Luo Yi came back by herself in the middle of the night, but she didn't expect that when she came back, the lights would still be bright.

Ji Yuan was sitting in a wheelchair with a book on his lap, leisurely and contented.

And Luo Yi at this moment is in stark contrast to him.

Ji Yuan seemed surprised to see her so embarrassed, but she didn't ask anything, just her tone was as gentle as usual.

"Go back to your room and clean up and get some rest."

Luo Yi looked at him, his beautiful eyes seemed to be glowing with moisture, and it seemed like there was nothing.

He didn't say anything, just stared at the man tightly.

There is an indescribable meaning in that look.

Ji Yuan's lip line slowly closed, and the fingers that seemed to be randomly placed on the wheelchair actually pulled out blood.

In the end, Luo Yi still didn't say anything, her eyelashes hung down like a butterfly, and her bright lips seemed to have been bitten repeatedly.

"I'll go back to my room first."

Compared with the enthusiasm and sliminess before, it is indeed a lot colder.

Is it because of fear or what?

Ji Yuan raised his head and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, the tip of his tongue tingling.

The man had made his way up the stairs, and had returned to his usual death-like silence.

Ji Yuan closed his eyes expressionlessly.

"Isn't that what you deserve?"

"Why do you pretend to be so aggrieved and pitiful?"

"Do you think I'm going to feel distressed?"

Ji Yuan glanced at the book that had not been entered word for word, and with a wave of his hand, the heavy book slammed on the floor with a bang, like a landmine.

The servant, who heard the movement, stepped forward in fright.

He hung his long eyelashes, and his fair and elegant face was still so gentle, "If you accidentally knocked it down, throw it away." ”

Where did the servant dare to ask why the book had just fallen to the ground, and quietly held his breath and did as the man said.

As soon as Luo Yi returned to the room, he took a hot bath and washed himself cleanly, and his fragrant mood was a little more wonderful.

He pulled out the medical kit and wiped the wounds on his wrists and ankles.

This skin is too delicate, just like white tofu, pinching a mark.

To put it bluntly, it is born to be a delicate life.

Luo Yi is not as interested in Ji Yuan as he was before.

The reason is simple, it brings back not too good memories for her.

Sure enough, the more beautiful the person's heart, the more ruthless.

But the more this is the case, the more Luo Yi wants to see Ji Yuan crazy for her, surrender to her, and obsessed with her, people are inferior roots, and they are very bad.

Luo Yi is even worse to the bone.

I don't know if it was because of the excessive fright, Luo Yi had a fever.

It was very serious, it took four or five days to get better.

This is actually normal, I'm afraid Luo Yi is also the first time to encounter this kind of thing, she is too well protected, and she has never been exposed to the ugliness of this society.

Luo Yi didn't want to see anyone, no one wanted to see anyone, and he didn't even want to take medicine, he was bitter.

Ji Yuan, who has never had a shadow, still symbolically persuaded him.

There was a medicinal smell in the room, mixed with a kind of incense, so strong that it almost overflowed.

It emanates from the person in the bed.

Ji Yuan came to the bedside, holding the medicine in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes, as if he was very worried, "If you are sick, take care of your illness, don't be willful." ”

Luo Yi's face was very pale, even the color of her lips, which had always been gorgeous, was much lighter, still like a glowing crystal, she didn't look at him, lowered her head and replied: "I am not willful, and now I am not uncomfortable." ”

After saying that, he just lay down and took the back of his head to him.

There was a piercing "bang" sound from behind her, she subconsciously turned her head to look, the thick smell of medicine dispersed, and the back of Ji Yuan's hand burned red.

He casually pulled out a few pieces of paper, wiped his hands and the medicinal juice on his clothes, his eyes were raised, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes, "My hand is not steady, I will ask the servant to bring another cup." ”

Luo Yi knew that Ji Yuan deliberately ignored him.

Because of this willfulness, the fire that was about to retreat has added fuel to the fire.

Luo Yi has a big temper and refuses to take medicine no matter what.

The maid really had no choice but to go to Ji Yuan.

Why come to him without taking medicine?

Forget it if you burn it.

Authentic.

Ji Yuan came to the familiar room again, and the person on the bed looked even weaker.

There was no one else in the room, and the servants retreated with a smile.

Ji Yuan didn't have any expression on his face, and scooped a small half spoon with a spoon and sent it to her mouth, not very gentle: "Drink medicine." ”

She didn't have any consciousness, her whole body was hot as if she was on fire again, her face was very red, and the breath she exhaled was heavy and fragrant.

The medicine could not be fed at all without realizing it, and the liquid trickled down from the corners of his lips and stained his clothes.

Ji Yuan took two pillows as backrests, scooped her against them with one hand, pinched her mouth open, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

She cried and didn't want to drink, but Ji Yuan ruthlessly forced her to drink, and she couldn't vomit if she wanted to.

I don't know if it's because it's too bitter, or because of other reasons, that rich and bewitching face is completely lacking in the arrogance it used to be, the eyelashes are wet and sticky together, the eyeballs are rolling down from the corners of the eyes, and the tears are hot.

Ji Yuan's breathing was disordered, his hands increased in vain, and his soft cheeks were pinched and deformed.

After feeding the medicine, he reached out to wipe the medicine stains on the corner of Luo Yi's mouth, lowered his head and licked it.

It's bitter.

No wonder I cried bitterly.

Because of illness, Luo Yi lay at home for several days, not only did he gain weight, but he also lost a little weight.

Because she was quiet, the whole villa seemed to be much quieter.

Since then, Ji Yuan has never been here, and he doesn't even want to pretend anymore.

And people who never appear during the day secretly appear at night.

He controlled the wheelchair himself and came in generously, Luo Yi slept very little, and he couldn't hear any movement.

He stopped beside the bed and stared silently at the sleeping man on the bed.

I don't know how long, Ji Yuan rubbed his stiff finger joints, his eyes fell to a point, and that hand, as if he had his own consciousness, held the foot that stretched out from the quilt and hung softly on the edge of the bed, and rubbed it inch by inch.

It's like measuring, it's like playing.

The delicate touch is like white jade.

Perhaps his fingers were too cold, and his delicate ankles trembled unconsciously.

It was also because of this moment that Ji Yuanqing's prominent big hand unconsciously increased the force and tightened it.

This really hurts her, and she can't help but break free even in her sleep.

Ji Yuan's expression was blurred, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

He listened to the simple sound of breathing, a little fascinated, and after reacting, he was already lying on the bed, covered with a quilt full of fragrance, and every breath was the crazy aroma that penetrated into the bones.