Chapter 230 Jie Chen, close your eyes
As she walked to the door, she heard a faint coughing sound coming from inside.
Before Xiangying could say anything, Jie Chen keenly noticed someone outside the door.
"No need to come in. If you have any questions, go ask Monkey."
When Xie Chen spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse.
Xiangying paused and said, "It's me. Taoxue just cooked mutton soup. I'll bring you a bowl."
There was a brief silence in the room, and Xie Chen quickly replied: "Thank you, but no thanks."
Xiangying held onto the door frame and said, "I'll put the mutton soup in and leave."
"No need," Jie Chen suppressed a cough, his voice became suppressed, "I'm not hungry, you can eat it yourself."
However, Xiangying had already tried to push the door, but found that it would not open.
Most likely, Jie Chen bolted the door from the inside.
She thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll put the mutton soup on the ground. If it's convenient for you, come out and get it. I'll go back first."
"It's better to take it in early. It's snowing heavily. Don't let it get too cold and you won't be able to drink it."
Xie Chen listened to the footsteps fading away outside the door. He supported his heavy head and sat up from the bed.
The ink spread, making his brows look particularly deep, but because of the abnormal redness on his face, he looked tired, and he even had to slightly open his thin lips to breathe, and his breathing was uneven.
He originally didn't want to take the mutton soup from outside, but if he left the soup bowl outside, the soldiers patrolling back and forth would see it.
Instead of letting more people knock on the door, it would be better for him to bring it in first.
Xie Chen waited until Xiangying walked away before opening the bolt.
When the door was just opened a crack, the cold wind brought in snowflakes.
At that moment, he not only felt cold, but also smelled a fragrance like gardenia.
A look of surprise flashed across Xie Chen's eyes. When he reacted and was about to close the door, a sword stretched out and stuck in the gap of the door.
Maybe he was sick and his strength was not as good as Xiangying's, which gave her, who was hiding outside the door, the opportunity to slip in.
When Xie Chen saw her come in, he backed away repeatedly until his back was against the table at the back of the room.
He covered his mouth and nose, his slanted brows showing a sharp and anxious expression.
"Who let you in? Get out! Cough..." He couldn't say a few words before he started coughing violently.
Xiangying looked at him, holding the mutton soup in her hand.
Xie Chen's face was abnormally flushed, his black hair was scattered around his neck in a messy manner, and a few strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, making his thin eyes look even darker and brighter.
Not only did Xiangying not go out, he also closed the door.
Xie Chen stared at him: "Xiang Ying! Ahem…"
"Don't shout if you're this sick. Let me see what your fever is."
She took out a thermometer from the space and walked towards Jie Chen.
Xie Chen frowned and said, "Don't come over here! Get out now, I might have contracted an epidemic."
He turned around and coughed violently, covering his mouth tightly with his hands, as if he thought that this would not infect Xiangying.
"The epidemic is not scary. It's just like a common cold or fever. You can get better with some medicine. What's scary is that you refuse to see a doctor. You may even become sick if you don't have any."
When Xiangying said this, he had already walked to his side.
She wanted to reach out and touch Jie Chen's forehead, but Jie Chen refused and instead held her wrist.
Xiangying raised her eyebrows.
She put down the thermometer and forcefully touched Jie Chen's forehead with both hands. Jie Chen was now exhausted and had a high fever, so he was no match for her at all.
Not only did Xiangying control his hands in a few moves, but she also pushed him onto the bed.
"Xiangying!" Jie Chen staggered to his feet, but was pushed back down by her with his shoulders pressed down.
The next second, Xiangying had one knee on his leg, preventing him from sitting up.
Xie Chen's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse: "Do you want to die with me?"
Xiangying smiled, with black hair, red lips, and a gleam in her eyes.
"Why, do you want to share the same bed with me and the same grave with me?"
Jie Chen looked away awkwardly.
Xiangying snorted coldly: "There is no such good thing, don't even think about it, I won't let you die, clamp it tight."
She patted Jie Chen's butt, and his muscles suddenly tensed up.
"What?"
Xiangying raised the thermometer with his slender fingertips: "Of course it's this, what are you thinking about."
She admitted that she liked men, especially Jie Chen's figure, but she was not a beast, okay!
Putting the thermometer under his arm, Xiangying warned: "Don't move, I'm timing it, take it down in five minutes."
Jie Chen no longer struggled as fiercely as he had just now. He could only turn his head and look at her deeply with his thin eyes.
Xiangying appeared to be just like before, transforming into a living person, pulling out a copper basin and various bottles and jars of medicine from his sleeves.
Finally, she took out a sharp object and said it was a needle. When she pushed it forward, water droplets emerged from the sharp, iron-like tip of the needle.
Xie Chen felt that if something like this pierced his skin and flesh, he might die.
But at this moment, he had an idea——
It seems like it wouldn't be bad to die at Xiangying's hands.
Because she would definitely give herself a safe burial place, and maybe like Scarface, she would carry one of his things with her.
She will never forget him in her life.
Xiangying turned around and saw Jie Chen looking at her with affectionate eyes.
Good boy, you are so sick that you stop pretending?
Before, his eyes were full of coldness.
Xiangying took out the thermometer and looked at it. It was 40°C!
She was surprised: "Luckily I came, otherwise if I had come a little later, I might have to prepare for your funeral."
Xie Chen murmured along with her words: "It's a good thing you came."
Otherwise I won’t even be able to see her for the last time.
Xiangying took out the anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs he had just prepared.
"Just lie still, I'm going to give you an injection."
Xie Chen looked at the medicine in the thick syringe and couldn't help asking, "What kind of medicine is this?"
Xiangying glanced at him and smiled with her red lips.
"Forgetfulness potion, one injection, the disease will be cured immediately, not only will you get better, but you will also forget me, do you like it?"
Xie Chen was startled and turned his head away: "I don't want it."
Xiangying chased him and asked, "Why not? You don't need my help anyway, so this will be good for both of us."
"I said no!" Jie Chen scolded with all his might, looking at her with his thin eyes, horror surging in them.
His voice was hoarse, and he spoke each word clearly: "If you don't want me, I won't get close to you, but you can't make the decision on your own and make me forget you. It's too unfair."
Xiangying, who originally just wanted to tease him, was really stunned.
When did she say she didn't want him anymore?
"You'll die if you don't get the injection."
"Then I'll die," he coughed, his eyes getting even redder, "If you dare to give me this injection, I might as well die."
Xiangying stood beside the bed, bent down and looked into his stubborn and deep eyes.
His handsome face was covered with red, because he was very ill and his breathing was uneven through his thin lips.
Xiangying put the needle behind his back and smiled slightly.
"Xie Chen, close your eyes."
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