Hey, you are reborn too?

Xie Yongwei tilted her head to look. The man was wearing a mask that covered most of his face. His eyes were cold and his lips were slightly pursed, with no blood in his eyes.

The man's chin line extended all the way and merged into the black brocade crane pattern and gold brocade stand-up collar, which was almost flawless.

Xie Yongwei swallowed lightly and said, "I... came to find someone."

She wanted to tease that person on purpose, so she changed her voice on purpose.

Unexpectedly, the man's lips curled slightly, and he leaned towards her. He leaned his forearm against the wall, and stared at her with hawk-like eyes: "Ah, Wei."

Xie Yongwei blinked: "How did you recognize me?"

The man raised the corners of his lips slightly, and pinched Xie Yongwei's chin with one hand, with a cold look in his eyes: "You have learned bad things."

Xie Yongwei's chin was pressed by him. She didn't want to feel any pain, so she could only follow his force and lower her head slightly: "No, I did this to avoid attracting attention."

The finger that was pinching her chin suddenly loosened: "That's true."

Xie Yongwei took the opportunity to point to the front door of the house and said, "It's so hot, let's go inside and talk."

She regained consciousness. Since Jiang Mian had been able to disguise himself as Lord Longyin for so long without being noticed, he could naturally see through her trick.

Xie Yongwei shrugged her shoulders, not feeling very disappointed, just feeling that it didn't matter.

Anyway, this is not her forte, so let her be discovered.

Jiang Mian obviously didn't "obey". He leaned down even lower and got closer to Xie Yongwei: "You don't need to pretend in my territory."

Xie Yongwei raised her eyes to look at him: "Isn't this the territory of the Tianhong Sect? You seem to be just a young master now."

As soon as she finished speaking, a pale finger was pressed against her lips.

"Heh," Jiang Mian looked at her intently without blocking her, "Awei, you can come to this place anytime from now on. Everyone inside is trustworthy."

Finally, he added: "He is mine."

"Oh." Xie Yongwei responded.

Jiang Mian frowned: "You...are you so cold and indifferent?"

Xie Yongwei: “Ah?”

Feeling a surge of palpitations, Jiang Mian leaned his elbow against the wall and pressed his other hand against the wall.

He stared at Xie Yongwei closely, his voice trembling a little: "You... don't care about me?"

Xie Yongwei was even more confused: "Huh?"

Before she could say anything, she saw the person in front of her covering his lips with one hand, coughing violently, and his body bent over.

Xie Yongwei's eyes flashed and she reached out to stroke his back.

The man finally stopped coughing, bent over, covered his lips with a black handkerchief, and was breathing slightly.

Xie Yongwei patted his shoulder gently: "What's wrong?"

The man did not answer, but looked at her with red eyes: "You..."

He just opened his mouth and coughed violently again: "Cough cough cough..."

"Okay, okay," Xie Yongwei calmed him down again, "What did you want to say? That I don't care about you?"

Jiang Mian's breathing had been gradually returning to normal, but after hearing this, it became even heavier.

His light-colored eyes were like the abyss, mixed with something that Xie Yongwei could not understand.

After a long silence, he slowly nodded, agreeing with what Xie Yongwei said.

Xie Yongwei breathed a sigh of relief: "How could that be? If I really didn't care, then who are you seeing now?

"Who is it that in the middle of the day, instead of staying inside to rest, accompanies you outside in the sun, and even pats you on the back?"

Jiang Mian'er turned her head slightly to look at her, her amber eyes seemed to be brewing brilliance.

Those eyes looked at her quietly, their gaze seemed steady and calm, and yet it was as if beneath the calm sea surface, the waves were surging, one after another, almost swallowing up Xie Yongwei whole.

Xie Yongwei stared at those eyes for a long time, then she touched the head of the person in front of her.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my hand touched the man's hair, he moved slightly and almost shook it off.

"What's wrong?" Noticing Jiang Mian's pale and slightly cyanotic lips, Xie Yongwei raised her hand to hold Jiang Mian's pulse. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Mian narrowed his eyes, his breathing became muffled, he did not answer, but his breathing became heavier.

He put down his other hand that was originally against the wall and pressed it against his chest. The lower half of his face was pale, and against the black mask, he looked even paler and more fragile.

The pulse was weak, Xie Yongwei realized something was wrong and took out the silver needle.

After a simple disinfection, she inserted the needles one by one accurately into the corresponding acupuncture points.

"Well……"

The man's brows were covered by the mask, and Xie Yongwei couldn't see whether he was frowning.

But from hearing his low moans from time to time, you could tell that he was feeling uncomfortable at the moment.

"How does it feel?" Xie Yongwei dropped a needle, pinched one end with her fingers, and slowly rotated it, "Tell me if it hurts."

As soon as the words fell, the man looked at her with misty eyes: "It hurts..."

Xie Yongwei gritted her teeth. This acupoint has excellent therapeutic effects and she cannot give up easily because of the pain.

She reached out and touched the top of the man's head: "Let's bear it for a while, okay? This acupuncture point is very important. You don't want to be so uncomfortable all the time, right?

"It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one. How about this, if you really feel a lot of pain, tell me again, okay?"

As she spoke later, Xie Yongwei's tone became softer, like the warm winter sun, warming those sparkling eyes.

"it is good."

He finally responded in a low voice.

Xie Yongwei was concentrating on acupuncture. She noticed that the man was having difficulty breathing, so she discussed with him: "Is it inconvenient to wear a mask?

"How about we not wear them anymore, ok?"

Jiang Mian forced himself to open his eyes, his temples were already wet with cold sweat. He felt that Awei in front of him seemed to be saying something to him.