When I wake up, I want to see you first
It was already the next afternoon when Leng Can woke up. The sunlight shone into the house, leaving a patch of light.
He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. The soreness in his eyes had long since dissipated. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he just stood there motionless.
"QQ"
The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, and Leng Can came back to his senses from his fantasy, "Who?"
"I, Cong Mo, are you awake?"
"Yeah." Leng Can responded, then wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, turned sideways, and looked towards the door, showing no sign of getting up.
Cong Mo pushed the door open carrying a food box. Seeing his appearance, he did not object. He placed the food box on the table and called him, "Come and eat. You have slept for nearly two days and one night. You must be hungry."
"How do you know I'm awake?" Leng Can didn't move.
"I tied a talisman on your wrist to feel your pulse."
Cong Mo opened the lunch box and the aroma of food wafted out. "You've been sleeping for too long. I'm afraid you'll die."
"Are you afraid too?"
"But it wouldn't be good if you died."
"Forget it... It's pointless to tell you all this." Leng Can propped himself up and sat up. His nose was a little blocked and he felt listless. He threw back the quilt and opened his arms towards Cong Mo, "Carry me to eat."
"Yes." Cong Mo set the table and took two steps forward. Leng Can was much taller than her, so she only needed to bend down slightly and hold Leng Can's waist tightly with both hands. "Come up with your legs."
Leng Can randomly raised his legs and wrapped them around her waist, his arms around her neck. Cong Mo shook him, without any pressure, and carried him to the stool, then thoughtfully pushed the porridge in front of him, "Eat."
"Have you eaten?" Leng Can was particularly uninterested in food today. He stared at the meat porridge in his hand and stirred it with a spoon.
"Eat." Cong Mo held his hand, "Stop playing and eat."
"Hmm." Leng Can obediently took a bite, then pursed his lips, and retched twice after swallowing.
Cong Mo patted his back gently, using his spiritual sense to sense his pulse. "Xiao Can, you are sick. Your pulse... is very weak."
Leng Can realized his own discomfort belatedly, and leaned against her shoulder. The tears that came out of his eyes added a layer of fragility to his appearance, and rolled into Cong Mo's clothes. "Xiao Mo, the porridge has no taste. It's so disgusting."
Cong Mo was slightly puzzled. He took a bite with his spoon and smacked his lips. "It has flavor. It's delicious. The meat is fresh too. It's just that you can't taste it because you're sick."
"But I think it tastes terrible." Leng Can's voice seemed a little strange.
“It’s not bad.”
“It tastes terrible.”
"It's not bad." Cong Mo said seriously, "It tastes very good, but you are sick, so you can't blame others for your illness."
"So you want to blame me?" Leng Can pursed his lips. He was already feeling unwell, and after being provoked by Cong Mo, he felt even more uncomfortable. "Are you blaming me for being sick? I don't want to be sick either..."
When people are sick, they will naturally seek comfort from those close to them. Leng Can is no exception. After being told a few more words by Cong Mo, tears quickly filled his eyes. He hugged her and sobbed aggrievedly, "Wuwu... Wuwu..."
Cong Mo was at a loss for a moment, and began to doubt his own words. He said with difficulty, "The porridge... tastes bad."
But at this moment, Leng Can could no longer listen to what she said and cried uncontrollably, "Wuwu... I am so useless, why am I sick... Wuwu..."
Cong Mo patted his back gently, remembering how he burst into tears the day before yesterday after he had comforted him. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, thought for a moment, and uttered only three words, "You are useful."
Leng Can cried even harder when he heard this, "Wuwu...Wuwa..."
Cong Mo: “…”
Wouldn't it be better if she didn't speak?
So he shut up, hugged Leng Can and wiped his tears. He cried a tear, and Cong Mo wiped it. In the end, Leng Can felt that the skin under his eyes was peeling.
"Don't wipe it, it hurts." Leng Can pushed her hand away, the pain was too much to cry, "I'm going to be disfigured, and you can't retaliate against me like this."
"I didn't retaliate."
"I don't care, you're just taking revenge."
"I..." Cong Mo learned his lesson this time and admitted it immediately, "I was taking revenge."
Leng Can: “…”
Is revenge so blatant now?
Or Cong Mo's brain...
He couldn't come up with the adjectives to describe his imagination. He just felt that talking to Cong Mo was too strenuous, so he simply gave up the idea and said foolishly, "I don't want to be sick."
"But you're sick."
"So what can I do to avoid getting sick?"
Cong Mo was stunned for a moment, and was racking her brain for a solution. She had been in excellent physical condition since she was a child and had never been sick. The most she had suffered were just minor injuries. She would sleep for a few days or months and her body would naturally recover.
She thought,
The spiritual power of a cultivator is like a protective shield for the body. Under normal circumstances, it can protect against simple diseases and external viruses, unless...
…something is wrong in the heart.
Cong Mo touched his forehead and said, "You seem to be in a bad mood. Could it be that... depression has caused you to become ill?"
"But..." Cong Mo was puzzled. His cold hands touched his burning ears. "Logically speaking, you are so carefree and have no desires. You eat, drink and have fun every day. You shouldn't have any heart problems."
Leng Can: “…”
Then what about the two months he spent in seclusion a few days ago?
"I don't know." He didn't want to refute her anymore. He just wanted to wrap himself in the quilt. His body was shivering with cold, and his body was very restless. The two extremes of ice and fire made him feel unbearably depressed.
"Xiao Mo, I want to sleep. Please carry me to sleep."
"No." Cong Mo held his head, "You should take medicine to treat your illness."
"The medicine is very bitter."
"dislike?"
"Um."
"Okay." Cong Mo picked him up horizontally, waved his hand, and closed the door with a "bang".
"What do you want to do?" Leng Can put his arms around her neck, leaned on her chest, and spoke in a weak voice.
"Use spiritual power to clear the pain in your body." Cong Mo gently put him on the couch, pulled the quilt over him, and then took off his shoes and got on together.
Leng Can leaned against the quilt, his face flushed, not knowing whether it was from embarrassment or illness. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at Cong Mo's actions, "You, what are you doing up here? Men and women shouldn't touch each other."
"At this moment, I am neither a woman nor a man." Cong Mo twisted his shoulders to face her. "I am the doctor, you are the patient, there is no distinction between men and women."
Cong Mo grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled the string and untied it, revealing a large area of skin on Leng Can's chest.
Leng Can hadn't expected her to be so bold. He immediately covered his chest and asked, "Why are you taking off your clothes? Do you need to take off your clothes to treat an illness?"
"Clothes will get in the way," Cong Mo said patiently. "I need to infuse spiritual energy into every part of your body, and clothes will be a hindrance. I need to observe the changes in the direction of your spiritual energy to understand the severity of your illness."
Infusing spiritual power into the body is equivalent to purifying his body. It is not a simple task. The process is complicated and consumes a lot of spiritual power.
Leng Can was reluctant, lowered his head, and took off his shirt on his own, but he covered his chest with his hands and couldn't let go.
Cong Mo didn't force him, but conjured a talisman and stuck it between his collarbones. "You will definitely feel uncomfortable during the process of infusing spiritual energy. This talisman can reduce your discomfort."
"Okay." She gently covered Leng Can's hand, "Put it down, I'm going to start."
"I'm a little scared." Leng Can said awkwardly.
"What are you afraid of?" A trace of spiritual power seeped out from between Cong Mo's eyebrows. He put his right index and middle fingers together, revealing a spiritual light. "I'm here."
"Look at me, Leng Can."
Leng Can raised his head obediently and looked directly into her eyes. His shadow was reflected in her dark pupils.
Now she has herself in her eyes.
He let go of his hand obediently.
But he wanted to kiss her.
Cong Mo immediately pointed at the talisman, and the spiritual power then entered Leng Can's body. He placed two fingers of his left hand on the inside of his right wrist to control the speed of the spiritual power flow.
"Close your eyes." Cong Mo said calmly.
"Then...hiss...will you leave?" The heat in his body was replaced by a coolness, and Leng Can felt inexplicably drowsy. "I...want to look at you."
"Close your eyes, fall asleep and everything will be fine."
"Will you be the first thing I see when I wake up?"
Cong Mo nodded, "Well, I won't leave."
Leng Can closed his eyes with peace of mind, and Cong Mo turned his right hand into a palm, increasing the intensity of the infusion.
When Leng Can regained consciousness, the sky was bright, just like yesterday, as if the illness was just a dream. However, half of his body was numb, and Cong Mo, who was sleeping in his arms and breathing lightly, was very real.
It's not a dream.
Cong Mo also really agreed to his promise and kept his promise and did not leave.
Leng Can turned sideways, tenderness emerged from his eyes, and intimacy was imprinted on Cong Mo's face. He raised his hand and slowly stroked Cong Mo's cheek from a distance.
"it's beautiful…"
"It's really heartless." He sighed softly to Cong Mo.
A beautiful yet ruthless creature.
But she is always like this. How can she ask a heartless person to give up easily when doing something intentional? And what category should she classify this behavior as?
It made him unable to tell why his heart was beating so fast at the moment.
He covered Cong Mo with a blanket and left the house before her. He saw the black cat in the warm nest under the tree and said, "Hei Yu, come here."
Heiyu obediently jumped on him and licked him, knocking him to the ground in the snow. Snowflakes of snow shone into his eyes, and Heiyu nestled in the crook of his neck.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" Leng Can regained his energy, holding Hei Yu up and asked, "Hei Yu, do you want to?"
Heiyu meowed and licked his paws happily.
"Then I'll take it as your agreement." Leng Can put him down and pointed outside the courtyard, "Go and find my senior brother. If... our master is here, that would be fine too."
Hei Yu ran away obediently.
So when Cong Mo woke up and opened the door, he saw two people, one animal, one Miaoya and three sword spirits playing snowballs.
Even the dormant fireworks and dusk snow were awakened.
The old man Qingyi was having the most fun. He had built two small snowmen and a big snowman in front of him. He was a little embarrassed when he saw her. He brushed the snow off his face, trying to cover himself up, "Cong Mo, what am I...poof..."
Before he could finish his words, he was hit in the face by a snowball. Fireworks laughed out loud without any restraint, "Hahahaha... you got hit by a snowball."
The old man reacted and nodded to Cong Mo. The next second, he raised the snowman's head and smashed it towards him, but it was dodged by the fireworks and hit Cong Mo instead.
Leng Can's clothes were soaked, but he didn't dare to get angry with the old man, so he threw snowballs at Leng Can, and Leng Can hid behind the old man.
The scene was in chaos for a while.
Cong Mo twitched his lips, decisively closed the door and went back to the house.
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