Frost Flower Shop Fan Lovesick Bureau

In the year before Hong Lin's arrival, Wang Qi's life had been insipid and peaceful. However, after Hong Lin's arrival, this tranquility was completely broken.

There was a panic last night, and Wang Qi didn't fall asleep until dawn. When he woke up, it was already high in the sun.

He slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look to the side, there was no one there.

He remembered that the man refused to leave last night and insisted on staying in his own room. He had no choice but to let him stay and even gave up half of the bed.

But today when I woke up, there was no one around me.

Wang Qi began to suspect that everything last night was just a ridiculous dream, everything was imagined by him, and that person never came.

Suddenly someone opened the door and entered, the person put down the things in his hands and came to the bedside.

"Are you awake?"

Hong Lin asked him with a smile.

"Ah."

Wang Qi sat up and looked at him, hesitating to speak.

"what happened?"

Wang Qi lowered his eyes, "It's nothing."

"Then get up quickly, breakfast is ready."

Hong Lin got up and wrung a hot towel, then went back to the bed to wipe Wang Qi's face.

Wang Qi reached out to take the towel, but Hong Lin avoided it.

"You have a wound on your hand, I'll be fine."

"..."

After taking care of Wang Qi, washing and changing clothes, Hong Lin took him to the outside room to feed him.

That's right, "Hello"!

Hong Lin scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge from the bowl, cooled it slightly, and brought it to Wang Qi's lips, his movements were delicate and gentle, with a smile on his face.

Wang Qi tilted his head helplessly, "Hong Lin, I only hurt my right hand, but I'm not disabled, and my left hand can still be used."

The implication is that he doesn't have to be so 'thoughtful'.

"Ok, I know."

Hong Lin had a gentle smile on his lips, but he refused to take back the hand that was placed on Wang Qi's lips, as if he would continue like this if he didn't eat.

"Just this spoonful, and I'll do the rest myself."

In the end, Wang Qi was afraid that his hands would be sore, so he had no choice but to compromise.

Watching him lower his head slightly and open his lips to swallow the spoonful of porridge, the corners of Hong Lin's lips raised even more.

"Be careful of the heat."

Hong Lin returned his hand, placed the spoon in the direction of Wang Qi's left hand, then put the porridge bowl to his left hand, and instructed him carefully.

Wang Qi was obviously unaccustomed to him suddenly becoming so gentle and meticulous, unwilling to talk to him, and bowed his head to drink porridge.

Today's porridge is shredded chicken porridge made by Hong Lin himself. The rice grains are white and soft, and the chicken is tender and smooth, dotted with green onions. It tastes delicious. Wang Qi finished a bowl of porridge without realizing it.

"what about the taste?"

Hong Lin asked him expectantly.

"good."

"Then have another bowl!"

"it is good."

Hong Lin smiled happily, and served him another bowl of porridge.

You like to be better. Looking at Wang Qi who was drinking porridge with his head bowed, Hong Lin smiled more gently, and his slightly cold eyebrows softened accordingly.

Last night, Li Shang instructed Wang Qi to eat a light diet in order to heal his wound well.He got up early and borrowed the kitchen of Li Mansion to cook a pot of hot porridge for his lover.

Since God let me find you again, then I will guard you firmly and never leave you again.

The sky is dark with twilight.

Candles flickered in Wang Qi's room.

Wang Qi injured his right hand, so he couldn't do the usual things such as playing the piano, dancing swords, and painting.

Li Shang's mansion has a rich collection of books, and he borrowed a few novels from Li Shang's a few days ago, which came in handy.

It was originally to pass the time, but unexpectedly the content of the story book was novel and the plot twists and turns were bizarre. He was fascinated by it while watching it. Even when the sky was dark, he was reluctant to take his eyes off the scroll.

Seeing this, Hong Lin lit a candle and lightly placed it on the desk.

When the stars filled the night sky, Wang Qi finished reading the last page and closed the book.

A bowl of warm sweet red bean soup appeared on his left at the right time.

Wang Qi raised his head in surprise, and saw Hong Lin standing beside him, looking at him with a gentle smile on his face.

"you……"

"Why, don't you like it?"

Hong Lin secretly guessed that last time he only tasted a spoonful and stopped continuing. Could it be that his craftsmanship has regressed?

"No."

Wang Qi lowered his head and took a sip. The taste was sweet and moist. It tasted exactly the same as the sweet soup of "Zhang Ji Dessert" sent by the servants in the mansion before and the one he drank in Korea a long time ago.

"It tastes good, did you cook it?"

"nature."

Hong Lin was praised, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

It was rare for Wang Qi to see him like this, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, revealing a shallow smile.

……

Hong Lin gently removed the gauze wrapped around Wang Qi's hand, and the white gauze faded away, revealing the scarlet wound inside.

Looking at the horrific wound, Hong Lin frowned in distress, wishing he could bear it for him.

"It's all my fault, always hurting you."

Thinking about it carefully, whether in the past or now, this person is always hurt because of himself.

Seeing his face full of self-blame and worry, Wang Qi comforted him, "You don't need to blame yourself, everything is God's will, it's my destiny and me to suffer this disaster."

Regardless of the past or the present, everything is done voluntarily by me and has nothing to do with people.

Hong Lin dug out the ointment from the medicine box with a wooden spoon, applied it on Wang Qi's wound carefully, and then re-wrapped the wound with clean gauze. The movements were gentle and meticulous, for fear of hurting him again.

After finishing all this, he raised his head and looked at Wang Qi, "You have endured too much pain that you shouldn't have to suffer. I will accompany you from now on. I will bear all your pains. I will never let you suffer again." Not an iota of damage."

The candlelight was dim, but it could clearly illuminate the solemn look on his face.

Wang Qi suddenly became flustered for no reason, what to do, it seemed that he was about to fall into this person's tenderness again...

"Hong Lin, can I still trust you?"

He murmured softly, as if he was asking Hong Lin, or himself, his voice was full of confusion and unconfidence.