Floating Life Half Awake GL

Looking at Xia Lan's eyes that were almost pleading, Lin Yan was full of self-blame and distress, and almost couldn't control himself, he reached out and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

"Um"

In the end, Lin Yan just looked into Xia Lan's eyes, nodded very seriously and solemnly.

"Not next time"

Xia Lan smiled immediately, although there was a glimmer of water in this smile.

"How do you feel now? Where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

Lin Yan shook his head slightly, and gave Xia Lan a reassuring look.

But Xia Lan's two fingers had already touched Lin Yan's wrist, and she frowned carefully.

Ever since Cen Nan turned into Lin Yan, from a girl to a boy, and took up the burden of the Pingnan Palace, he was doomed that from now on, he could not be cured if he was sick, and he could only endure the pain.

But Xia Lan couldn't bear it, so she began to learn medicine by herself, so that Lin Yan could get timely and effective treatment when she was hurt.

Xia Lan was originally intelligent and studious. After so many years, she has become a good doctor with superb medical skills, and she is also Lin Yan's exclusive doctor.

"The heart rate is occasionally irregular, and the breathing is not smooth, but do you feel chest tightness and shortness of breath?"

Looking at Xia Lan's gentle eyes that were "obedient and seductive", Lin Yan's heart beat more and more chaotically. He quickly opened his eyes and said with a forced calm, "A little bit, but the feeling is, still, good."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a slight coolness covering his forehead, Lin Yan suddenly suffocated his breath, and heard his own heart beating like a drum.

"There is no sign of fever. Apart from today, when have you ever felt chest tightness?"

With the promise ahead, Lin Yan didn't dare to hide anything, so he could only honestly say, "I often feel this way when I practice martial arts."

After Xia Lan frowned and thought for a moment, she glanced at Lin Yan with a complicated expression, "Follow me back to the room."

With a restless heart, he followed Xia Lan, only to find that he was returning to his own room.

Xia Lan turned around suddenly, and Lin Yan, who was not paying attention, almost ran into him head-on.

Fortunately, he stopped in time, and only half of his breath was relieved. He watched Xia Lan slightly leaning over her chest, and Lin Yan's heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt his waist loosen, and Xia Lan's soft voice sounded next to his ears.

"Yan'er feels tight in his chest and can't breathe, it must be because his chest is too tight."

"..."

Lin Yan reacted for a while before he understood the meaning of Xia Lan's words, and his face turned red immediately.

Seeing that Xia Lan was about to reach out to untie his shirt, Lin Yan hurriedly stopped and stammered, "Lan, sister, it's better... I will do it myself".

As soon as Xia Lan raised her head upon hearing the words, she met Lin Yan's wandering eyes and nodded slightly, but the faint disappointment couldn't be concealed deep in her eyes.

Seeing Xia Lan turned her back, Lin Yanfang breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her back too, and began to untie the tie of her middle coat.

"Loosen the strips"

"Um"

Lin Yan relaxed a little according to his words, and sure enough, even breathing felt much easier.

"Why are you tied so tightly?"

When the cool fingertips suddenly brushed across the skin behind his back lightly, Lin Yan's whole body was covered with goose bumps, and he didn't dare to move at all.

"From now on in the mansion, don't tie this up"

Xia Lan's voice was very soft, and even in my ears, there was a sense of erratic.

Looking at the thin back of the person in front of him, but the tightly wrapped white cloth on the chest, Xia Lan's whole heart was pinched in one place, aching.

The age of the [-]th Five-Year is just like a flowery time. It should be pretty and charming, smiling like a flower in the crowd, looking up at the starry sky, and looking forward to your own future.

At the age of fourteen and five years, when he was leaving the cabinet, he should have been waiting in the boudoir with anxiety, waiting for the matchmaker to step through the threshold, imagining what the future husband he had never met would look like.

But her Yan'er, wrapped in thick cloth strips like this every day, wielding knives and guns, is just at the age of growth, and when the weather is hot, he will feel chest tightness and shortness of breath.

Her Yan'er is obviously a girl with outstanding charm, but she has to disguise herself as a man and live in fear, and spends her days with men in the military camp.

The immature shoulders not only have to provoke the huge Pingnan palace, but also take care of the safety of the people in Pingnan, not only to prevent the enemy's iron hooves from invading, but also to deal with all kinds of difficulties from the court.

Obviously, she should grow up carefree, but her Yan'er gave this carefree to her Tonger, but she chose to carry forward in the thorny and dangerous land...

There was silence for a while, "Sister Lan, this is my own choice."

From the beginning of our acquaintance, we have had this wonderful tacit understanding, or in other words, telepathy, even if you don't say anything, I also know what you think in your heart.

But the more so, Xia Lan felt more and more sad. In the final analysis, it was not because of her behind this choice.But every time Fan Yaner is willing, it is because of her...

The emotions that had been buried deep in my heart suddenly surged out, unconsciously blurring my vision and blurring the person in front of me.

Until a touch of warmth gently held the fingertips, at that moment, both of them trembled.

"Sister Lan"

The four eyes met, although Lin Yan in Xia Lan's eyes was a little blurry, but the warmth and affection in those quiet black eyes had penetrated directly into the eyes and the bottom of my heart.

"I am very happy now, and I feel very, happy, as long as Lan"

"Mother, brother, you"

The door of the room was pushed open with a bang, and then the three of them were all taken aback.

Leng Yantong didn't seem to expect to see such a scene, her brother's clothes were half down to his waist, with a white cloth loosely wrapped around his chest, standing opposite to his mother, and standing so close.

The elder brother's right hand was still holding the mother's left hand, and the two looked at each other. The elder brother's eyes were still tender and affectionate that she had never seen before...

Seeing the sudden appearance of Leng Yantong, Xia Lan pulled out her hand belatedly, and Lin Yan who reacted quickly arranged her clothes in a panic.

Leng Yantong blinked, looked at Xia Lan who had closed the door again, and then looked at Lin Yan again.

"Did brother hurt his chest or back? Is it serious?"

While Lin Yan breathed a sigh of relief, just as he was about to deny it, he suddenly thought of something and took off his coat. After looking at each other with Xia Lan, he turned and walked in front of Leng Yantong.

"Tong'er, there is something, I think, it's time to tell you..."

But after a while, the door opened again, and Leng Yantong rushed out, still shouting, "No! Impossible! You lied to me!".

"Tong'er!" Lin Yan raised his leg and wanted to catch up, but Xia Lan held down his arm, "Yan'er, let me go."

When Xia Lan rushed to Leng Yantong's room, the door was already closed, and there was still crying from inside.

After dismissing the servants, he raised his hand and knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, but there was no response, he pushed the door open and went in.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Leng Yantong crying on the bedside. Xia Lan walked gently to the edge of the bed and sat down. She stretched out her hand and stroked her back.

Until the crying stopped, Leng Yantong's emotions gradually calmed down, then she sat up slowly, turned around, and looked at her with teary eyes.

Xia Lan stretched out her hand and gently smoothed the strands of curled hair from her temples, "Tong'er should be sad, after all, she is someone I like."

Leng Yantong suddenly opened her eyes wide, and then her face flushed red, "Mother~".

"However, if you are sad, you are sad, but Tong'er can't blame Yan'er."

"mother…"

Her bright eyes sank slightly, and her complex emotions finally turned into a light sigh.

"If you want to blame, blame your mother, and your father..."

On this day, Xia Lan and Leng Yantong talked a lot about the Pingnan Palace, about Lin Yan, her father, and herself...

Since you want to be frank, you should make it clear thoroughly. You must know that half-knowledge is often the deadliest thing.

All that needs to be said has been said, and the next thing can only be seen by Leng Yantong.

At dinner that night, Leng Yantong did not appear in the dining room, neither did Lin Yan, only Xia Lan was alone.

Being so deserted, Xia Lan also had no appetite, so after taking a few sips at will, they were all withdrawn.

At dinner the next day, it was the same scene again.

Xia Lan didn't say anything, so she went straight to Leng Yantong's room.

At that time, Leng Yantong was sitting at the table in a daze.

"Hitomi"

Leng Yantong was taken aback, "Mother".

"Why don't you have dinner?"

Leng Yantong couldn't help lowering her head under Xia Lan's gaze, "I'm not hungry".

However, in two days, Leng Yantong seemed to have lost a lot of weight, "How can I do without eating, even if Tong'er is not hungry, isn't she afraid that Yan'er will be so hungry? Yan'er was tired after a day in the army."

Leng Yantong frowned slightly, and asked Chi Chi, "Brother, hasn't she gone for dinner?".

"Yan'er must be afraid that she will go by herself, and Tong'er feels embarrassed, how could she go there?"

"..."

"Can't Tong'er forgive Yan'er?"

After a stick of incense, he came down and appeared in Lin Yan's small courtyard.

Seeing that the study room was lit with fire, he went straight to the study room.

When he arrived at the door, he saw the person who was thinking about something with frowning behind the desk, and the food he ordered was placed on the table beside him without moving a muscle.

With a sigh, he stepped in, "Yan'er".

"..."

"Yaner"

Hearing the sound, he raised his head, and the person he was thinking of was actually in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but his eyes lit up, but he still suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and stood up, "Sister Lan, why did you come here?"

Xia Lan smiled softly, "Why, can't I come over?".

"Of course not." Inexplicably, Lin Yan became a little nervous, fearing that Xia Lan would notice something, so he quickly looked away.

“Nothing to eat at all”

Lin Yan turned his head and saw the food on the table, "Oh, that, I was fascinated by it for a while, I forgot, I will eat now."

"The food is cold, let's eat it hot"

Xia Lan stretched out her hand to hold Lin Yan's arm, and asked the servants to bring the food down and warm it up before bringing it back.

Looking at the black and blue eyes of the person in front of him, and his tired face, "But I didn't sleep well last night."

"It's okay," Lin Yan gave Xia Lan a reassuring smile.

"Come and sit down"

Lin Yan was pulled by Xia Lan to sit down in front of the chair, and then felt his eyes darkened, and when he looked up again, Xia Lan had already walked up to her, raised his hands, and then gently rubbed her temples with his fingertips.

The distance is so close that you can embrace it with just a lift of your hand.

But what Lin Yan had was just a heart that was about to move, smelling the faint fragrance, eyes that had nowhere to rest.

"Sister Lan"

One raised his head, the other lowered his head, "Huh?".

"Tonger, how is it?"

"She will figure it out, don't worry," Xia Lan gave Lin Yan a reassuring look.

But Lin Yan still couldn't help blaming herself, "I'm sorry, Sister Lan, I".

"Yaner"

Seeing Xia Lan's serious expression suddenly, Lin Yan just belatedly realized that before he knew it, those three words blurted out again.

"Sister Lan, right, me"

It was obviously not her fault, but she insisted on taking it on her. Looking at the self-blame, apology and guilt, Xia Lan only felt a pain in her heart.

He didn't say anything, just hugged Lin Yan's head lightly, and carried him into his arms.