Xianghe

Yuan Qinghui knew that Xianghe's temperament was a bit stubborn, and he had to go to "Gushan" after being burnt like that just now, so he had to knock him out first, and brought him back to rest.

Anyway, he was so hot that he was in a daze, probably just thought that the wind and cold were on his head, and he wouldn't have guessed that he knocked him out.

Xianghe took a break, but someone had to do his job, one more delay might kill one more person, and two, the appearance of Yuan Qinghui transformed into Xianghe could also reap some faith for him at this time .

He gave Xianghe to the care of Xiao Jinwa, who is a human being and can't help everyone much.But I found that if I came here to start, I started to be a little careless.

Not to mention that from the very beginning, he never trusted Xiao Jinwa who appeared suddenly, and he didn't know what race it was. Besides, why did he relax and hand Xianghe over to a person of unknown strength? Child, even if this child is on Xianghe's side, if other enemies suddenly appear at this time, without him, can he protect Xianghe?

Since Xianghe came here, the harvest of faith has achieved some results, so I started to be more anxious than him, and something happened when I was anxious.

When Yuan Qinghui came back after finishing the day's tasks with great difficulty, and saw Xianghe who was sitting on the bedside holding the little golden baby tightly and yelling "Senior Brother, Senior Brother" constantly, Yuan Qinghui almost stood still. Waddled.

"What are you doing!"

There is still a trembling voice on the edge of the rage, you are still thinking about him, even when you are thinking about him, you are still hugging someone else.

Seeing Yuan Qinghui come back, Xiao Jinwa was very calm when facing Yuan Qinghui whose voice was tainted with anger and whose eyes had become dark. Even when seeing Yuan Qinghui, it was like seeing a savior Like: "Brother Qinghui, come here quickly, Brother He woke up today, and I gave him medicine, but he seems to be a little dizzy now, come and have a look!"

Saying that, Xiao Jinwa was about to pull Xianghe off his body, but even though Xianghe was burnt, she still held onto him firmly, calling "senior brother" incessantly, but refused to let go. Give him a point.

Yuan Qinghui darkened his eyes, frowned, and then took off the bamboo hat on his head, his body was still dripping wet, and walked towards the bed.

Seeing Yuan Qinghui approaching, Xiaojinwa pushed Xianghe away even harder. Xianghe is now a patient and has no strength, so Xiaojinwa pushed hard and finally pushed away.

The moment he pushed it away, he fell back on the bed, lay on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes in a daze, as if he was going to sleep again.

Yuan Qinghui wanted to approach Xianghe, but stopped halfway.

He saw Xiao Jinwa leave Xianghe's bed, and Xianghe, who was pushed away by Xiaojinwa, seemed to have lost his backbone. They all convulsed into a ball: "Brother——"

Yuan Qinghui couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned around and raised his head, took a long breath, and told Xiao Jinwa: "I'll go and change into clean clothes first, and you can take care of him for a while."

The night is getting late, the rain outside has become smaller, and the world is not so noisy. The rain is not always as heavy as during the day, sometimes it will be smaller, and then it will suddenly become larger, but in general As long as the rain continues, this amount of precipitation is dangerous.

Yuan Qinghui changed into clean clothes, lit an oil lamp, and carefully pushed open the door of Xianghe's room.

The man is still asleep.

He was force-fed medicine during the day, and he seemed to be much better than last night. His face was still flushed, but his breathing was not as fast as last night. The way he looked yesterday made me afraid that his lungs and throat would hurt after he recovered.

Yuan Qinghui put down the oil lamp, sat beside Xianghe's bed, and held his hand.

After resting for two days, the hands that were white and wrinkled by the rain also returned to smoothness. The hands that were fished out from the quilt carried a temperature hotter than his body, warm, red, and slippery. People can't help but want to slide on his fingers.

Rubbing and rubbing, still reluctant to let go of these thin hands, Yuan Qinghui put his hands on his face again, it was so hot, several degrees hotter than his own face.

Yuan Qinghui stretched out his hand and caressed the man's face. It seemed that the fever had subsided, but the face was cold and not hot anymore.

One hand took the man's hand, and the other touched his face.

The person who fell into a coma lay peacefully, completely unaware of his existence.

It is always said that this person has become a lot more obedient recently, but in fact, only at this time, when he is honestly asleep, silent and will not resist, is he the most obedient.

I wanted to send him to Canghai for medical treatment yesterday, but I thought that he would be unhappy if he woke up. After all, he was so looking forward to helping people here. I am afraid that even this time-delaying illness can make this person anxious to death. , That's why he didn't take him to the sea in a hurry, so he was handed over to Xiao Jinwa to take care of him, and he helped him with what he had to do.

I really don't know how much temper I have been wiped out by him along the way.

He was already so obedient, but he still cut off all the thorns on Yuan Qinghui's body with a frustrating edge, and completely became a slave who followed his temperament.

Unable to restrain his bite, he bit his finger and placed it on the edge of his teeth, biting thinly.

Too much, too much.

But, who is too much?

I am very angry, I am full of grievances and have nowhere to vent. I have touched you many times over the past few days because of business or private reasons, but why is it still not enough?

Obviously so satisfied at that time, but now, this heart has been clamoring not to be satisfied.

I really want to swallow you whole, so that you will only belong to me.

The teeth are biting the man's finger lightly or heavily like a small animal. After putting the warm finger into his mouth, he feels a little hot, as if it is a point to excrete desire. There is something outside of your thoughts. The flood is so big, but only a small hole as small as a finger can release the flood.

It became more and more aggrieved and uncomfortable, and the movements between the teeth became heavier uncontrollably.

But it seemed that the sleeping man was a little startled, and the man moved subconsciously, as if wanting to withdraw the hand that made him feel uncomfortable.

Yuan Qinghui let go of his mouth and let go of the man's fingers.

In addition to the red tooth marks, his own saliva remained on it. In addition to the saliva, there were tears on his tiger's mouth that he couldn't hold back when he was too uncomfortable.

Some self-deprecating rubbed his forehead, in this life, no, from the previous life to this life, I'm afraid that all my tears were given to this person.

Yuan Qinghui stretched out his hand and wiped the marks left by himself on the man's hands. The water wiped them off, but the teeth marks were not so easy to recover.

Gently and carefully rubbing the traces left by himself on this person's fingers, it seems that he wants to smooth the traces left by himself, or it seems that he just wants to touch this person. It seemed to be just an unconscious move, just wanting to touch him, just wanting a breakthrough.

Can I stop loving you...

Xiang He slowly opened her eyes, blinked her eyes twice, then jumped up from the bed with a sudden jerk——

"What time is it—ah!"

But the moment he jumped up, he bumped into Yuan Qinghui who was tucking him in the bed beside the bed.

"Well--"

"hiss--"

Just jumped up, was shocked and bounced back on the bed.

After resting for several days, I finally regained my consciousness slowly. Now when I hit it, I always feel that my mind is a little unconscious again.

Xianghe wrinkled her face and covered her forehead, feeling aggrieved: "Why are you here——"

Yuan Qinghui approached him, pulled his hand covering his forehead, looked at his forehead, and after confirming that there was nothing serious, he grinned, touched his head and said with a smile: "If I'm not here, our Master Shennong will be afraid." I'm going to roll under the bed~"

Xianghe was pulled away by him, without any cover, a pair of eyes as clear as dewdrops were completely exposed in front of Yuan Qinghui, but shyly dodged: "Well... what time is it now, I'm sleeping How long has it been?"

Yuan Qinghui stayed away from him, and did not give him too much distance pressure, turned around and prepared clothes for him: "You have slept for three days and two nights, and it is Yin time now, just after dinner, you If you're hungry, I'll get you something to eat."

Xianghe's stomach grumbled twice at this time, her ears were a little red and she said to Yuan: "I'm really hungry, I want to have some porridge, it's better to add some meat, I feel so uncomfortable that there is no taste in my mouth .”

When Yuan Qinghui handed Xianghe the clothes he had arranged for Xianghe, Xianghe was still a little dazed, looked up at him for a few times before accepting it, and began to try to wear the cumbersome clothes by himself.

Yuan Qinghui walked to the back kitchen and began to arrange food for Xianghe.

When Yuan Qinghui brought the food for Xianghe, Xianghe will fix the clothes, although it is still very awkward, but... Forget it, forget it, the more you care about it, the more Terribly uncomfortable.

When the clear porridge was served, Xianghe frowned and pouted, but then stuffed it into his mouth.

I didn’t give him meat, it’s not because I didn’t have it, but I felt awkward that he shouldn’t eat meat after he just got sick, and suppressed his previous desire to give him whatever he wanted, so I didn’t do it for him.

Maybe it was because he was really hungry, Xianghe didn't care so much, and stuffed the completely tasteless porridge like white water into his mouth, and within a short while, he finished a bowl of porridge.

Licking a grain of rice near his mouth into his mouth, Xianghe put the bowl in front of Yuan Qinghui, grinned and said, "One more bowl."

The man who just woke up from the illness, his complexion is not very good, and his lips are colorless, but it is such a pale face, smiling at him so easy-going, innocent and pure in his eyes like a child Yuan Qinghui couldn't help sighing: "Wait a minute, I'll get you some minced pork."

Upon hearing this, Xianghe's eyes brightened brighter than before, and she said excitedly: "En!"