Touch the cold

Seeing Mo Zijin's appearance, Qin Yi thought it was ridiculous, gathered his robe and got off the couch, poured some tea into the dried inkstone, and grinded some ink out.

Mo Zijin shrank his head and looked at Qin Yi's back. He only realized now that Qin Yi's back wearing only a thin shirt is really beautiful. Appreciate him well.

As soon as this thought came out, Mo Zijin's face became hot again for a while, and he scolded himself for the thought in his heart. After he calmed down, he felt that the place behind him was numb and itchy, making him feel uncomfortable even sitting like this. He couldn't help shrinking into the quilt a little bit, but when he moved, he felt that the feeling was even stronger, which made him so wronged that he wanted to bite Qin Yi.

Qin Yi finished his ink at this time, took two pieces of paper and sat back beside Mo Zijin, and wrote, "Why, do you regret it now?"

Full of irony.

Mo Zijin felt aggrieved secretly, wanted to bite him but didn't know where to start, so he just gave Qin Yi a blank look and stopped looking at him.

Qin Yi was amused by Mo Zijin's reaction, and continued to write jokingly: "But you have to do it yourself, you can't blame others."

Mo Zijin bit her lip, now she really wanted to stay away from Qin Yi, so as not to be laughed at by him here, so she curled up, enduring the strange feeling behind her, and moved to the other side of the bed.

It's just that Mo Zijin moved, and Qin Yi followed suit, like a big cat playing with a mouse, the bed was just that big of a place, no matter how much Mo Zijin wanted to run, he couldn't escape.

After Mo Zijin struggled for a while and gave up, Qin Yi knelt down in front of Mo Zijin, with black hair loose and a slight smile on his lips. He looked at Mo Zijin with some complacency, then narrowed his eyes and raised his hand He touched Mo Zijin's face lightly twice.

Qin Yi's fingertips were light and soft, provoking Mo Zijin to clench his teeth to suppress the desire rising in his chest.

However, Qin Yi's fingertips only stopped on his face for a moment, then he bent down and kissed Mo Zijin lightly on the forehead, then hugged Mo Zijin across the quilt, Lay him flat on the couch, and lie on his side beside him.

Mo Zijin was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to regain his composure. He turned his head to look at Qin Yi who was lying beside him, and blinked at him.

Qin Yi pursed his lips and smiled, pointing to the quilt on Mo Zijin's body.

Mo Zijin understood but was unwilling to move, but seeing that Qin Yi was only wearing a thin shirt, he really couldn't bear it, so he just picked some quilt corners to cover his body, then turned over and turned his back to him .

As soon as he turned over, Mo Zijin felt his back sink, and then a burst of warm breath sprayed into his ears. Qin Yi stretched out his hand, only gently wrapped Mo Zijin through the quilt, and stopped moving. up.

Mo Zijin was stunned for a while, but smiled while hiding half of his face under the quilt, and slightly moved his body back, pressing against Qin Yi's chest, only then was he satisfied.Seeing his movement, Qin Yi hugged him even tighter, that's all, there was no other move, the two just hugged each other and slept all night.

On the second day, Qin Yi woke up very early, while Mo Zijin was still sleeping on the couch.The morning sunlight, cut into strips by the window panes, just fell on Mo Zijin's sleeping face.

Qin Yi just stood aside and watched intently, his face was as calm as ever, the room was so quiet that the breathing of the two could be heard, one was slow and powerful, the other was light and long.

Qin Yi stood there for a long time, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't bother Mo Zijin. After the rays of sunlight on Mo Zijin's face moved a little, he walked out silently and covered the room lightly. Door.

At this moment, in the Wu Family Medical Center, Song Boyi was squatting on a bench in the medical hall, and asked Wu Xun who was facing him: "So, so you just... came back like this?"

Wu Xun nodded, "I have sent everything that should be sent, and I have said what has to be said."

Song Boyi curled his lips, cast a blank look at Wu Xun and said, "There is no difference between what you said and what you didn't say." Then he sighed heavily and said, "Forget it, forget it, I can't count on you."

After finishing speaking, Song Boyi jumped down from the chair, walked around Wu Xun's medical hall, picked up a bottle of medicinal wine on the cabinet, and poured it into his mouth.

"Young Master Song, medicinal wine is not something you can drink casually, and you should prescribe the right medicine." Seeing Song Boyi like this, Wu Xun persuaded, frowning.

"Cough..." Song Boyi coughed from the medicinal wine, shook the porcelain bottle, and asked Wu Xun, "What is this bottle for?"

"Spleen deficiency and body cold, it replenishes qi and blood for people." Wu Xun replied.

"Yes." Song Boyi smiled, "Then I'll take this bottle of wine."

"But... Mr. Song..." Wu Xun wanted to dissuade him. Song Boyi was originally a type of person who was too angry. A gesture of Bao Yi stopped him.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Song Boyi interrupted Wu Xun with some dissatisfaction, "Isn't it just a bottle of medicinal wine, you put the money in Qin Yi's account, and you ask him for it later."

Wu Xun didn't say anything anymore, he had known Song Boyi for some years, and knew that he couldn't stop him from being a rascal, so he didn't care about it, and only sighed faintly.

Song Boyi hung the porcelain jug on his waist, patted the table in front of Wu Xun and continued to say to him: "You don't have to always be ashamed of Qin Yi, it's all thanks to him choosing his life to come back." For you, this is also a small business, if he owes you money, he has to ask for it."

Hearing this, Wu Xun couldn't laugh or cry, and he didn't want to make too many comments, so he just nodded and dealt with it.

"Come on." Song Boyi stretched his waist, "Then I'll leave today, and I'll see Dr. Wu." After saying that, he disappeared out of the door.

Wu Xun shook his head helplessly, walked out the door, removed the shutter from the window, and prepared to start his day's business.

Pedestrians on the long street also gradually increased at this time. The yelling of vendors and the cries of children gradually made the capital lively. Wu Xun leaned on the door and watched for a while. The shops on the street have been open for some years, and the people on this street come and go and change, and the world is full of variety, emerging one after another, and there are too few things that remain the same. Looking up, even the chicks in the swallow’s nest under the eaves have changed. There are several litters.

Wu Xun smiled lightly, he didn't know when he felt so much emotion, he looked like an old man with a gray beard, so he put away his thoughts, glanced at the long street again, and turned back to the house .

After Song Boyi went out from the Wu Family Medical Center, he went to Gu Jiufang. When Mantou saw a guest coming, he hurriedly greeted him.Song Boyi yawned, and said boldly: "I want two pots of good old-fashioned flower carvings."