Unable to hold back, he spoke to Song Xiwei, saying, "When I still need you, Song Xiwei, I don't want you to be distracted by others! Understand?"
"I understand, I understand!" This time, Song Xiwei truly understood.
She could understand that Aoqian only had her as his lifeline, and given his mindset, he couldn't accept any wavering or changes.
However, Song Xiwei had never actually thought about that aspect.
When it comes to love, she has always believed in letting things take their course and letting nature take its course; what is meant to come will come eventually.
I don't know when I fell asleep, and when I woke up it was already noon the next day.
It was still a cloudy day.
After Song Xiwei used magic to cleanse herself and change into clean clothes, she saw that Aoqian still showed no sign of getting up.
She moved closer to the bedside. Aoqian hadn't turned over since falling asleep. With his eyes closed, Aoqian had thick, long eyelashes and a high nose bridge. Whether it was his profile or his face, his features were impeccably defined.
When Aoqian was asleep, he was much less sarcastic and sharp, and seemed like a delicate and sickly young man, without any trace of the dark demon he once was.
Song Xiwei was thinking, he must have slept too late yesterday, should I let him sleep a little longer?
So, Song Xiwei left a protective shield and went out for a stroll.
I brought back a lot of delicious local snacks.
Aoqian was still asleep, so Song Xiwei decided to wake him up. "Young Master, it's time to get up."
There was no response at all.
Song Xi frowned slightly and reached out to shake Ao Qian, but Ao Qian still didn't respond.
Song Xiwei's heart skipped a beat. Could it be...?
She reached out and touched his nose; thankfully, he was still breathing.
But why is he so hot...?
She placed the back of her hand on his forehead, and wow, he really was sick.
Song Xiwei quickly took his pulse and confirmed that he had just caught a cold, which relieved her.
They rushed to fetch water to wipe Aoqian's body and cool him down.
After much commotion, Aoqian finally woke up as darkness fell.
The fever hadn't completely subsided, and when Aoqian opened his eyes, he was still somewhat drowsy and didn't seem very alert, appearing a bit slow.
"Young Master, how are you feeling? Where does it hurt?" Song Xiwei put down the basin in her hand and reached out the back of her hand to test his temperature.
She still had a slight fever, so she didn't dare to take it lightly.
As he was about to get up to change the water, Ao Qian grabbed his sleeve. "Song Xiwei, calm down for a bit!"
"Young Master??" Is he delirious with fever? It's clearly him who's being restless; isn't all this fuss just to bring his temperature down?
“Don’t look at me like that. Last night, you…” Aoqian suddenly stopped speaking.
Song Xi was stunned. "Last night?" What happened last night?
Her mind raced, and she vaguely remembered that she was half asleep when she turned over and seemed to have pressed on something. Then she heard someone talking, but she was too sleepy to sense any danger and didn't open her eyes.
Song Xiwei belatedly realized that the clothes Aoqian was wearing were different from the ones he had lain down in the night before.
She then noticed the clothes hanging not far away...
Did Aoqian get up in the middle of the night last night?
Did he change his clothes? And even do laundry?
Is this related to his fever?
Before she could investigate further, Ao Qian said helplessly, "You remember now?"
"Um, I really am a bad sleeping person..." Song Xiwei was quite embarrassed.
“I don’t blame you for this, you don’t need to feel guilty.” Ao Qian’s voice was tired and weak.
Song Xiwei was still very embarrassed. "Young Master, are you hungry? Are you thirsty?"
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