After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

After safely and securely wiping Si Jiu's body and changing his clothes, Wen Baizhi washed up at Cuizhi's place and then returned to the tent.

Si Jiu was wrapped in the quilt, with only a pale and thin face exposed.

His eyes were still closed, as if he was lifeless.

The quilt was draped over him, fully revealing his thin body.

Wen Baizhi walked to the couch.

She saw Si Jiu's chapped lips, and now she realized why Si Jiu didn't like to drink water.

I touched his forehead again and it was very hot.

She called Cuizhi, prepared water and a handkerchief, and kept putting the handkerchief on his forehead to cool him down.

She even wiped his lips gently with a handkerchief dipped in water.

She knew that she would no longer ask him to drink water every time as she did before.

After changing the handkerchief countless times, the unconscious Si Jiu suddenly started shaking.

At first it was just a slight tremor in the head, but later it developed into a whole body shaking.

He seemed to be extremely cold, and even his teeth made a clanging sound.

Wen Baizhi quickly put the handkerchief aside and touched his face and hands.

It's all cold.

But he must still be running a fever, or it might be this temperature difference that is causing his current discomfort.

Wen Baizhi didn't think much about it. She took off her coat, kicked off her shoes, got on the bed and crawled into his quilt.

Poor thing, he had a fever but the quilt was still cold.

As soon as she got into the quilt, Si Jiu felt her warmth, and he shivered and kept moving closer to Wen Baizhi's arms.

Wen Baizhi naturally caught him, stroking his head with one hand and running the other along his back, trying to stay close to him to give him warmth.

After about a cup of tea, the person in my arms finally stopped trembling and gradually calmed down.

Wen Baizhi breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

She thought that after so many times, she would get used to it, but she still felt distressed every time he was hurt for no reason.

She withdrew her hand from his back and touched his hair instead.

"I was really scared. You can't drink, but you drank so much. Qi Yan'an asked you to drink, so you drank? Can't you find a reason to refuse? If you really can't, just faint. I don't believe that Qi Yan'an can embarrass you like this in front of everyone."

"sorry."

A faint voice came from her arms.

Wen Baizhi moved her head back a little: "Are you awake?"

"sorry Sorry."

Si Jiu didn't answer her, but just kept saying sorry.

Rong Heng said that he drank too much this time. Although he vomited a lot due to various effects, there was still a lot left, and he would probably be drunk for a while.

Wen Baizhi realized that he was drunk now.

So she comforted him, "Don't always say sorry to others. It's enough for you to be true to yourself."

Si Jiu was able to talk to her even when he was drunk: "But I am guilty, and if I am guilty, I must apologize."

Wen Baizhi followed his words and asked, "What is your crime?"

Si Jiu closed his eyes tightly, as if he was lost in painful memories: "I, I failed to inform her in time that there was danger at the border, and I failed to save her."

Wen Baizhi's heart suddenly beat fast: "Who didn't you notify?"

She vaguely knew the answer but didn't dare to think about it.

"One, someone who will never come back."

Even when he was sick and drunk, he didn't dare to say her name.

But Wen Baizhi dared to say: "Is it Wen Bai? It must be her."

To her surprise, after hearing the name Wen Bai, Si Jiu's body reacted more violently than before.

He even kept choking and coughing, and did not stop even when he coughed up blood.

He trembled and curled up into a ball, with his knees against Wen Baizhi.

Wen Baizhi was afraid that the blood he coughed up while sleeping would choke him and create a vicious cycle.

She sat up and helped Si Jiu up and leaned him against her shoulder.

Si Jiu coughed repeatedly on her shoulder, until only the sound of breath was left, like a dying flower.

Wen Baizhi held him unconsciously in her arms, and suddenly she felt sad about losing him.

During these many days of getting along with Si Jiu, his thoughtfulness, gentleness, and even his illness always left a deep impression on her heart.

Si Jiu slowly calmed down, and Wen Baizhi didn't dare to ask any more questions.

So what if it’s Wen Bai, so what if it’s not.

After all, she is Wen Bai and Wen Baizhi.

She reached for the handkerchief and wiped the blood from Si Jiu's mouth.

When the pale corners of her mouth were stained with bright red blood, she unexpectedly became infinitely charming.

The more Wen Baizhi wiped, the more she felt that this man was really good-looking.

As Wen Baizhi, marrying him would be a win-win in every way.

She shook her head as if she had been electrocuted, throwing away the waste in her mind.

After everything was tidied, the two lay down together to rest.

Si Jiu was still curled up in Wen Baizhi's arms, but he didn't dare to put his arms around her waist. He only dared to put his hands lightly on her waist.

But even so, he felt a great sense of security.

Late at night, Wen Baizhi, who was half asleep and half awake, vaguely heard someone crying.

After a little thought, she knew that this person was Si Jiu.

Because of concern for his condition, the lamp by the bed was not extinguished.

Therefore, Wen Baizhi could easily see Si Jiu's situation.

He lay sideways facing himself, his head resting on his arm, his eyes closed and tears streaming down his face unconsciously.

Only a few sobs and moans were occasionally caught by Wen Baizhi.

Wen Baizhi went to wipe his tears: "Did you have a nightmare, Sijiu?"

When she touched his face, Wen Baizhi realized that Si Jiu's face was very hot.

She quickly touched his forehead and found that he had a fever again.

She was about to get the pills left by Rong Heng, and when she was about to stand up, Si Jiu hugged her around the waist.

This was the first time he took the initiative to hug her waist tonight.

Wen Baizhi stopped moving and let him hold her tightly.

Si Jiu, who was suffering from a high fever, could not distinguish between dreams and reality.

He just felt like he was walking barefoot on a barren land that was burning with fire.

He even knew that Wen Bai was dead and would never come back.

He moved his scarred feet step by step in despair.

He felt very tired, but he couldn't stop.

He thought, why not just die like this, no one will care anyway.

"Zijin, if you are having a nightmare, wake up quickly. It's all a dream. Dreams are fake."

The sound fell like a gentle rain into his burning world.

He instinctively raised his head, opened his mouth and drank the rain water.

Wen Baizhi's pupils dilated instantly when he kissed her chin.

Then Si Jiu licked her chin again.

She froze again.

He was dreaming, just dreaming, Wen Baizhi was brainwashing himself.

"Zijin, wake up quickly. You need to wake up first so that I can get you some medicine. You are almost confused due to the fever. If you continue to have the fever, it will be disastrous."

It was not easy for Si Jiu to wake up from his dream at this moment. Instead, he hugged Wen Baizhi even tighter.

This force caused Wen Baizhi to feel a little painful.

She groaned unconsciously.

Little did she know that Si Jiu, who had been unable to wake up due to the pain and was trapped in a nightmare, opened his eyes and woke up after hearing her unconscious cry of pain.