After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Although Si Jiu had the book in his hand, only he knew that he had not read every word of the book.

Instead, Wen Baizhi just stood there blankly after coming in, staring at him motionlessly.

His face turned red when he was looked at.

Si Jiu coughed lightly and said, "Miss Wen, come and sit down. We are about to set off."

Wen Baizhi then woke up from a dream and said "oh" and walked inside.

When she was at a certain distance from him, Wen Baizhi sat closer to the window.

Si Jiu seemed to know the result and showed no surprise.

After he told Ping An outside that it was time to set off, the carriage slowly started moving.

Wen Baizhi just sat there without moving or saying anything for a whole cup of tea.

Until she came to her senses and heard Si Jiu's suppressed cough.

In her arms was the medicine gourd that Ping An had handed to her before she got on the bus.

She remembered that Si Jiu had not taken his medicine this morning.

She slowly turned her head and looked in Si Jiu's direction.

There was also a glass lamp lit in the middle of the table, so the car was still bright.

Looking at Si Jiu, he leaned his back against the edge of the couch somewhat weakly, covering his mouth with a handkerchief and kept coughing.

Wen Baizhi sighed softly.

Whether it is Si Zijin in the past or Si Jiu now.

Wen Baizhi couldn't ignore his pain.

She stood up and squatted next to Si Jiu.

Si Jiu noticed her coming and wanted to say something, but was unexpectedly attacked by an even stronger cough.

The cough that had been suppressed could no longer be suppressed.

He coughed so hard that tears flowed unconsciously from the corners of his eyes.

My whole body was shaking from coughing.

His head was still dizzy from the high fever, and compared to the physical pain, he was more concerned about the impression he gave to Wen Baizhi.

A sickly, broken, eunuch.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he felt as if a calamity had struck him.

His body was shaking more and more, and his fingers were cramping involuntarily.

Just when he was about to be swept away by despair, he vaguely heard a sigh behind his ear.

Then a warm hand held his cold and pale hand.

Then he felt someone's arms around his shoulders, and his head rested comfortably in that person's arms.

Wen Baizhi felt the clear bones of Si Jiu, her subordinate, and said, "He is so seriously ill, but he didn't even take medicine in the morning and still wanted to go out."

Although it was an accusatory tone, Si Jiu felt a lump in his throat for no reason.

He unconsciously buried his face completely in Wen Baizhi's clothes, and only when he smelled her familiar scent did he feel a little better.

Noticing that he was still trembling a little, Wen Baizhi raised her hand and placed it on his back, slowly soothing him from top to bottom.

Because Si Jiu's back was hunched at this time, his thin back fell into Wen Baizhi's hands as if it was about to pierce through his clothes.

He was so thin that all Wen Baizhi could feel were protruding bones.

Wen Baizhi sighed again.

As soon as he sighed, Si Jiu struggled to get up.

Although the embrace was so warm, he almost cried when he was trapped in it.

But Wen Baizhi sighed again. He couldn't indulge himself any longer.

Si Jiu was unwilling to break free of the hand she was holding, and he sat up straight on the couch with his other hand.

Wen Baizhi, like before, likes to stare into people's eyes when she looks at them.

Si Jiu was a little distracted by being stared at, but then he came back to his senses and said, "It's not a serious illness. Thank you for your concern, Miss Wen."

Wen Baizhi looked at his pale face, dark eyelids, bloodless and even dry lips. She snorted coldly, "Master Du, you underestimate me a little bit. Anyone can tell from your face that you are sick."

Si Jiu's hand that was held began to spasm unconsciously again, and Wen Baizhi used some strength to hold the hand in her palm.

He reached out and touched Si Jiu's forehead again.

It was indeed sizzling hot.

Wen Baizhi couldn't help but sigh again: "How old are you? Your forehead is so hot, and you still don't know how to take care of yourself."

She instinctively wanted to pull her hand back to get the medicine, but as soon as she moved her hand, Si Jiu held it tightly.

She looked at Si Jiu, who turned his head away in shame.

She then used her other hand to take out the gourd and put it on the table.

He then used one hand to pour out a pill and put it in his hand.

Then she said, "Okay, Lord Dugong, please stop being angry and come and take the medicine."

Only then did Si Jiu turn around slowly.

Seeing the pill in Wen Baizhi's palm, he stretched out his skinny hand and pinched the pill away from her palm.

Just when Wen Baizhi was about to pour him a glass of water, she saw that he had already swallowed the pill.

Wen Baizhi asked: "Isn't it bitter?"

Si Jiu shook his head: "Not bitter."

In fact, it is bitter. Rong Heng always uses the best medicinal materials to make pills, and the ones with the best efficacy are also the bitterest.

But Si Jiu ate too much, and the taste in his mouth seemed to be too bitter, so he gradually could no longer taste the bitterness.

Not only bitterness, but all flavors were tasteless in his mouth.

Of course, there is no need to tell her this.

Seeing Si Jiu shaking his head, Wen Baizhi naturally didn't believe it.

You know, she could smell the bitter taste of the pill just by pouring it into her hand, let alone eating it.

After a little thought, she called Cuizhi out the window.

"Cuizhi, bring me the bowl of wontons I didn't eat this morning."

Cuizhi responded and the wontons were quickly delivered to the carriage.

Because she had to open the lunch box, Wen Baizhi had to let go of her hand.

After she let go of his hand, Si Jiu clenched his fist tightly, as if he wanted to keep her warmth in his palm for as long as possible.

Wen Baizhi didn't notice his actions, she was just busy serving the wontons.

Cuizhi is always careful, so she stuffed cotton into the food box to keep it warm, so the wontons were still steaming when they were served.

There was only one spoon, Wen Baizhi handed the spoon to Si Jiu: "Do you want to eat this wonton?"

Si Jiu looked at the girl in front of him. It was clearly a stranger face he had never seen before, but he knew that this person was Wen Bai.

He had just taken medicine and his stomach was irritated and hurting a little, so there was no way he could eat the wontons.

But he somehow took the spoon, scooped a small one under the man's expectant gaze, and slowly put it into his mouth.

"I know you don't eat meat, but there's very little meat in these wontons. If you really don't want to eat it, you can spit it out, or drink some soup. Don't put yourself in a difficult position."

In my ears, I could hear her mumbling.

Just like three years ago, he is still as talkative and still loves to promote his favorite food to others.

Amid her earnest gaze and her gentle words, Si Jiu swallowed the first bite of meat he had eaten in such a long time.

Even though it’s just a tiny bit of meat in the wonton.

Wen Baizhi smiled immediately: "Look, look, I told you, these wontons are delicious."

Si Jiu also softened.

But before he could open his mouth, the stomachache that had been simmering for a long time suddenly attacked him violently.

His hand holding the spoon tightened in pain, and although he didn't show it on his face, Wen Baizhi could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him.

She asked hurriedly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Si Jiu shook his head.

Wen Baizhi came up to him, stared into his eyes and asked, "Stomach?" She remembered that this man had a serious stomach disease.

She was too close to Si Jiu, and his breathing became rapid. He met her concerned eyes, and for some reason, he could no longer endure it after enduring for three years. For the first time, he wanted to show weakness to others.

He nodded: "Yeah, my stomach hurts."

There was a gleam of water in his eyes.