautiful picture.

Bending down, Feng Wuxi's hands passed through the back of Xiao Yingche's head and whispered in his ear, "Brother Che, close your eyes." ”

The girl's burning breath sprayed on her ears, and Xiao Ying's clear white earlobes were dyed crimson.

The butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly closed their eyes.

A silky touch came from her eyelids, and Xiao Yingche pursed her lips.

The red hairband, entangled with his inky hair, the gentle and jade-like immortal, instantly contaminated with mortal desires, became beautiful and bewitching.

Feng Wuxi's eyes gradually became dark, and her breathing gradually became short.

"Ahem......" Xiao Yingche coughed lightly, Feng Wuxi instantly came back to his senses, grabbed the thin blanket on the side and covered his waist.

"Brother Che, I'm going to give you an injection, it hurts a little, you bear with it."

Xiao Yingche was suffering from cold and illness, and his blood flow rate was slightly slower than that of ordinary people.

And his heart and lungs were damaged, and he couldn't stand the cold of ordinary silver needles.

Only the jade needles carved from warm jade, accompanied by specific stitches, can gradually force out the cold in the body.

Xiao Yingche hummed softly.

Feng Wuxi used his internal strength to protect Xiao Yingche's heart and took out the jade needle.

Her needle technique was extremely fast, light and precise, and when her sleeves flew, the eighteen jade needles had all been pierced on the acupuncture points on Xiao Yingche's chest.

Xiao Yingche's face turned pale, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and through the thin hairband, his eyelashes could be seen trembling constantly.

Feng Wuxi wiped the sweat from his forehead distressedly, and dropped a kiss on his forehead, "Brother Che, I'm sorry." ”

Xiao Yingche hooked the corners of her lips, raised a broken smile, and spit out a few syllables almost inaudibly.

"Xixi, I have never complained about you."

Feng Wuxi raised her head and blinked vigorously.

She really wanted to ask - Brother Che, do you love me?

But the throat seemed to be stalked with a foreign body, and it was swollen and painful, and I couldn't spit out this sentence anyway.

In her previous life, she was ashamed of his deep affection.

In this life, she only asks for his safety and well.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Wuxi said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Che, at the ceremony, you can tie my hair for me." ”

Xiao Yingche's breathing suddenly stagnated.

After a long moment, he nodded slowly.

Feng Wuxi's eyes were wet, and she reached out to hold his hand, and her fingers passed between his fingers.

The glow of the sky shone down through the window, casting their shadows together.

When Xiao Yingche woke up, the hairband covering her eyes was gone.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and when his eyes adjusted to the light, he slowly opened them.

Glancing around the room, the light in his eyes dimmed.

At this moment, the sound of rushing water was heard behind the screen.

In the next second, Xiao Yingche's body suddenly froze.