Master Qing Leng interprets it with his own body

As soon as Gu Qing left, the room became quiet.

There was no one to talk to Shen Yan to divert his attention, and the pain behind him became more and more clear, and the throbbing in his heart gradually weakened, and finally fell down.

Despite the faint pain, he still slowly fell asleep.

After all, "working hard" to detoxify at night, and being beaten violently during the day, even an iron body can't hold on.

In the evening, the servant called him to eat, but he didn't feel it, and fell asleep by himself.

As the sky got later, the top of Cuizhu Peak gradually fell into silence.

Han Han has been a little irritable since the afternoon.Meditating dully in the dormitory, the spirit is not very concentrated.

He didn't feel sleepy until midnight, so he opened the door and went out. Under the moonlight, he walked all the way from the dormitory, along the route of the back hall, middle hall, and main hall to the corner of the martial arts platform.

The spacious martial arts training platform is empty, only the night mountain wind whirls past.

Unconsciously looking at Shen Yan's courtyard, he hesitated for a while, and finally he walked around the martial arts training platform, walked back along the walls of the disciples' courtyard, and came to the innermost room.

In fact, Shen Yan's yard is on the right hand side as soon as he goes out from his dormitory, so I don't know why he has to go around in a big circle.

Pushing open the courtyard door with a creak, he walked in slowly.From the room on the west side of the small courtyard came the low and staggered breathing of two servants, who were soundly asleep.

He stopped at the door of the bedroom, hesitant to go in and have a look.

Suddenly, low whispers came from the room.

Before he had time to think, he pushed open the door, strode in, and looked at Shen Yan lying on the couch.

A small bean-yellow lamp was burning on the high table beside the bed, and the shadow of the lamp flickered, Shen Yan fell asleep on her side.

Thick eyelashes cover the eyeliner, occasionally trembling slightly, looking very well-behaved.The high bridge of the nose glowed softly under the light, giving off a youthful immaturity.

The dry skin on the thin lips turned up, one hand was exposed outside the quilt, the fingertips curled unconsciously from time to time, and intermittently whispered: "Water... thirsty... fetch water..."

This is sleepy and confused, and I don't want to wake up when I am thirsty.

This Gu Qing, leaving his seriously injured junior here alone, is really careless!

Frowning, Han Han turned around and closed the door, walked to the table, picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water.

Picking up the cup and touching the cup surface with fingertips, I realized that the water was cold.

Without thinking too much, he directly pressed the spiritual power into the palm of his hand, held it for a while, and a little heat came out of the cup.

Feeling that the water temperature was just right, he walked up to Shen Yan, held the cup with his right hand, held his cheek with his left hand, and fed the water in the cup bit by bit.

Because it was lying down, Shen Yan could only drink with his face sideways, most of the water leaked from the corner of his lips, soaking half of Shen Han's cuffs.

But in the end is to feed some.

After drinking the water, Shen Yan let out a long "Ah—" contentedly, feeling in a daze that something cool and soft was covering her face, and couldn't help turning her head slightly to rub it.

Shen Han's hand froze, and he quickly pulled it out without thinking, and Shen Yan's face hit the quilt directly.Fortunately, he slept so soundly that he didn't wake up at all.

"Don't worry!"

After scolding in a low voice, Han Han sat down on the edge of the bed holding an empty water glass.Hearing Shen Yan's even and long breathing behind him, my heart gradually let go.

Not long after, Shen Yan moved and called out with great emotion, "Huaiyu... um..."

"Crack!" The water glass in Han Han's hand shattered.

Teng stood up, subconsciously clenched his fist, but was shocked by the piercing of the porcelain fragments.Throwing away the fragments, blood trickled down from his jade-white fingertips.

Damn!Outlaws!How unreasonable!

He didn't even bother to turn around to take a look, stepped out of the room angrily, and flung his sleeves away.