As night fell and the Milky Way hid behind the clouds, only the moonlight shone brightly on the Chinese embassy in this foreign land.
The embassy was brightly lit, with a warm glow emanating from behind every window, like the lights of one's hometown, gently beckoning to every wandering soul.
The group escaped the Dark Realm at 12:30 a.m. and arrived at the embassy a little after 1 a.m.
After some negotiation and with Lin Qingyi treating Xiao Wujie, things calmed down a bit, and it was already past 2 a.m.
In the room, Xiao Wujie looked weak and haggard, his face radiating illness. After the intense pain, he was extremely weak and leaned limply on Lu Zhufeng's shoulder.
The tall and imposing Lu Zhufeng sat stiffly on the headboard, letting him lean against him. Seeing him coughing incessantly with a handkerchief covering his mouth, he subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to pat his back and help him catch his breath.
Then, fearing that he might use too much force and break the opponent's body before he could catch his breath, he froze in mid-air for a moment before silently withdrawing his hand.
After scratching her head helplessly, she hurriedly pulled the blanket up for him.
In front of him, the chubby Beishan held a bowl of medicine and awkwardly and tremblingly handed the spoon to Xiao Wujie's mouth, sweating profusely as he did so.
The medicine was too hot, making it difficult to swallow immediately. Beishan fed him too quickly, and Xiao Wujie choked.
He clutched his chest, coughing until his face turned deathly pale and he was covered in cold sweat.
Caught off guard, Lu Zhufeng cursed, "Do you think this is pig feed?!"
This ancestor is so pampered, are you in a hurry to send him to be reincarnated?
The plump, round-faced Beishan trembled from his roar, his face turned pale, and he sat uneasily, holding a bowl of medicine.
It was Chu Nanfeng, who walked in from outside, who took the bowl of medicine and helped him out of the predicament.
Chu Nanfeng was gentle in nature. His large hands held the small bowl of medicine with a touch of inexplicable humor, but his movements were gentle and delicate, revealing his chivalrous heart.
Carefully feeding the sickly and haggard Xiao Wujie his medicine, Chu Nanfeng's handsome face showed a hint of helplessness. "Why didn't you let Xue or the others feed him?"
Lu Zhufeng stiffly supported Xiao Wujie's body, looked down at him, and gritted his teeth:
“I originally asked Manman to feed him, but that pretentious guy said he had to uphold male virtue for Miss Chu.”
"It's like they're trying to kill him by feeding him medicine; he absolutely refuses."
He wanted to add a vicious remark, "This pretentious jerk deserves to die," but seeing the pretentious jerk's disheveled appearance, which looked like it could be blown away by a gust of wind, he swallowed the words back.
Damn it, this thing was born to bring him bad luck!
You can't hit him, you can't scold him, you can't say anything to him. If he feels wronged, the whole world is at fault!
What sins did he commit to deserve such a patriarch, a living father!
Just as the medicine was about to be finished, Chu Liyue, having completed her negotiations with the embassy and taken a quick shower, strode in with an air of elegance.
She gracefully sat down in the spot Lu Zhufeng had vacated, lightly lifted her bathrobe to reveal half of her long, white, jade-like legs, reached out and pulled Xiao Wujie into her arms, and then took the soup bowl from Chu Nanfeng's hand.
"Thank you for your hard work, I'll do it."
Weak and powerless, Xiao Wujie added hoarsely, "Thank you, brother."
Chu Nanfeng waved his hand and chuckled, "We're family, why be so polite?"
Lu Zhufeng was speechless. "I've been your human cushion for so long, I can't even straighten my back, and you don't even deserve a thank you?"
Xiao Wujie's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she looked up at him. "You too."
Lu Zhufeng couldn't suppress a smile at that moment. "You do have some conscience," he thought, and then waved his hand gently, just like Chu Nanfeng: "Don't mention it, don't mention it."
Just as Lu Zhufeng and Chu Nanfeng were about to leave, Chu Liyue suddenly spoke in a cold voice, her eyes flashing with a cold light, her gaze seemingly unfocused as she looked out at the heavy darkness of the night.
Be careful, there are eyes and ears outside.
Lu Zhufeng and Chu Nanfeng glanced back at her, and in the exchange of glances, they both saw the seriousness in each other's eyes. They nodded slightly and turned to leave.
The spacious and bright room was now empty except for Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue.
Looking at Xiao Wujie, who was nestled in her arms with a listless and misty gaze, Chu Liyue raised the bowl of medicine in her hand, tilted her long, slender neck slightly back, took the last mouthful of bitter medicine, and suddenly lowered her head.
After a long kiss, Chu Liyue gently wiped away the saliva and soup stains from Xiao Wujie's lips with her smooth fingers. She then took off her bathrobe, revealing an exquisite slip dress underneath, and turned over to sit in the quilt.
A warm palm was placed on Xiao Wujie's forehead, and a slight sigh of relief was felt; the fever had subsided.
She gently stroked Xiao Wujie's pale, bloodless face with her fingers, and then asked in a low, cold voice, "Are you feeling better, baby?"
Her mature and alluring voice, tinged with tender affection and doting, as she calls out "baby," is so beautiful it's like a pregnancy for your ears.
A slight tremor and tingling sensation ran through Xiao Wujie, who was nestled in her arms. He gently bit his lower lip, responding in a soft, obedient tone, "Mmm, much better."
Having regained some strength, he suddenly rolled over and lay on top of Chu Liyue, his head pressed against her flat stomach, emerging from under the covers to rest his head on her chest.
He slipped his arm under her armpit, wrapped his arms around her back, pressed himself close to her, and rubbed against her gently and contentedly.
Pulling the blanket up to wrap him tightly, Chu Liyue took the opportunity to hug his slender waist, as if teasing a clingy and devoted lover, gently rubbing and stroking his smooth back with her palm.
Her red lips lightly touched his trembling eyelashes, and she softly asked, "Are you sleepy?"
Xiao Wujie slightly raised his eyes, his deep, weary gaze looking out the window. "I can still hold on."
He was very sleepy and tired, but he knew he definitely wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Chu Liyue hugged him tighter, her stunningly beautiful and aloof face hidden in the dim light of the bedside lamp, obscuring her features.
Her stage IV illness meant that coming to Boston was nothing but suffering.
Xiao Wujie, who had been watching her intently, shifted his body on top of her twice, his sharply defined chin resting lightly on her snow-white shoulder, his arms encircling her neck, nuzzling her gently in a dependent manner.
"Following my sister, I'm always happy."
She ran her fingers through his hair, gently stroking it, and a mixture of warmth and bittersweetness filled Chu Liyue's deep eyes.
She coaxed in a low, hoarse voice, "I'll hold you, close your eyes and rest for a bit."
Xiao Wujie rested his head on her shoulder, his eyes flickered slightly, then he suddenly sat up, straddling her waist, his eyes glistening with tears, and chuckled softly, biting his lip.
"Since we can't sleep anyway, let's let my sister enjoy herself for a while."
He pressed Chu Liyue against the headboard, wrapped his arms around her neck, lowered his head to bury his face in her neck, and sucked and nibbled, which was extremely seductive.
Chu Liyue lightly touched her upper teeth with the tip of her tongue, leaned against the headboard, tilted her neck slightly back, held his head with one hand, enjoying his initiative, and a hazy comfort flashed in her eyes.
As the night deepened, the lights on the embassy became fewer and dimmer.
Twisted figures, shrouded in darkness, crouched on the wall and slowly climbed upwards.
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