Chapter 129 Confused

"Go to sleep, you might feel much better tomorrow." Seeing that she had taken her medicine, Mo Linyuan got up, took one last look at her, and then left.

He took the medicine, and soon felt sleepy. He nodded and climbed into bed. "Mmm."

He stepped out of the room, turned around and closed the door behind him, then walked towards the next room.

This is Shikong's Zen temple. Fortunately, there are a few empty rooms, so it's not a problem for a few people to stay.

As night fell, the effects of the medicine kicked in, and Feng Qingge broke out in a sweat. She couldn't sleep soundly and kept tossing and turning.

The sounds coming from her room were neither too loud nor too soft, but they just reached Mo Linyuan's room next door. With only one wall between them, everything she did would make noise, and Feng Qingge's tossing and turning was quite loud, which woke Mo Linyuan up.

He's a light sleeper, and he woke up when she started tossing and turning. He thought it was nothing serious, but it's been fifteen minutes and she's still tossing and turning.

He got up, put on his robe, and went out. He came to the door of Feng Qingge's room next door, reached out and gently pushed it open with a creak.

He just casually took it with him when he left, thinking she would get up and lock the door, but it turns out she didn't even lock it.

"Qingge? Qingge?" I called out a few times from the doorway, but no one answered from inside.

Mo Linyuan frowned deeply, somewhat worried, but finally stepped inside.

He went straight to the inner room. There were no lights on, but he immediately saw the person on the bed, fully clothed and nestled in the quilt.

I don't know if it was because of the cold, but the person on the bed was curled up into a small ball, with their hands and feet tucked together, hugging the blanket, and only half of their face was showing.

Before Mo Linyuan could make a move, Feng Qingge, still wrapped in the blanket, rolled over, turning her back to the outside of the bed and facing away from Mo Linyuan.

Their posture remained unchanged; they were still curled up together, probably because they were really freezing.

Mo Linyuan turned around and looked around the room. Apart from the screen, tables and chairs, there wasn't even a cabinet, let alone a quilt.

There was nothing he could do but go back to his room, bring in a blanket, and cover her with it.

Seemingly sensing the warmth, the person on the bed finally relaxed their tightly furrowed brows.

Before long, even the limbs that had been curled up loosened up considerably.

Seeing that this was not enough, Mo Linyuan went back to the outer room and moved the heater in, placing it by the bedside.

They added some charcoal and lit a fire. The warm firelight illuminated the room and warmed the person on the bed.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Mo Linyuan lowered his eyes to stare at the person. Her fair face was finally not so pale. He shook his head, then turned around and wanted to leave.

Just then, his wrist tightened, and a warm arm wrapped around his wrist.

In a daze, Feng Qingge felt a heater swaying in front of her. She wanted to hug it tightly, but it wouldn't listen and kept running away.

"Ugh, don't move!" She reached out and grabbed it tightly, preventing the heater from moving.

After a while, it seemed to stop moving around and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Mo Linyuan turned around and looked at his wrist, which was being tightly gripped. He felt somewhat helpless and tried to move his fingers, but he couldn't break free at all. He never knew that a person who was sick and delirious could be so strong.

But then, Mo Linyuan stopped struggling and instead slumped onto the bed, following that insignificant force.

He lifted a layer of blanket, just enough to cover his tall body, and lay down inside.