Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

His physique, if you hadn't been by his side, might have been gnawed off by ghosts, but I don't understand how he grew up safely before. "

Shen Chun took the bowl and said: "I broke his jade pendant."

The smile on Shu Yun's face froze: "..."

What a powerful and excessive ghost.

Shen Chun carried the basin into the house, and closed the door casually. In fact, in his time, it was normal to have servants to serve him, but he never realized that he was as good as Long Yang.

But if there is, it doesn't matter.

Shen Chun fished the man who was almost drenched in sweat out of the quilt, unbuttoned his clothes, and wiped the sweat on his body with the unscrewed veil.

This time he was very obedient and didn't struggle. After Shen Chun wiped it off, he opened the closet, took two pieces and put them on him.

The quilt that was wet with sweat was thrown aside, and he pulled another one to cover him.

When Shen Chun was tidying up, there was a knock on the door outside: "Mr. Shen, the porridge is ready."

"Bring it in." Shen Chun said.

Yan Jibai was fed soft and glutinous porridge in a daze, and took the medicine honestly, squinting his eyes to express his gratitude: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I have to pay it back." Shen Chun said while helping him to lie down.

"Mr. Shen, how did he suddenly become so ill?" Shu Yun said.

"Maybe because I left him in the cold wind to sleep all night." Shen Chun said as he walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Mr. Shen, human beings are not like us ghosts. They are very fragile. Be gentle with your lover. How can you throw him into the limelight?" Shu Yun said.

Shen Chun's footsteps stopped: "Love?"

"Isn't it your lover?" Shu Yun said, "Whether it's your lover or not, you are the one who suffers when he is sick."

Shen Chun pondered and said: "It makes sense."