Chapter 63 Chapter 6 The footsteps came from far away, Xie Qingyu even...

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and Xie Qingyu hurriedly splashed the cold water from the handkerchief on her face.

The biting cold water pierced Xie Qingyu's cheek like a needle.

The fair skin turned red instantly under the stimulation.

To the naked eye, it looked like the burn was getting worse.

This was the scene Song Boyuan saw when he came back.

The man who was originally somewhat energetic was now lying listlessly on the bed, his cheeks flushed and emitting steaming heat, his brows slightly furrowed, his body trembling slightly. Even though he was wrapped tightly in a thick quilt, it was still obvious that he was very cold.

Song Boyuan returned with a chill in his breath. It was a while later, but outside the window it had already darkened, and the bright moon could be vaguely seen hanging high in the sky.

Worried that his frozen fingers would make Xie Qingyu uncomfortable, he touched his forehead to hers as if possessed.

Not hot, just a low fever.

I think he caught a cold after going out in the afternoon.

Wait a minute!

Song Boyuan looked up at Xie Qingyu.

Only when he saw his dark and bright pupils staring at him did he realize what he had just done.

The redness spread from the neck to the face.

"I'll go cook first. I'll take the medicine later and I'll feel better."

He lowered his head, quickly said what he wanted to say, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xie Qingyu was left confused.

It was just a temperature measurement, why did he suddenly start chattering away, then disappeared?

Didn’t you chase him away just now?

"It seems, no."

"That's good."

"?" Xie Qingyu's mind froze before he remembered the source of the sound.

"system?"

"It's me." Little Black Dumpling finally took action when he saw someone today, but he didn't expect that he would go out again and lie in bed again.

I lay in bed for almost two days.

I have been lying down for the past two days.

Now my mind is full of other random thoughts.

He didn't care about the mission at all. The little black ball originally planned to let the host play freely this time, but he didn't expect that he would also be a bad player.

"This is caused by objective reasons. I get sick all the time, but I haven't complained yet!" Xie Qingyu still displays the idea of ​​never wasting time internally, and when faced with doubts, he first looks for other people's problems.

"It seems." The little black ball looked at someone who looked fragile.

"Too."

Agreed with his point of view.

"Does the host have a plan for the mission?"

Even if there isn't, you still have to say yes. That's how confident you are: "Of course."

He looked very confident, as if he had everything planned out.

If the system didn't know what Xie Qingyu was thinking, it would have been fooled by his confident look.

"I mean a more detailed plan." The system guided patiently.

"Yes, of course!" he blurted out.

The little black ball held his forehead and thought, forget it, just let him fend for himself, there is no way to communicate.

After several rounds of harmonious communication between the system and the host.

The food is ready too.

This is the third time I’ve experienced the baptism of Chinese medicine, and it’s finally the important event of the night.

After being covered in cold sweat and washing himself with difficulty, Xie Qingyu trembled and hurriedly turned into the quilt, looking extremely afraid of the cold.

Looking at the person lying obediently on the bed, Song Boyuan couldn't say anything to ask him to go back.

I quietly found some clothes to keep warm, put them on a chair not far away, and planned to spend the night there.

"It was too cold that night." Xie Qingyu occupied someone else's bed, but his conscience didn't want him to do so, forcing the original owner to sleep on a chair.

That's so heartless.

He paused, took a deep breath, and seemed to have made up his mind: "Let's sleep in the bed together!"

"No, I'm not afraid of the cold." Song Boyuan seemed to have thought of something, his ears turned red as if bleeding, and he hurriedly refused.

"The bed is big enough for two people to sleep on." Xie Qingyu insisted.

"You should sleep alone!"

"If you are worried about what happened that night, you can put some clothes in the middle. I promise not to cross the line." Xie Qingyu thought that Song Boyuan was embarrassed.

"That's not what I meant. The bed isn't big enough for one person. If there are two of you, the bed is too small and there aren't enough quilts."

Seeing that no matter how she tried to persuade this stubborn guy, Xie Qingyu said casually, "But, I'm sleeping alone, it's so cold."

He thought he couldn't be persuaded anymore, so he slowly tucked in the quilt, and when sleepiness hit him, he decided to go to sleep. He let his conscience go to waste! It didn't matter anyway, he was just too sleepy.

Unexpectedly, the dim light of the kerosene lamp went out, and the bed beside me creaked. It didn't give in, but was so hard that it had no elasticity at all.

"Song Boyuan?" A sleepy and confused voice sounded.

"Um."

"How did you get up here?"

"I'm afraid you'll be cold."

Xie Qingyu thought to himself, this guy is so nice, I will definitely help him chase that girl tomorrow.

Song Boyuan was like a hot pack. The moment he entered the bed, the surroundings around Xie Qingyu instantly warmed up. The cold end of his body was soaked in the warmth, and he eventually fell into a deep sleep, unable to resist the drowsiness.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, casting a little light, which just happened to fall on Xie Qingyu's face. Song Boyuan, who was lying beside her, observed the face of the person next to him at such a close distance for the first time while he was awake.

The slightly trembling eyelashes cast a shadow in the moonlight, like a butterfly spreading its wings. The fair skin glowed like cold porcelain under the moonlight. After drinking the medicine, her blood color was restored. The originally pale and dry lips also glowed with a light pink crystal under the moonlight.

It’s really beautiful.

Why didn’t I notice it before?

The smooth forehead with star-shaped spots revealed under the handkerchief revealed the answer to the question.

Yes, Xie Qingyu’s hair was too long before, covering up her beauty.

It seems to be better looking than Fu Chen.

When he couldn't resist the sleepiness anymore, Song Boyuan's last thoughts were about the people around him.

His hair has grown long. How about I cut it for him tomorrow?

It seems that his skills can only deal with it, but can he really bring himself to do it to a face like this?

Maybe I could go up the mountain, make some money and take someone to town and get a haircut?

We can't let such a beautiful face be buried.

It seems that the clothes are very old. It’s early autumn now, and I’m still wearing summer clothes. My health is so poor, what if I catch a cold again?

Yes, you can also buy some clothes.

The same goes for the quilt. On that rainy night, Xie Qingyu had a fever and wrapped himself in the thin quilt pitifully, trying to keep warm.

I think this is very necessary.

And of course...

There are countless things. For some reason, I feel that the person next to me may not be suitable for living alone.

After all, every time he saw someone, he looked extremely hungry.

After the rain the day before yesterday, the sky remained overcast for a long time, with frequent winds. Today, however, was a fine day. The golden sun shone from the distant east, slanting its infinite rays, illuminating the two people snuggling together on the small bed.

Xie Qingyu was sensitive to light and had difficulty breathing. She woke up earlier than Song Boyuan, who usually woke up early.

Xie Qingyu rubbed his eyes impatiently. His confused consciousness could not bear the abnormal condition of his body, and he finally opened his eyes slowly.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself entangled with Song Boyuan. The two of them were entangled in each other's arms. He moved his body, but it didn't move at all. No wonder he felt like a huge rock was pressing on his chest all night.

Short of breath.

Aren't you worried that the two of them will get entangled? Why didn't Song Boyuan put the clothes in the middle to separate them?

I thought so and asked this question.

People who haven't woken up yet have confused consciousness and logic. They may be mumbling questions in the last second, and jump to another place in the next second.

Wu Litou recalled the coldness he felt when he woke up yesterday and said, "It's so warm today."

Anyway, she was hugged tightly, and suddenly a cool breeze blew, and she subconsciously hugged Song Boyuan tightly.

This action clearly revealed who the warmth he mentioned earlier was referring to.

The white fingertips, with slightly cool tips, unconsciously moved down Song Boyuan's body: "It seems to be warmer down there."

My fingers were constantly absorbing warmth, but the heartbeat of the person next to me was getting faster.

“But it’s really warm!”

"I didn't think that." Song Boyuan loosened his grip, and his voice came from below Xie Qingyu, "The window is too small. Put the clothes in the middle, with only a quilt. The gap is too big and the wind will come in. You might catch a cold."

Song Boyuan's chest rose and fell dramatically. He took a deep breath before speaking slowly, "Are you warm? Do you want me to sleep with you for a while longer?"

What he was thinking in his sleepy state, he actually said it out loud, and was caught by the real person on the spot. Xie Qingyu blushed so much that he lowered his head and closed his eyes, letting his ears turn red and bleed.

It was a matter of posture. Even though Xie Qingyu was thin, he was not short, at least taller than Song Boyuan. So even if Song Boyuan held Xie Qingyu tightly, Xie Qingyu was still a little higher.

The two people were in the Bagua form. Song Boyuan raised his head and could see all of Xie Qingyu's movements. Of course, his little movements could not escape Song Boyuan's sight.

"No, that's not necessary." A muffled voice came from Xie Qingyu's mouth, who had his face covered.

Song Boyuan put the person who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep aside and said, "You continue to sleep. I'll go cook. When the meal is ready, I'll put it in the pot. Remember to eat it when you're asleep."

Xie Qingyu, with a red face, hugged the quilt and nodded vigorously.

The furry head and red ears sway like a cute kitten.

Really cute, but I can't see the face.

Song Boyuan was in a very good mood and left the room humming a song.

"It seems like I have a fever again." Xie Qingyu was the only one left in the room. He slowly lifted the quilt covering his face and touched his head unconsciously.

"Are you sure?" The system spoke in a low voice, not wanting to make things difficult.

"I can't stand it anymore, I'm blocking it."

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I lay there for a long time, touched my face again, and finally calmed down.

It was getting late, and Xie Qingyu finally got up from the bed.

The moment the pot was opened, Xie Qingyu's bitter face finally showed its reality.

Having not eaten all night, Xie Qingyu was very sensitive to smells. As soon as he approached the kitchen door, he smelled a mixture of food and medicine.

The bitter black medicine seemed to be transmitted to the taste buds through the palate.

pain.

With the belief that he was already well, I lifted the lid of the pot with trembling hands.

"What? How can you put medicine and food together?" The mask of pain froze on Xie Qingyu's face.

The little black ball floated in front of Xie Qingyu like a ball of light: "Be more motivated and stop eating."

"How can that be? It's just about the taste. Filling my stomach is the most important thing. I'm almost well now, so I can just stop drinking."

"Who doesn't want to take medicine?" A voice came from the kitchen door.

Xie Qingyu's heart tightened. What was going on? It seemed like she heard Song Boyuan's voice. She looked around, especially at the door.

No one? It was an illusion. Was he really that sick? But he wasn't mentally ill.

"Forget it, he knows his own body well. Let him fill his stomach first and think about other things later." Xie Qingyu put aside the abnormality and enjoyed the food.