Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

Xu Bai: [Hahahaha, look at his ears, they're red! ]

Marshal Feng had no idea that his expression had become a joke at this moment. Xu Bai was still repeating to Liu Er, [Screenshot! Remember to take a screenshot. This will be one of my achievements in the future! ]

Why suddenly——

Feng Yanzhang tried hard to keep a calm face, but his hand was touched by a hand wrapped in gauze. "What's wrong? Is there something I did that makes you dissatisfied?"

"Marshal..." Without getting a response from Feng Yanzhang, the actor began to feel uneasy. He pursed his lips, breathing rapidly, and regardless of the injuries on his body, he wanted to stick closer to him, "Marshal..."

Xu Bai's uneasiness was too obvious, as if he would be completely broken if Feng Yanzhang didn't respond to him.

Before he could even react, Marshal Feng had already hugged him and held his increasingly thin body in his arms.

The two people were actually very compatible, solid and flexible, strong and slender. Feng Yanzhang lowered his head and stared into the actor's eyes. This was the first time he analyzed another person's emotions so seriously. After taking over the army, he began to become a real, cold-blooded siege machine.

The actor's eyes were dark and moist, with an eager dependence beneath the thin layer of water light.

Could a serious illness really change a person's personality? Feng Yanzhang didn't want to think about it, and his lips were about to touch his trembling eyelids.

"Chicken noodle soup——"

Fan Jie closed his eyes, stood at attention and turned his head, pretending that he saw nothing, while cursing his bad luck: Why do I always see things that I shouldn’t see?

"Come here!" Feng Yanzhang protected Xu Bai, his jawline tense from gritting his teeth, "Put it down and get out!"

"Hey!" Fan Jie put the bowl on the table and rolled away quickly.

"Eat something." Marshal Feng was used to being serious. Even if he softened his voice, it was still intimidating. He held the chicken noodle soup in his hand and picked it up with chopsticks. He only stated the facts when he spoke, "I've lost a lot of weight again."

The piece of noodles that Feng Yanzhang picked up with his chopsticks was enough for others to eat three mouthfuls. Xu Bai nestled in his arms and ate obediently.

He ate whatever Marshal Feng picked up, and his eyes were always staring at Feng Yanzhang with admiration.

The atmosphere was so good that Feng Yanzhang had completely forgotten the doctor's advice. "You should be careful to eat small and frequent meals when you first wake up, otherwise it will easily trigger other symptoms. After all, the body is connected, and I am afraid that it will cause heart problems somewhere else."

Alas, Xu Bai shook his head in his heart. No wonder Feng Yanzhang’s room was bare and empty. With the way he lived, even a cactus would not be willing to suffer with him.

Take medicine after eating noodles.

The pills prescribed by the foreigner were very bitter without the sugar coating. Xu Bai choked and instinctively twisted his body to avoid it, but was grabbed by his pointed chin from behind.

!

The logic that was barely holding up was shaky, and Xu Bai began to tremble again. He was pulled back to the most terrifying day. He opened his mouth and the brown medicine flowed down his lips.

"Marshal..." The actor desperately turned his head, and in a twisted posture, he turned his pale cheeks and upper body towards Feng Yanzhang, "I like you, I... I like you."

Yes, if you like Feng Yanzhang, if you like him, Xiaochun will still be alive, Xiaochun must still be alive.

"I like you..." His lips moved closer for a kiss. Even if Feng Yanzhang was a fool, he could tell that he was in a bad mood. His dry lips were touched by Xu Bai, and the medicine seeped in a little from the gap between his lips. It was so bitter that it made the root of his tongue numb.

"Yun Sheng?"

Feng Yanzhang frowned, showing his worry, but the actor thought he was angry, and simply used his clumsy hands to tear off his silk pajamas. He pushed his body upwards, and his shoulders were exposed from the smooth fabric. Then he pulled up his pajamas.

"what are you doing?"

"...You don't like it?" Xu Bai still maintained that somewhat funny and awkward posture, mumbling, "...How could I not like it? Don't you like being with me..."

He didn't know how pitiful he looked. The dark brown medicine on his chin had dried, his lips were trembling, tears were about to fall from his long eyelashes, and his pale face had a dazed expression, as if he was a young animal that didn't realize its situation yet, trying to use coquetry and licking to get the hunter to put down the knife pointed at him.

Feng Yanzhang held the actor's hand.

"Yun Sheng!"

"..."Xu Bai stopped and stared at him blankly, his chest heaving, and soon he was breathing rapidly as if he was out of breath.

Feng Yanzhang was upset, but despite his good impression of her, he knew he couldn't force her, so he reached out and stroked his back, "You don't have to do this." He organized his words, "If you don't like it--"

"...I like it!" Before Feng Yanzhang could finish his words, Xu Bai quickly ripped off his clothes again, revealing more skin this time. He put his clumsy hands on Feng Yanzhang's collar and acted humble, "I like...I like it..."

lie.

The sadness in his eyes had clearly broken through his disguise of gentleness. Feng Yanzhang's words frightened him, but he could do nothing. He had always been helpless and could not even control his own destiny.

Marshal Feng grabbed the loose collar and stuffed Xu Bai into the quilt. He then got in as well and put his arm around the actor's waist, letting the two of them lie face to face, "Sleep!"

Sleep was restless.

Xu Bai was moving around, and Feng Yanzhang didn't know what he was doing. He slapped his butt with a "snap" sound, "Don't move!"

"Hmm!" After a short snort, the man finally quieted down.

Feng Yanzhang was very tired after being tormented by the actor twice. Now he held the actor in his arms and soon fell asleep.

Xu Bai: [Falling asleep?]

Liu'er had a feeling that he was going to come up with some bad ideas, so he didn't say anything and just waited for him to call him.

[How can I sleep!] Xu Bai snorted, [Liu'er, good Liu'er, help me wake him up! I refuse to get away with it, and I want to sleep peacefully without even increasing my favorability!]

Feng Yanzhang was about to sink into darkness when he suddenly felt a severe pain in his head and woke up abruptly. Before he opened his eyes, he heard extremely suppressed sobbing.

There was only a little bit, as if he couldn't suppress the sound even after biting his lips hard and covering his mouth with the heel of his palm.

Marshal Feng listened carefully again, then opened his eyes and saw the actor covering his mouth and closing his eyes under the small lamp, his brows were pitifully furrowed, and shiny cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.

The brave general was made uncomfortable by the sobbing and asked patiently, "What's wrong?"

Moving his face closer, Xu Bai clearly saw the impatience in Feng Yanzhang's eyes: Alas, Marshal Feng is cruel to you, and even now he is not your true lover.

Xu Bai was not very happy. Relying on the fact that he was a patient, he had a ready-made way to vent his dissatisfaction.

The actor didn't say anything. Although they were both in the same quilt, Xu Bai had subconsciously moved away from him, leaving a big gap between them that allowed wind to blow in.

Reaching out to touch, Xu Bai's body was cold again, not like a living person, but like a piece of jade. This temperature also completely woke Feng Yanzhang up. He wanted to hold him in his arms and comfort him, but as soon as his hand touched Xu Bai's body, the actor's almond eyes looked at him with tears.

"vomit!"

Vomited.

It was very accurate. Half of the shredded chicken noodles and the medicine juice that he had just eaten were sprinkled on the quilt, and the other half was sprayed all over Feng Dashuai. Then, before Feng Yanzhang could react, he rolled his eyes and fell down, his arms hanging down from the bed, swinging limply.

The vomit doesn't taste good.

Liu'er looked at Feng Yanzhang's face, which was alternating between red and white, and was very colorful, and laughed twice in a not very kind manner.