After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Si Jiu gradually calmed down under Wen Baizhi's comfort.

The violent shaking in my body slowly stopped.

While in a coma, he only followed his heart and stuck his entire body to Wen Baizhi.

He even hoped that he could completely merge into her.

And she will never be separated.

Wen Baizhi felt his body continuing to have a high temperature and knew that she would have to go find Rong Heng when the time came.

Although a high fever will not damage a person's brain, it is still torture for the person if it continues to burn.

Especially Si Jiu’s already weak body.

Perhaps he drew strength from Wen Baizhi, and Si Jiu slowly woke up from his coma.

When he first woke up, he thought he was dreaming.

After all, the last impression he had was that he had locked Wen Baizhi out of the door.

Why am I in her arms again now?

"Am I dreaming?" Si Jiu's voice was particularly hoarse due to his high fever.

Wen Baizhi looked into his eyes and reached out to touch his hair.

"You are not dreaming, Zijin, I am with you now."

Si Jiu shook his head in satisfaction: "No, I must be dreaming. I have already kicked you out. There is no way you can appear here."

Wen Baizhi then realized that he might not be fully awake yet.

There were tears in Si Jiu's eyes when he was sick.

Looks very moist.

His cheeks were unusually rosy due to the high fever.

It looks very different from usual, but it makes Wen Baizhi's heart move.

Anyway, he was not conscious now, so Wen Baizhi had bad intentions.

She lowered her head and kissed Si Jiu's lips.

When the soft and warm lips touched him, it seemed as if a string in Si Jiu's brain broke.

Wen Baizhi's voice came to his ears.

"Do you still feel like you're dreaming?"

Si Jiu opened his eyes very wide, full of shock.

He still thought he was dreaming.

Otherwise, why would Wen Baizhi kiss him?

He must still be dreaming.

Si Jiu raised his hands to his chest, trying to break free from Wen Baizhi's embrace.

But firstly, he didn't have the strength, and secondly, he couldn't bear to leave deep in his heart, so he just went through the motions and didn't really leave.

Seeing that he was so tired, Wen Baizhi reached out and held his hands.

"Now you believe this is not a dream, right?"

Si Jiu had to keep shaking his head as she grabbed his hand.

"No, no, this must be a dream. I must still be dreaming."

He even wanted to slap himself a few times, but his hands were grabbed and he couldn't do it.

He tried to bang his head against the ground again.

But when he bumped into her, he found that he was resting his head on Wen Baizhi's arm, and it was her arm that he bumped into.

Seeing Wen Baizhi's painful expression, Si Jiu kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, how could I hurt you."

Wen Baizhi knew that Si Jiu would not be able to accept the kiss she had just given him for a while.

But once the arrow is shot, there is no way back.

Now that she has started this, she will definitely finish it completely.

She released her hands from around him and touched his lips.

She just left a kiss here.

She caressed his lips repeatedly like a winner.

She had long wanted to leave her own mark on his lips.

Now seems to be that time.

Si Jiu stopped all movements when she touched his lips.

Just slow down your breathing and look at her.

Si Jiu himself was also secretly looking forward to it.

But it's so hard to believe.

Just when the two villains in his mind were fighting happily.

Another kiss from Wen Baizhi fell.

Si Jiu was not shocked this time. Instead, he asked calmly, "Why?"

Why did you kiss him?

Why did you kiss him twice?

Why kiss him when he had smallpox.

It's obvious that he is such a despicable person.

Wen Baizhi didn't answer and kissed him again.

Just like that time when he was asleep, she kissed him no less than ten times.

At the end of the kiss, she kissed away the tears that had fallen down Si Jiu's cheeks.

Si Jiu no longer asked why, he was just crying.

Wen Baizhi kissed him one last time, looked at him, and said very seriously:

"You asked me why. I think the kiss just now was the answer. But in case you still don't understand, I'll tell you again."

"Because I like you, Zijin."

"I like Si Jiu, and I like Si Zijin."

Si Jiu clearly understood every word, but he seemed not to understand the sentences as a whole.

Wen Baizhi looked at him and repeated word by word:

"I like you, Zijin."

"I like you."

Wen Baizhi and Wen Bai both like Si Jiu.

Si Jiu finally realized the weight of these words.

He still has a high fever, and everything is like a paste.

But he took Wen Baizhi's words to heart.

In an instant, great joy surrounded him.

He even wanted to scream.

But the joy only lasts for a moment.

He began to feel unworthy again.

He, Si Jiu, was an eunuch who was despised by everyone and feared by the emperor.

How could he be worthy of Wen Baizhi's love?

Even now he was almost certain to have contracted smallpox.

He can't and doesn't deserve it.

He, who had always been weak, gained infinite strength from her love. For the first time, he broke away from her arms and distanced himself from her.

Wen Baizhi was still lying there looking at him.

Si Jiu raised his hands in front of himself to prevent himself from looking at her face.

"I, my brain is not very clear right now, and I didn't hear a lot of things clearly. I know you may be the same, and you said a lot of things without thinking clearly. But it's okay. Tomorrow, when we are both sober, we will talk again."

Wen Baizhi could tell that he was doubting her love for him.

No, it should be said that he doubted that he was not worthy of her love at all.

Wen Baizhi tried to move forward a little, and Si Jiu stepped back a little.

After all, this is not a bed, but a quilt spread on the floor.

Wen Baizhi was worried that Si Jiu would have nowhere to go if he retreated any further, so she did not move forward.

She reaches for Sijiu’s hand.

Si Jiu refused at first.

But Wen Baizhi kept reaching for it, and kept reaching for it.

Si Jiu finally stopped struggling and placed his hand in her palm.

Wen Baizhi wrapped his hand in her own.

She began to reflect on whether she had acted too hastily tonight.

But she couldn't wait.

She put Si Jiu's hand on her cheek again.

"Zijin, don't you believe me?" she asked.

Si Jiu shook his head subconsciously.

She added: "Then you just don't believe in yourself."

Si Jiu looked straight at her.

"I just, I just..."

He couldn't say the rest of the words because his tears fell before he could speak.

He cried again.

Wen Baizhi sighed and walked forward to hold him in her arms again.

"Zijin, it's my fault for saying it so suddenly. I didn't give you any time to prepare. But Zijin, maybe you don't know that we have missed enough time together, so I don't want to miss it again."

Si Jiu knew, of course Si Jiu knew.

Si Jiu could hardly think about the three years he had missed.

In response to Wen Baizhi, Si Jiu broke down and cried again.