These words rang in Jiang Wan's ears with a warm breath, making her blush and breathe heavily.

"Bad guy, you scared me."

Jiang Wan frowned and punched his chest twice, lightly but her eyes were full of joy, not a trace of complaint.

“Ahem—”

Qi'an coughed a few times after being hit by the two punches, and he sounded weak.

"Qian, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Wan's expression changed, and a hint of worry arose in her heart.

Qi'an grabbed her hand and rubbed it in his palm. The girl's hand was as soft as a catkin, so soft that it seemed boneless, making his heart tremble.

"The lady is going to murder her husband."

Jiang Wan rolled her eyes: "Stop pretending, you're as strong as a bull."

Qi'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there was only candlelight here, so his pale face could not be seen clearly.

Jiang Wan lowered her head, a faint smell of blood lingering at the tip of her nose.

She put her arms around Qi'an's waist, put her face on his chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and said muffledly:

"How do you know I miss you?"

Qi An also buried his head in her hair, took a breath of the sweet fragrance, and the pain in his body was much relieved:

"Maybe it's because we're telepathic. I happened to be on a business trip and had some business here, so I stopped by."

Jiang Wan wrinkled her nose. What a liar.

Forget it, he didn’t say anything and I didn’t want to ask.

Qi'an had hugged enough, so he pulled the person to sit down and chatted with him about all sorts of things.

Jiang Wan tilted her head and looked at him, acting as a qualified listener.

Qi'an rarely talked so much, so Jiang Wan listened quietly without interrupting him. Seeing that his lips gradually turned white, she sent him to rest.

The environment on the mountain is not good, and this house was found temporarily and is barely habitable.

Qi'an had just laid down. The wound on his chest was so painful that he could hardly breathe, and his mouth was dry and bitter.

“Dongdongdong——”

There was a knock on the door, and the creaking sound of the worn door panel was particularly clear in the empty night.

Qi An gritted his teeth, stood up, adjusted his expression, and opened the door with a smile.

The girl in front of him was as white as jade under the moonlight, like a fairy.

When she saw herself, her expression flickered.

"Why? You want to sleep with your husband?"

Qi'an used dirty talk to cover up his discomfort and make himself look more normal.

"Stinky."

Jiang Wan wrinkled her nose cutely, stuffed a pink water cup into his arms, turned around and ran away.

Qi An smiled. The cup of water was warm, warming his chilly body. It also had the girl's body fragrance on it, which made the pain in his body feel much better.

Well, the essence of a wife is a painkiller.

He unscrewed the water cup, took a sip, and frowned.

It’s sweet…

He smiled helplessly. He looked like a careless person, but he was so careful.

I thought I could hide it from her and make her worry less.

As a result, she just cooperated with me in acting, without saying a word, but still did the work.

Qi'an couldn't describe the feeling in his heart for a moment, it was both sweet and bitter.

He drank the sugar water in the cup sip by sip. It was at the right temperature, neither hot nor cold, which showed the person's concern for him.

The heat made his heart warm.

His body warmed up and he felt sleepy. Qi'an fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

True Man Zi Yang was kicked awake.

Oh no, it was kicking the door.

He opened the rickety door sleepily, fearing that if he was any later, the door would be sacrificed heroically.

Jiang Wan looked anxious as she grabbed his shoulders and shook them violently:

"Is there any medicine for external injuries? He looks like he has a fever! Quick! Is there any?"

True Man Zi Yang was almost falling apart, and it was almost his life.

"Be gentle, be gentle, you're almost shaking my old bones into the coffin."

Jiang Wan stopped, her eyes red and full of anxiety, and Master Zi Yang felt helpless when he saw her.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Wan woke up the old man who was in the late stage of laziness to boil medicine.

The flames licked the medicine jar and also burned Jiang Wan's heart.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. He's in good health, so it won't kill him."

True Man Zi Yang was just being escorted by Jiang Wan to check Qi An's pulse. The pulse was very strong. It was just a wound that was bleeding a little. He would recover if he ate more delicious food.

However, the woman who was in love would not listen and insisted that he boil some medicine, saying that it would make her get better faster.

He didn't care at all about the old arms and legs of this old man.

"Master, can you make an elixir that can heal people by eating it?"

Master Zi Yang: "...you should read less novels."

Jiang Wan: "...If you don't know how to do it, just say so."

The two chatted idly, and it was only when Master Zi Yang's eyelids were so sleepy that he finished boiling the medicine.

Jiang Wan held the steaming bitter medicine soup and walked carefully to Qi'an's room without caring whether it was hot or not.

True Man Zi Yang looked at the mess on the ground and curled his lips.

Women, once you have a man, you really forget your benefactor.

…………

Jiang Wan tiptoed to open the door, afraid of waking Qi An.

Qi'an was sleeping soundly. Jiang Wan touched his forehead and found that he had a fever. His face was red and his lips were a little chapped. However, he drank the cup of sugar water clean.

Jiang Wan sighed softly, took a tissue, and moistened his lips bit by bit. He looked a little decadent at this time, but not embarrassed.

As if someone had been bullied.

Jiang Wan checked the wound on his body. It was on his chest near his shoulder. It had been bandaged, and blood was faintly visible through the gauze.

Jiang Wan's eyes were filled with resentment. Thinking of how tightly he hugged her when they first met, she grumbled softly:

"The wound is so deep, but the strength doesn't seem to be reduced at all. It hurts so much that you die."

"Wanwan..."

The person on the bed moved slightly and called out. Jiang Wan went forward to listen and found that it was just a dream talk.

"well……"

Jiang Wan felt so soft-hearted. The medicine was almost cold. She helped Qi An stand up and lean on her. The bitter smell of the dark Chinese medicine soup pungently hit her nose.

She scooped a spoonful and put it to Qi'an's mouth, but it didn't flow down the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Wan frowned, not knowing what to do.

She suddenly remembered the bowl of ginger soup.

His face turned a little red.

Oh, they are an old married couple, what’s wrong with a kiss!

Jiang Wan took a sip of the Chinese medicine, and her facial features wrinkled up because of the bitter taste.

My goodness, it’s so hard!

Jiang Wan couldn't bear it anymore and fed the medicine into Qi'an's mouth.

Seeing Qi'an drink up every drop, Jiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

I fed her the whole bowl of medicine mouthful after mouthful, and she became numb from the bitterness.

He wiped his mouth hastily, laid the person flat, and tucked in the quilt.

He took a wet towel and wiped his face and hands until the temperature of the person on the bed gradually stabilized, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi An didn't sleep well. He was sweating and kept kicking the quilt. His brows were tightly furrowed. I don't know what he dreamed about.

It was not until the late night that Jiang Wan finally fell asleep on the edge of the bed.