After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

Si Jiu cried for a long time before he stopped.

He really needs an outlet to vent.

And crying unabashedly in front of Wen Baizhi was his best and most precious way of venting.

When he cried till the end, tears slid from the corners of Si Jiu's eyes to his temples.

This made his hair wet again.

Wen Baizhi stroked his hair with her hand and said with a smile, "It's good now. You don't even need to wash it with water. Just wipe it dry."

There was some doting in her tone, and Si Jiu could easily hear it.

He shyly buried his head between her legs and didn't want to show it.

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Show your face now, or you'll feel suffocated." Wen Baizhi carefully pulled him.

"It's just that your hair could really use a wash right now. Wait here for me, I'll go out and ask Cuizhi to get some hot water. Then you can just lie down on the bed and I'll wash your hair."

Si Jiu showed sparkling eyes and nodded.

Wen Baizhi touched his hair for the last time and went out to look for Cuizhi.

After Wen Baizhi left, Si Jiu coughed violently, his chest shook, and there was a familiar smell of blood in his throat.

But he didn't dare cough again. If he coughed up blood, Wen Baizhi would be sad to see it.

He had taken that vitality pill before.

But the total number of times and amount I ate was never as much as this time.

He knew that Rong Heng had already told Wen Baizhi about the backlash after taking the Shengji Pill.

And this was given to him by Wen Baizhi.

So he couldn't bear to see Wen Baizhi feel even a little guilty.

If he felt guilty because of him, he would feel a hundred or ten thousand times more guilty and sad.

After trying to calm her breathing, Wen Baizhi came in with a basin of hot water and a towel.

She first put the basin on the table, then took a stool and placed it beside the bed. After carefully testing the height, she found that it was about right.

Only then did he put the basin on the stool, and finally carefully helped Si Jiu to lie down flat.

"Zijin, your back is wrapped in gauze now. Try to see if you can lie down. If you can, I will continue to wash your hair."

Si Jiu likes cleanliness, so even now, Wen Baizhi wants him to have a body that he will feel comfortable with.

This will also be good for his recovery.

When people are recovering from illness, being in a good mood is the most important thing.

With the help of Wen Baizhi, Si Jiu carefully turned over his prone body.

By the time his back was completely pressed against the bed, he found it was only slightly uncomfortable, but still within a tolerable range.

So he smiled at Wen Baizhi: "Sure."

Wen Baizhi then continued her actions.

Si Jiu's head stuck out from the edge of the bed, and the basin was placed right under the back of his head, so he could put his hair directly in to wash it.

In this era, there were no shampoos like in modern society, but people did have their own cleaning utensils.

It was the first time for Wen Baizhi to wash someone else's hair.

It was also the first time she washed her lover's hair.

So her feelings now are very different.

But no matter what she did, her hands moved very slowly and gently, for fear of hurting Si Jiu in the slightest.

Probably because it had rubbed against the ground, there was dirt and small stones in Si Jiu's hair. Wen Baizhi patiently cleaned them all up.

Including the white hair seen on Si Jiu's head before, it now seems that there are more of them than before.

But fortunately, it can still be hidden in the black hair.

A basin of water turned from clear to turbid.

Wen Baizhi got up and brought a new basin of water.

He repeated the previous action and washed Si Jiu's hair again.

But this time, she also gave Si Jiu's scalp massage.

From the temple to the scalp, every corner, Wen Baizhi rubbed it carefully, just hoping that he could feel more comfortable.

Si Jiu became drowsy in such a safe and comfortable environment.

He was indeed very sleepy.

The bruises under his eyes were much more numerous than Wen Baizhi's.

He has always had trouble sleeping and is afraid of the dark. Wen Baizhi doesn't dare to think about whether he has had a good night's sleep in the past half month.

Seeing that he clearly wanted to sleep but had his eyelids held open, Wen Baizhi leaned over and kissed his eyelids.

"If you're tired, take a nap, Zijin. I'm here."

After getting her promise and kiss, Si Jiu finally let down his guard completely and gradually fell asleep to the sound of water.

After he finished washing his hair, Wen Baizhi took a dry towel and slowly dried Si Jiu's hair bit by bit.

He's not in good health to begin with, and if he doesn't dry himself off, he'll catch a cold.

While drying his hair, Wen Baizhi sat on the bed. She put the sleeping Si Jiu on her lap and dried his hair.

Si Jiu was sleeping soundly.

Even though Wen Baizhi moved him back and forth, he didn't wake up at all.

It can be seen how tired he was before.

Wen Baizhi didn't disturb him and just continued with her work.

Although I don’t know what Shang Yao said to Qi Yan’an in the end that made Qi Yan’an let them go.

But since Shang Yao was able to enter the palace, he must have seen the letter she wrote.

Then he would definitely know her true identity.

Wen Baizhi was thinking in her mind that when Si Jiu's condition got a little better in the next two days, she would go find Shang Yao and explain everything to her.

I also need to ask Shang Yao about what to do next.

If it is an indisputable fact that the princess is marrying far away, then she must also find ways to get more things for Shang Yao.

After changing four handkerchiefs, Si Jiu's hair finally felt less wet.

Time is limited, and Wen Baizhi cannot really dry Si Jiu's hair, but it is okay to dry it roughly.

The handkerchiefs and basins need to be given away.

Wen Baizhi saw Si Jiu sleeping soundly and thought of taking this opportunity to deliver the things and then come in and hug him to sleep together.

She was also very sleepy.

So she put Si Jiu on the pillow.

He got up and was about to leave.

Little did he know that although Si Jiu looked like he was sleeping soundly, he was actually having a nightmare.

In the dream, there was a scene of Wen Bai dying in battle.

Then it was the scene in the palace again, where five people who looked similar to Wen Bai surrounded him.

A moment later, there was the scene of him stabbing the sword into Wen Bai's body.

In the end, it turned out that Wen Baizhi stabbed himself in the abdomen with a sword.

The scene changed so quickly that Si Jiu felt a little nauseous.

Then in reality, Wen Baizhi took him off her and put him on the bed.

It was the overlap of these actions that woke Si Jiu up from his dream in an instant.

"Bai Bai!" he shouted loudly.

Wen Baizhi hadn't walked far when she heard him calling her name, and quickly turned around to look at him.

I saw that Si Jiu had opened his eyes, his mouth slightly open, and he was breathing in small gulps.

I don't know when his hand moved to his chest, and he looked like he was having trouble breathing.

"Did you have a nightmare, Zijin?" Wen Baizhi walked to the bedside and asked.