After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

The words spoken in confusion made Xie Nanxing taste the sweetness and sourness in his heavy heart.

Holding Shen Jinmo's hand and walking out of the palace, Xie Nanxing quietly made a decision under the scorching sun.

He wanted to accompany Shen Jinmo in this vortex of power and have an unspeakable love affair.

Carry everyone on your back.

But Xie Nanxing felt that he still had to ask Shen Jinmo's opinion on this matter: "You are responsible for pulling my hand..."

"I will be responsible."

Sure enough, Shen Jinmo thought the same as he did.

The carriage was right in front of him. Shen Jinmo picked up Xie Nanxing by the waist. His arms were steady and strong, and he put Xie Nanxing on the soft chair with the same movements as before.

Grabbing Shen Jinmo's collar with one hand, Xie Nanxing pressed on: "Then how will you be responsible?"

"I will protect you and keep you alive."

People speak the truth when they are drunk, and they don’t talk nonsense when they are sick.

To Xie Nanxing, this sentence of "protecting you" is much more sincere than loving you.

The carriage moved forward slowly. Shen Jinmo leaned against the window, floating up and down, and did not forget to touch his forehead with Xie Nanxing's hand.

piping hot.

Hotter than before.

And it's getting hotter.

How can a normal person have a fever that is so hot that it burns your hand?

His voice was filled with tears, and besides the back of his hand, Xie Nanxing's eyes were also burning red: "A Ping, hurry up with the carriage. When we get back home, go get Doctor Cheng right away."

"I obey your command." Mo Ping immediately drove the carriage as hard as he could, fearing that if he drove a little slower, Xie Nanxing would cry.

With a sharp turn, Shen Jinmo's head, which was leaning against the car window, fell towards Xie Nanxing. The head pressing on Xie Nanxing's shoulder took up half of Shen Jinmo's body weight, which was very heavy.

In less than half a cup of tea, Xie Nanxing's breathing became slightly panting and sweat began to spread on his back.

Even though he couldn't bear Shen Jinmo's weight, Xie Nanxing didn't push Shen Jinmo away.

Because Shen Jinmo really needs him now.

When a person's sadness reaches a certain limit, the body will start to protect itself, and even the strongest person will get sick.

Some people can survive this disease, but some people will be trapped by it forever.

Xie Nanxing will help Shen Jinmo get through this sudden illness.

A hoarse and deep voice sounded beside Xie Nanxing's ears: "Xie Nanxing, am I very heavy?"

"Yeah, it's a bit heavy."

Xie Nanxing will try hard to get used to this weight. He will not let Shen Jinmo become thin just to be able to bear it.

"Xie Nanxing, I know you are tired because your breathing has become heavy again."

Shen Jinmo raised his head a little bit, reluctant to leave.

He couldn't hurt Xie Nanxing. If he hurt Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo would really be left without a home.

It feels so warm to have someone waiting for you at home. Shen Jinmo doesn't want to go back to the loneliness of being alone forever as he did in the past ten years.

The carriage stopped at the back door, and Shen Jinmo's dim eyes suddenly became clear.

If it weren't for the unnatural redness on his cheeks, there would be no sign of illness at all.

He picked up Xie Nanxing by the waist again, walked down the carriage steadily, and lifted Xie Nanxing up twice.

"Xie Nanxing, I won't throw you down even if I'm sick."

The person who was shaken was frightened for a moment, and hurriedly wrapped his arms around Shen Jinmo's neck. Only after they had walked a long way did Xie Nanxing secretly loosen his arms.

They are secretly dating and don't want anyone to find out.

Back in the warm room, Shen Jinmo took off his shoes, socks and coat and lay down on the bed.

Xie Nanxing couldn't hold him, so Shen Jinmo couldn't cause any trouble for Xie Nanxing.

No one likes a troublemaker all the time.

His eyes turned bloodshot due to the high fever. Shen Jinmo grasped Xie Nanxing's hand in his palm and tried to open his eyes wide to look at Xie Nanxing's fluttering eyelashes.

Like two fluttering butterflies, so beautiful.

"Xie Nanxing, I don't mean to take advantage of you."

Looking down, Xie Nanxing asked quietly: "What are you doing?"

"Your hands feel nice in my hand, I like to touch them."

"???"

"Forget it. I don't bother with patients."

Love is like this. When you fall in love, you naturally can't help touching here and there.

Xie Nanxing has read so many storybooks, he understands them all.

The body temperature was still rising. If Xie Nanxing allowed Shen Jinmo to continue to burn like this, he was afraid that his brain would be burned out.

"Close your eyes and take a good rest now. I'll help you lower your fever first, okay?"

He didn't let go, but held it tighter: "When I wake up, will you still be here?"

"Yes, I will stay by your bed when you wake up." He pointed three fingers upward and swore to the sky, "If I lie to you, I'm a puppy."

"Okay." Two small brackets appeared on Shen Jinmo's cold face. Under Xie Nanxing's doting gaze, Shen Jinmo slowly closed his eyes and let the pain take over all his senses.

Xie Nanxing slowly pulled his hand out and began to make various arrangements in a low voice.

"Someone, bring two sets of clean underwear for the prince."

"Get a bucket of water to wash the prince's body."

"Bring two more jugs of strong liquor."

Soon, Shen Jinmo's underwear was completely soaked with sweat, and Mo Ping and Xiao Gao hurriedly took off Shen Jinmo's clothes.

Xie Nanxing took the ice cube wrapped in cotton cloth from the servant and placed it on Shen Jinmo's forehead, teaching the servant how to use the ice to cool down.

When the servant became proficient in the technique, Xie Nanxing immediately used a towel dipped in strong liquor to wipe Shen Jinmo's body over and over again, and the entire Xiangzhu Courtyard was filled with the smell of alcohol.

When Cheng Yangqiu rushed into the main courtyard in a hurry, Shen Jinmo, who was lying on the bed, was still emitting surging heat. People in the room were coming in and out, and their faces were all filled with anxiety.

Seeing Cheng Yangqiu coming, Xie Nanxing wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and gave the seat next to Shen Jinmo to Cheng Yangqiu.

Xie Nanxing took Xiao Gao's folding fan and fanned Cheng Yangqiu. She was afraid that the heat and palpitations would affect Cheng Yangqiu's judgment. "How is it?"

His brows knitted together, but he slowly revealed a hint of relief: "I am too tired and my liver qi is stagnant. This disease is really dangerous."

"Thank goodness you handled it properly. If you weren't careful, the prince would have gone crazy."

After finally letting out the breath he had been holding, Xie Nanxing asked again, "What should we do now?"

"It wouldn't be a bad idea to take this opportunity to have a good rest. Your method of cooling down is quite good. We can use it in the next few days."

Cheng Yangqiu took his hand back from taking the pulse and began to instruct: "The prince will probably be awake and asleep for several days. When it's time for meals, feed him some soup or water. There's no need to wake him up by force."

Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine. Shen Jinmo has to rely on his own strength to recover from his illness. These medicines are just auxiliary.

"Yeah." Xie Nanxing was still worried and rolled up Shen Jinmo's trouser legs again: "Doctor Cheng, can you take another look at his knees?"