late snow

Zhan Hua's eyes are out of focus and look a little dull.

When Ji Huai made a slight movement, he pressed Ji Huai's shoulder vigilantly.

"Zhan Hua, it's me." Ji Huai said softly.

Zhan Hua turned his head slightly, as if he was thinking about who Ji Huai was.

Zhan Hua's situation is obviously not right, a bit like a madness, Ji Huai slowly raised his hand, and put it lightly on his shoulder, "I am Ji Huai."

Zhan Hua frowned, swallowed unconsciously at his Adam's apple.

Ji Huai's hand slowly slid down to his back, and he patted reassuringly, "We are safe now, don't be afraid."

Zhan Hua lowered his head and rested his forehead on Ji Huai's shoulder.

Seeing that he seemed to have calmed down, Ji Huai couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, but just as he was heaving a sigh of relief, a sharp pain came from his neck, which made him yell out uncontrollably.

Then a cold hand covered his mouth.

In his fear, Ji Huai even forgot to struggle. He stared wide-eyed at the jagged rocks on the top of the cave, feeling the temperature on his body passing away quickly.

For the first time, Ji Huai knew that people's lips and tongues can also be icy cold.

For a moment, Ji Huai felt that his whole body was numb, and he couldn't even feel the pain of the wound.

In a trance, he saw Zhan Hua raised his head and stared at him with unclear eyes. The originally pale lips were stained with bright blood, showing a bit of coquettishness for no reason, like a bewitching ghost.

Cold, treacherous, soul-stirring.

Ji Huai was very dizzy, holding the other's wrist loosely, and finally felt a bit of warmth from the other person, he was finally relieved, so he twitched the corners of his mouth and said to the person: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Then a surge of tiredness completely overwhelmed him.

Zhan Hua's eyes fell on the hideous wound on Ji Huai's neck, he pursed his lips, and unconsciously licked away the blood from the corner of his lips.

Still warm, with a kind of cloying sweetness.

There was a long-lost temperature flowing in his body. He didn't think this kind of comfort was fascinating at first, but once he had it again, he became addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself.

Pale fingers landed on the hideous wound, and with a little force, warm blood stained the fingertips.

The gorgeous red and the dull white are intertwined, which is thrilling and weird.

Ji Huai groaned in pain.

Zhan Hua suddenly came back to his senses.

When Ji Huai woke up, the blue curtains greeted his eyes, and the chirping of cicadas in summer was harsh and noisy. He stared blankly with his eyes open for a long time before sitting up from the bed.

It felt like my bones were brittle after sleeping for too long.

He looked around vigilantly, but he didn't see anyone. Just as he was about to get out of bed, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

As soon as Zhan Hua entered the door, he met Ji Huai's panicked eyes, and then saw the wary expression on the other's face dissipated in an instant, and turned into a reassuring smile.

Zhan Hua lowered his eyes, turned around and closed the door, and then came to the bed with the medicine in his hand.

"Zhan...Hua." As soon as Ji Huai opened his mouth, he was taken aback by his hoarse voice, and quickly cleared his throat.

"Drink the medicine." Zhan Hua handed him the medicine in his hand.

Ji Huai instinctively resisted the medicine when he saw it, but under Zhan Hua's gaze, he still suppressed his nausea and drank the medicine without changing his face.

Probably because he drank in a hurry, the black-brown concoction slipped down the corner of his mouth, and dripped onto Ji Huai's loose clothes, staining a large piece of white and clean cloth.

Behind the fabric is the looming collarbone, with conspicuous bluish-black fingerprints on it.

Zhan Hua couldn't help but think of the troublesome scene when he changed Ji Huai's clothes. The fingerprints were probably left by him because he didn't control his strength because of his temper.

Ji Huai reached out and touched the bandaged wound on his neck, his eyes were full of surprise. "Zhan Hua, are we coming out?"

"Yeah." Zhan Hua looked away somewhat unnaturally, and explained to him patiently: "I... got mad for a while and accidentally hurt you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Ji Huai smiled and waved his hands, his eyes were clear and calm, "It's good that people are okay. Have I passed out for a long time?"

Zhan Hua said, "It's been about ten days."

Ji Huai felt a little guilty and said, "Brother Zhanhua is still dragged down."

Zhan Hua shook his head.

Ji Huai turned his head to look around, accidentally pulled the wound, and gasped in pain, "Hiss... where is this place?"

"Baonan County, Linzhou." Zhan Hua's gaze swept across his neck, "You should have a good rest first, and I'll get you something to eat."

Ji Huai glanced at him gratefully.

After Zhan Hua went out, Ji Huai showed a painful expression. He reached out to touch the cloth strip wrapped around his neck, and his tentacles were warm and slippery.

He looked at his fingertips suspiciously, startled by the blood on them.

Is it still not good?

Did you accidentally tear the wound just now?

It was as if a thought flashed through his heart, but before he could catch it, he was interrupted by the tangy fragrance.

Zhan Hua probably felt that he was weak, and all he brought was nourishing food. He didn't consider that an injured patient shouldn't eat so greasy.

Ji Huai was really hungry, he put all his thoughts behind him, and was busy filling his stomach first.

Zhan Hua sat down beside him and reached out to touch his neck.

Ji Huai tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously, and got an indifferent smile from the other side.So he turned his head and continued to fight with the food.

With the tip of his tongue licking the blood from his fingertips, Zhan Hua bent his mouth in satisfaction.

Zhan Hua told Ji Huai that this was the inn where they stayed temporarily. He had been kind to a wealthy businessman in Baonan County. After a few days after the wealthy businessman passed his birthday, they could mix in with the guests and visit the wealthy businessman secretly. , the other party can shelter them for a period of time.

Ji Huai has no doubt about him.

He ate, drank and recuperated in the inn every day, only one thing made him puzzled, the wound on his neck never healed, it always got better every day, and it got worse the next morning, but Zhan Hua said that It was his illusion.

Ji Huai has been extra careful on weekdays, and before going to bed this day, he specifically asked Zhan Hua, "Can we sleep together tonight?"

These days, two people share a room with each other. At the first mention of this kind of request, it always sounds weird. Ji Huai explained: "I may not sleep well, and I always break my wounds. Please help me, brother Zhanhua." Take a look, it's really hard to wrap a cloth around your neck in this hot weather."

Zhan Hua smiled slightly, "OK."

So that night, the two of them lay on the same bed.

However, Ji Huai did not feel sleepy for a long time, he looked at the moonlight shining on the bed curtain from the window, and asked in a low voice, "Zhan Hua, are you asleep?"

Zhan Hua held down the shoulder he was trying to move, "No."

Ji Huai smiled, "Zhan Hua, I have never met someone as good as you in my life, you are the first."

Zhan Hua's hand on his shoulder froze slightly.

"So there is something we can take care of together. Although I am not very useful, I can still do what I can." Ji Huai turned sideways and looked at him, "If there is really any treasure on me, whether it is merit The Dharma is still a treasure, you just take it and use it.”

Zhan Hua stared at him for a while, then said in a deep voice, "Really?"

"Really." Ji Huai's tone was sincere, and then he laughed, "If you can use it to become stronger, you will be able to protect me better soon?"

Zhan Hua gave a deep laugh, and covered his innocent eyes with his hands, "Go to sleep."

Ji Huai smiled and said, "Hey, your hands are finally not cold anymore, at least they are warmer."

The smile on Zhan Hua's face has long since disappeared, leaving only ice in his eyes.

As the night darkened, the people around him had already fallen asleep.

Zhan Hua opened his eyes, and stretched out his hand to seal the opponent's sleeping hole.

The fresh wound was soon exposed to the air, Ji Huai seemed to have noticed something, and flinched in his sleep.

The back of Zhan Hua's hand brushed the opponent's Adam's apple, and reached out to pinch Ji Huai's jaw.

Ji Huai, who fell asleep, was obedient and unbelievable. He obeyed his strength and tilted his head slightly. It became difficult to breathe, and he had to open his mouth slightly.

The sharp teeth pierced and tore the hard-to-heal wound again, and the sweet and greasy fragrance seemed to seep into the internal organs along the mouth.

However, Ji Huai had already begun to suspect that he didn't dare to go too far, so he could only control the desire in his heart to show his teeth and claws, and forcibly left from that warm place.

Ji Huai's blood is not an antidote, but it can relieve his pain to a great extent, but it is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

But he couldn't control this longing, like another form of obsession.

After applying medicine to Ji Huai's wound and bandaging it up again, and unlocking the other's sleeping point, Zhan Hua closed his eyes wearily, but his sleeve was suddenly pulled.

Zhan Hua's eyes froze, and he lowered his head to look at the person lying on the bed.

Ji Huai frowned, looked at him sleepily, and muttered to him half asleep, "Zhanhua...my neck hurts..."

Zhan Hua licked the blood from the corner of his mouth in the darkness, stretched out his hand to touch the other's cheek, and said in a low voice, "It's all right, go to sleep."

"Hmm..." Ji Huai replied in a daze, grabbed his sleeve and hugged him, and fell asleep again.

He didn't see the satisfied expression on the other side's face in the dark at all.