[Chen Qingling] Meng Yao is a girl

Lan Xichen hugged Meng Yao to avoid people, and quickly returned to the cold room. Without even thinking about it, he carried Meng Yao back to his bedroom, walked straight to his bed, put Meng Yao down carefully, He pulled back his quilt and covered her.

Seeing Meng Yao's flushed cheeks and uncomfortable expression, Lan Xichen frowned and sat on the edge of the bed, not caring about anything, directly pulled out the sleeves of his underwear and carefully wiped her sweat, his warm eyes were full of worry.

Hearing the sound of Xue Yang entering the door behind him, Lan Xichen didn't turn his head, and ordered, "Chengmei, take my token to get the medicine. If the pharmacy disciple asks, just say it's me. A Yao girl is inconvenient." Let outsiders know, if uncle finds out that she is sick, he will definitely invite a doctor to come, and then there will be no way to hide it."

Xue Yang: "..." So when did your half-brother who became a monk become a wife? !

Xue Yang had a lot of questions in his mind, such as why Meng Yao kept concealing her identity as a woman, who knew about it now, who was the first to know about it... But of course, now is not the time to ask about it.

Xue Yang glanced at Meng Yao who was dazed from burning on the bed, finally lowered his eyes, took the token that Lan Xichen put on the table, turned around and hurriedly flew towards the pharmacy.Lan Xichen also hurriedly got up to fetch a basin of cold water to apply a cold compress on her.

The cold towel was gently placed on Meng Yao's forehead, Meng Yao immediately snorted comfortably, and subconsciously stretched out her hand from under the quilt to grab the coolness on her forehead.

Seeing this, Lan Xichen naturally stretched out his hand to stop her, wanting to tuck her back into the quilt, but Meng Yao just grabbed his hand with a wild wave. In an instant, Lan Xichen froze like a lump of ice. What to do, she just stared at the white skin covering the back of his hand.

As soon as Meng Yao's hot little hand touched his big hand that was slightly cold from the cold water, she held it tightly and refused to let go. After waiting for a while, she felt that just holding it like this was not enough, so Lan Xichen didn't respond. When I came over, I grabbed the coolness and applied it to my face.

No matter how good-looking a man's hands are, they are definitely a bit rough compared to women's, not to mention that Lan Xichen's hands are not only for holding a pen and flute, but also for holding a sword.

When the back of his hand was pressed against Meng Yao's hot but soft cheek, Lan Xichen felt as if there was a numbness, gradually spreading from his fingers, palms and arms to all parts of his body, his whole heart was about to jump out of his chest , the soft touch was not like skin, but like a hot potato. He worked hard and hard, restraining the unspeakable excitement and shame in his heart, and wanted to withdraw his hand away from her face.

However, when he moved a little, Meng Yao sensed his intention, and she tightened her strength to hold his hand tighter. She was afraid that one hand would not be able to grasp it, so the other hand stretched out from under the quilt and held it down. He pulled his wrist hard, and simply turned sideways and stuffed his entire big hand under his cheek to press it down.

Probably smelling a familiar scent, Meng Yao murmured vaguely, "Second brother, don't let it move..."

The calloused palm completely wrapped her hot little face, and there was also her hot little hand under the back of her hand. Coupled with her soft "command" like a baby, Lan Xichen didn't care at all. Dare and don't want to move.

Seemingly feeling that the coolness under her face did not intend to leave, Meng Yao's hand that was pressing on his wrist relaxed a little, from a tight press to a light clasp.If Meng Yao is still awake at this time, she will definitely be able to find the frantically beating veins on her wrist immediately.

Lan Xichen lowered his eyes, looking at her expression that seemed to be satisfied and much more comfortable, the so-called "men and women can't kiss each other", and the so-called elegance, all seemed to be moving away from him.

"Just to take care of A-Yao", "As long as A-Yao is comfortable", "As long as A-Yao is happy", "No one will see anyway"... Anyway, our righteous Zewu-jun now only has self-deception left in his mind, oh, and that from the beginning Once popular, the shame of smoking is all that is missing.

An ancient poem said it well, "Lovesickness will know when to meet each other, and it is embarrassing at this night"... The first sentence does not match, but the latter sentence perfectly describes Lan Xichen's mood at this time.

So when Xue Yang rushed back after taking the medicine, he saw Lan Xichen still sitting upright by the bed, holding a towel in his left hand, as if ready to wipe Meng Yao's sweat at any time, but his face seemed a little redder than before.Of course, Xue Yang didn't care about his state (Yangyang, you'll regret it!), so he glanced at him and nervously looked towards the bed.

At this moment, Meng Yao was lying flat on the bed, tightly covered by the quilt, compared to the flushed cheeks and uncomfortable expression just now, she seemed to be better, she looked much more stable.Xue Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

Lan Xichen wiped Meng Yao's forehead again with a towel, turned around and saw Xue Yang staring at Meng Yao, holding the herbal medicine in his hand, and said, "Chengmei, why are you still standing there? The west side is the kitchen, go quickly Make the medicine, you can rest assured that I will take care of Ayao."

No, he always felt that something was wrong, and he was not at ease.Xue Yang hesitated and didn't want to leave.

"Go! Ah Yao is still burning!" Lan Xichen urged, frowning.

Well, on the surface, he still has to listen to what this cheap master says, and Ayao really has to leave someone to take care of her.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Xue Yang took the medicine and turned to go to the kitchen.

Xue Yang who turned around didn't know, Lan Xichen kept looking at the direction he was leaving until he could no longer hear his footsteps, then heaved a long sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at his wide sleeves The slightly arched area on the side of the covered bedding.

Under the tightly covered quilt, the fingers of both hands were interlocked and tightly overlapped.

Lan Xichen felt that in order to prevent Xue Yang from seeing the strangeness, he really exerted all his strength to hold down Meng Yao's hand, which had been trying to grab his hand and stick it to his face. He should be lucky. , as soon as Xue Yang came in, Meng Yao, who had been fidgeting around, quieted down obediently.However, despite this, Lan Xichen's shameful heart may still be swallowed up by his subconscious behavior (mei).

Feeling the warmth of intertwined fingers in the quilt, the desperately suppressed shame finally rushed to his head again. Lan Xichen's whole face flushed red, and his warm eyes slowly moved to Meng Yao's face. At this moment, he finally understood clearly in his heart. I understand that my heart has silently fallen on this unconscious little girl in front of me at some point.