After a few days of not eating, Ning Shu's spirit was obviously much better. A thin layer of blood finally appeared on her cheeks, but her lips were still dim and almost transparent. No matter how he coaxed and persuaded, Ning Shu refused to let anyone get close to her other than Xiahou Qing. She was like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off. As long as he was ten feet away from her, she would cry non-stop.
Duan Changfeng couldn't figure out the reason at the moment, so he pulled Hui Mo to study the prescription together. After all, Ning Shu was weak. After a while, she hugged Xiahou Qing's arm and fell asleep. Hong Fei and the others immediately took the opportunity to bring a basin of water to change her medicine and wipe her skin.
Xiahou Qing got up to avoid suspicion, but found that his hand was tightly held by her. As long as he moved slightly, Ning Shu showed signs of waking up.
Xiahou Qing had to let her hold his hand and turned his face to the side. For the first time, Xiahou Shizi, who had always been indifferent and strategizing, showed an embarrassed expression, "You guys, continue. Just pretend that I don't exist."
Hong Fei and the others also looked at each other awkwardly, but time was pressing and they didn't have time to think about it. They undressed her, wiped her clothes, applied medicine, and changed her clothes for fear that Ning Shu would wake up at any time.
Separated by a thin layer of gauze, she was in the gauze and he was outside the gauze. One of his fingers was slender with distinct joints, and the other was slender and soft as if boneless, tightly intertwined with each other.
In front of his eyes was still a sheet of darkness. He could not distinguish the colors of the world, the light and the shadows, but his ears could hear. He could hear the sound of her clothes being removed layer by layer through the veil that was like smoke. He could hear the sound of a cloth carefully wiping her body. He could hear the medicine bottle being opened and gently applied to her skin. After she felt a little pain, she softly moaned, like an oriole sobbing. At the same time, she gripped his hand even more tightly, as if she was asking for help.
Previously, Ning Shu's life had been hanging by a thread and she had been on the brink of death. In his desperation, he had no time to care about the etiquette between men and women. He had only one thought in his mind: I can't let her die, I want her to live!
But now, with the passage of time, the suppressed reverie was like a horse returning to the forest, unrestrained and unrestrained. Xiahou Qing's other hand on his knee clenched silently, and a layer of red color spread from the bottom to the top of his ear, but he forcibly suppressed it, so that no one noticed his loss of self-control.
When the medicine was finally applied with great difficulty, Hong Fei and the others were all sweating profusely. They hurriedly took the cold water basins and left. After they left and the door closed, Xiahou Qing let out a long sigh of relief.
He turned around and smiled bitterly. He leaned over her ear and listened to her even and obedient breathing. He whispered, "Xiao Shu, I won't go. Can you let go?"
Ning Shu, who was sleeping, seemed to have heard him. She frowned and grunted in displeasure, as if expressing her strong resistance.
What could Xiahou Qing do? Of course, there was nothing he could do. It was the first time in his life that he felt so helpless. Perhaps he owed her a lot in his previous life, so he was destined to repay her in this life. What could he do to her? He could only tolerate her, indulge her, love her, and pity her.
He leaned over and stopped in front of her forehead for a short while, but stopped halfway. His voice was low and indulgent. "Well, since you don't want to let go, you can hold on. No matter when you want to hold on to these hands, and how long you want to hold on to them, it's up to you."
Ning Shu was finally satisfied. She grabbed his hand and gently rubbed it against her cheek, and then fell asleep again.
Previously, he had been in the same room with her because she had been in a state of chaos and had lost her mind. Now that she had woken up, although she only had the mind of a child, it was still inappropriate for them to be in the same bed without any taboo. So he called Jiu Si Hui and Mo Ji to get a screen in the middle of the bed, separating the two of them. Only a gap was left under the screen, allowing the two intertwined hands to pass through.
The early summer wind was warm and intoxicating. The shadows of the trees swayed gently, and the moon was high in the sky.
For many days, Xiahou Qing, who had stretched himself to the limit with only his willpower, could finally relax. In this warm wind, with her light breathing, he slowly fell asleep.
The moonlight fell on his face. It was like jade and porcelain. It was so quiet that no one could bear to break it.
Suddenly, something approached in the dark. Five fingers clawed at his heart. He suddenly woke up and waved his sleeves like a dragon, fiercely pinching the other party's neck.
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