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The sound of the spell hitting the door lock was neither loud nor soft.

Having set up a soundproofing spell around him in advance, Wenxiu Lord couldn't wait to disperse the smoke and dust, so he opened the door and walked in quickly.

"Lucius!"

The platinum young man, who had fallen to the ground several times and failed to get up, froze when he heard the voice.

The bloodless face became even paler.

The dizzy feeling of incompatibility between soul and body could no longer be controlled.

Stomach acid refluxes into the esophagus, causing a burning and corrosive pain in the throat.

Lucius was tortured by pain, and being seen in such an embarrassing state by his beloved made his pain doubled.

Lucius tilted his head and eventually vomited blood.

This scene frightened Wenxiu Lord.

I had just closed the door and set up the spell around me when I turned around and saw my friend not only in such a miserable state, but also spitting out blood.

My heartbeat skipped a beat.

He immediately rushed to Lucius' side.

Kneeling on the ground, Wenxiu Lord didn't care that his body was stained with Lucius' blood.

Carefully lifting Lucius' head to prevent him from choking on his own blood, Wenxiu Lord raised his wand and cast a dozen health monitoring spells.

The result is body and soul, neither of which is good.

Wenxiu Lord looked down at Lucius who was resting his head on his thighs helplessly, and his voice was tinged with tears.

"Lucius, I brought the potion. Wake up and drink it first, okay?"

Lucius felt as if he was floating in the air.

In a trance, he heard Wenxiu Lord calling his name, anxiously and helplessly. Lucius' heart tightened and he fell down instantly.

The tightly closed cold grey eyes barely opened a crack.

Looking at the big tears dripping in his sight, Lucius choked and coughed a few times and swallowed the blood in his mouth.

Love is great and can give people strength beyond their own limits.

Enduring the pain and feeling of separation in his soul and body, Lucius raised his fingertips and lightly wiped away the moisture at the corners of Wenxiu Lord's eyes.

"Wen Xiu, don't cry, I'm fine, can you help me to the bed first?"

Seeing the silver-haired boy crying like rain, Lucius calmed down instead, and no longer remembered his previous arrogance and timidity.

I felt a little happy in my heart.

Wenxiu Lord didn't care whether he was elegant or not.

There was only worry in the boy's eyes.

He was at a loss as to what to do because of Lucius.

At this moment, his tears fell only for the platinum young man.

'He saw me in all my plight, and I could peel off the Malfoy shell and show my vulnerability to him.'

With this weak body, Lucius looked at Wenxiu Lord, and the emotions in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

Hearing a very soft reply, Wenxiu Lord quickly stopped crying and continuously casting healing spells.

He lifted up Lucius, stacked two pillows together, and then carefully placed him on the soft bed.

The young man leaned weakly on the pillow. Wenxiu Lord put his arms around his shoulders and let his head rest on his chest.

"Lucius," he called the platinum-haired young man's name, and with his other hand he took out bottles of potions and piled them casually on the bed.

"These are all healing potions whose effects do not conflict with each other."

Wenxiu Lord picked up a bottle of potion, pulled out the cork and put the potion into the young man's lips.

Lucius cooperated with the swallowing action. Sometimes the medicine would slide down the corners of his lips, and Wenxiu Lord would take out a handkerchief and wipe it carefully for him.

The soul and body were repaired by a large amount of potions, and Lucius could feel that his body was gradually regaining control.

He did not say anything about the situation, but just leaned quietly in Wenxiu Lord's arms and drank the medicine.

He was greedy for this hard-earned intimate touch.

After finishing all the potions, Wenxiu Lord used a vanishing spell to clean up the garbage and turned his head to look at Lucius.

Seeing that his face had turned a little redder, Wenxiu Lord's tense nerves finally relaxed.

Helping the platinum youth lie down, "Lucius, let me help you take off your coat so you can be more comfortable." Wenxiu Lord suggested.

The speaker is concerned, but the listener is not so pure.

Lucius' heart skipped a beat and he clenched his hands at his sides.

"Thank you, Wen Xiu."

The young man was dressed elegantly, and it was troublesome to unbutton his clothes.

The silver-haired boy had to bend over and look at the complicated laces and buttons, unfastening them one by one.

Apparently, he had forgotten to use the spell, and Lucius was more than happy about it.

The image of the boy leaning over him made Lucius' throat tighten.

He quickly pulled up the quilt beside him to cover his legs.

Seeing Wenxiu Lord looking up in confusion, Lucius' ears blushed without changing his expression, "Nothing, I just feel a little cold."

The voice he spoke was too hoarse.

Hearing him say this, Wenxiu Lord stood up, grabbed the quilt that was pressing on him and pulled it upwards.

Then he continued to take off Lucius's coat.

Neither of them realized how intimately inappropriate this behavior was.

Maybe he realized it.

It’s just that the person who proposed it thinks that making the patient comfortable is more important, while the person who accepted it has impure intentions.

Most of the buttons were undone, but Wenxiu Lord was so focused that he didn't notice it at all.

He lay with his upper body on Lucius, looking so seductive as he unbuttoned his clothes.

Lucius suppressed his desire, feeling that this was his punishment.

The veins on his hands that were clenching the sheets under the quilt were exposed. How much he wanted to reach out and touch the silver-haired boy's cheek.

Robbing his breath, invading his body.

While cursing the designer of the clothes in his heart, Wenxiu Lord unbuttoned his clothes and completely ignored the gaze filled with desire above his head.

The heat grew, and it wanted to devour him with its fangs and claws.

When the hot and wet palm touched the fair and soft cheek, Wenxiu Lord broke away from his concentration, and his face flushed red the moment he raised his head.

The platinum youth looked stunning at this moment.

It transcends gender distinction and can only be described as beautiful.

The pale cheeks hid a slight blush, the eyelashes that were wet into clusters trembled slightly, and the usually arrogant cold gray eyes were also watery.

The young man bit his lower lip in an indifferent manner, and the unbearable sweat slid down his jawline and disappeared into his shirt.

It should be an alluring picture, but the platinum young man now looks sickly and weak.

Looks decadent and charming.

It's like someone has completely messed it up.

It arouses pity, but also makes people want to do more excessive things.

In just a moment, Wenxiu Lord almost tore Lucius' clothes off.

Fortunately, the clothes are of good quality, otherwise I would have heard the sound of cloth tearing.

Capturing the fleeting look of surprise and fascination on the silver-haired boy's face.

Lucius raised the corners of his lips, and his smile did not contain any arrogance, but was fragile and pitiful.

"Wen Xiu, I feel so hot and uncomfortable. Is this a side effect of the potion?"

Every blink of those platinum eyelashes stirs the heart of the silver-haired boy.

After saying that, he raised his hand and ripped open the collar in front of him, revealing a large area of ​​pink skin.

Sweat was sparkling like stars, and his collarbone rose and fell with his breathing. Wenxiu Lord swallowed his saliva with a dry mouth.

The swallowing sound was not loud, but it effectively restored Wenxiu Lord's rationality, who was almost blinded by beauty.

Resisting the urge to slap himself, Wenxiu Lord walked forward worriedly and asked with concern.

"What's wrong? These potions have no side effects. Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll take you to St. Mungo's now."

Lucius shook his head, "It's fine, it's just hot."

As the young man spoke, the hot air he exhaled hit the cheek of the silver-haired boy who came closer.

The silver-haired boy's skin was also dyed pink.

He held Wenxiu Lord's arm, and his slender fingers slowly slid down, stroking all the way to the wrist.

He held it, and guided the boy's hand, which was also covered with a thin layer of sweat, to press against his chest.