Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

This time Lancer's fever lasted on and off for four or five days and he was bedridden.

If the system hadn't seen that his body values ​​were relatively stable, Lancer would have doubted whether he was going to burp.

The manor he lived in before was far away from the hustle and bustle, and even if there were earth-shaking changes outside, it would not affect him.

Lancer didn't open his eyes to see Gin for two days in a row, and there was still a cold patch on his forehead. He asked the housekeeper sickly: "Where is Gin? Isn't he going on another mission?"

Even if you want to get perfect attendance, you don’t do this!

How could anyone leave his sick companion at home?

The butler lowered his head and said respectfully: "Master has some things to do at hand these days, so he can only come and stay with you for a while in the evening."

"At night?" Lancer opened his eyes curiously. "I seem to be sleeping all night."

He didn't even realize that his wife came to accompany him. He really deserved to die!

"Well, because the master hopes that in the next period of time, Master Lancer can rest in peace and not be disturbed by other things."

Lancer yawned loudly and looked a little confused: "Is that so?"

"Yes, young master, please take the medicine. If the fever still doesn't go down, you will have to go to the hospital."

The water glass that was handed was warm, and Lancer watched the butler pick out the pills from the sealed capsule board.

When Lancer took the medicine pills, Lancer opened his mouth sleepily, ready to throw the medicine in.

Unexpectedly, the system issued an alarm at this time.

[System: Warning warning! The killing intent value generated by the target in front of the host has exceeded 50%! 】

Lancer paused for a moment, looked at the medicine in his hand, and then looked at the butler's face.

He is Ginjiu's new promotion to the manor and is responsible for assisting in the internal affairs of the forces left behind by Mr. Yu, as well as the management of the manor.

Your early thirties are a good time to thrive.

At this moment, he was telling Lancer with a kind face: "Master, take the medicine quickly, the water will get cold soon."

There was earnest urging in those eyes.

Lancer calmly picked up the water glass, and the corners of his lips tightened slightly, which immediately made Lancer conclude that the problem was not the medicine, but the water.

He pretended to be slippery and knocked the water glass to the ground. He said with some regret, "Sorry, I can't hold it steady. Can you pour me another glass of water?"

The butler buried his head deeply, probably worried that Lancer would see his expression.

"Okay, Master, I'll go right away."

After he left, Lancer held the pill in front of his eyes and looked at it, then hid it under the pillow, lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

When the housekeeper returned to Lancer's room with the refilled warm water, he saw that Lancer had fallen asleep again, and the cold medicine was missing. He had probably swallowed it dry.

The housekeeper carefully placed the water glass on the bedside table, looked at Lancer's flushed sleeping face, and did not wake him up rashly.

After he left, Lancer slowly opened his eyes.

At night, the lights in the corridor of the villa were dim, so that the footsteps in the corridor seemed a bit eerie.

Gin cut all his silver hair back, revealing his smooth forehead. Occasionally, there were a few strands of unruly hair hanging down from the peak of his beauty, which added a bit of wild temperament to him.

He was wearing a rare black suit jacket with a dark blue lining. Everything from the belt to the trousers looked meticulous. He seemed to have just returned from attending some formal occasion.

The man loosened his collar with his fingers, chewed a cigarette and entered the room where Lancer was resting.

Neither of them lives here often, so apart from the bed, there are only two European-style retro chairs in the bedroom.

The guy was still sleeping, so Gin pulled the chair to the side of the bed, put his coat on the back of the chair, then sat down and smoked quietly while looking at the side of the young man's sleeping face.

Lancer is unique.

He is like a contradictory combination of angels and demons, trying his best to be gentle to the people around him, while ruthlessly getting rid of anyone who harbors ill intentions toward him.

But he seems to be a little too indulgent to himself.

Gin thought.

I pondered for too long and unknowingly burned out a cigarette.

Gin put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the bedside table, and caught a glimpse of the glass filled with water from the corner of his eye.

He clicked his tongue and said, "The patient should drink water properly. Are you deliberately not drinking because you want to show me?"

Lancer opened his eyes, turned sideways in his direction, and curled his eyes with a smile.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to see you after drinking it."

Gin's fingers stroking the armrests of the chair froze slightly, and his relaxed brows instantly wrinkled.

"What? Are those salted fish offal even mixed into the manor?"

In the darkness, Lancer slowly sat up, took off the cold patch on his forehead, and said depressedly: "I don't want to think so, but my intuition is never wrong."

He placed the hidden medicine and a wet tissue kept in a sealed bag in front of Gin, and only said: "The butler gave it to me."

Gin responded lightly and then put those things away.

"Has the fever gone?" he asked.

Lancer was weak, but he glanced at Gin sadly, then leaned over and put the man's broad palm on his forehead.

"You touch it~"

Although it's not as hot as it was at first, it still feels a little warm to the touch.

Gin said: "If the fever doesn't completely subside by tomorrow, I will have to send you to the hospital to get an intravenous drip."

"It doesn't matter." Lancer stepped on the bedside table and climbed onto his lap. He found a more comfortable position and curled up in the man's arms. He lowered his head and muttered to himself: "My body is very strong. Ten Wendells You can’t even defeat me…”

Gin's eyelids twitched, "Who is Wendell?"

The young man in his arms had closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

For the next two days, Lancer didn't see the young butler again. Gin must have found something on him and disposed of him.

The person who woke Lancer up was the servants working in the manor. They had food and accommodation in the manor. They would go through strict inspection when entering and leaving the manor. They were trustworthy people for a short period of time.

With the help of the maid, Lancer put on clean new clothes after his fever subsided, walked from the villa to the manor, and slowly began to resume physical activities.

"You said I mentioned Wendell to Gin?"

Lancer couldn't believe it.

"What was Gin's reaction?"

[System: He didn’t react much, but for a suspicious person like him, he might have begun to suspect you of cheating. 】

Lancer gasped.