Transmigrated to become the Tyrant's Male Concubine

Wen Chi thought for a while before he remembered that he had indeed said such a thing, and he had indeed left here, but after he walked out, he found that the scenery here was extremely beautiful, but it was also extremely remote, with a cliff in front and woods in the back.

Wen Chi walked in the woods for a long time without seeing a single person. Even if he was a lonely ghost, he would be afraid, so he came back in despair after a circle.

But he will never admit his cowardice!

"What are you looking at? If I went to other places, wouldn't you be the only one left here?" Wen Chi raised his chin confidently with his waist in his arms, "Your parents and those two dumb maids are both I don't like to talk to you, only I am willing to talk to you mercifully, now that I'm gone, you probably won't even have a single person to talk to."

Shi Ye said without turning his head, "It's not rare."

"Hey! You kid, your words are too unpleasant!"

Wen Chi walked to the cabinet angrily, and stared at Shi Ye who was changing clothes with wide almond eyes. He made a gesture and tapped Shi Ye's forehead, but it was a pity that he couldn't touch it.

Shi Ye had long been used to his rough hands and feet, without even raising his eyelids, he took off his clothes expressionlessly.

Wen Chi clicked his tongue, leaned on the wardrobe with his arms folded, and looked up and down Shi Ye's thin and thin body.

For some reason, Shi Ye is only seven or eight years old, but he has several old wounds on his body, which are hidden in a relatively hidden location. If Wen Chi, who was free to grow mushrooms, looked carefully, he really wouldn't have discovered that Shi Ye had suffered so much. hurt.

"Honestly speaking, how did you get the injury on your body? It doesn't look like you were bumped, but it looks like you were beaten..."

Before Wen Chi could finish his sentence, Shi Ye pulled off the new one with a poker face, and also covered up those old wounds tightly.

Wen Chi was speechless for a while, remembering how he always put his hot face on the child's cold butt like a licking dog during this period of time, he was really angry and wronged.

"I still care about you!" Wen Chi said angrily, "Have you ever seen me care about others so much?"

Shi Ye was arranging the changed clothes. Hearing this, he lightly raised his eyelids: "Isn't it because only I can see you?"

"..."

Wen Chi was speechless.

That's definitely part of the reason... well, it's 100% the reason.

But that's not important, getting together is fate, and fate made them meet, but this kid treats him with such a bad attitude, it's really deceiving!

Wen Chi here is about to turn into a puffer fish, but Shi Ye over there acts as if nothing happened, washes his hands and feet with water from outside, and then goes to bed to lie down.

When Wen Chi exhausted his breath and moved over, Shi Ye had already closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

It's just that Shi Ye didn't seem to be sleeping soundly, his crow-feather-like eyelashes kept trembling, and the corners of his mouth were pursed extremely tightly.

Just now Wen Chi noticed that Shi Ye's face was flushed abnormally, now he looked carefully, and saw that the flush on Shi Ye's face had spread to the base of his ears.

Wen Chi stared at Shi Ye for a while, then suddenly realized something, and cautiously reached out to touch Shi Ye's face.

It's a pity that his hand passed directly across Shi Ye's face.

Wen Chi had no choice but to shout: "Child? You seem to have a fever. I can't help you if I can't touch you. Go find your parents yourself."

Shi Ye's long eyelashes trembled twice, and after a long while, he opened his eyes with difficulty, his distracted eyes slowly focused on Wen Chi's face, and he said, "Leave me alone."

Wen Chi almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. It was because he was kind-hearted, or else he was too lazy to care whether this rude child lived or died, but his kindness was taken as a donkey's liver and lungs: "I don't want to care about you, I still don't care about you. It’s not because I’m afraid that you will die in front of me, although I have lost my memory, I have not lost my principles, and I am not a person who will refuse to save you.”

Once Wen Chi became anxious, he would chatter non-stop.

Shi Ye slowly closed his eyes amidst his chirping voice.

"Hey! Why did you fall asleep again?" Wen Chi shouted, "You can't go on like this. You still need to see a doctor and take medicine to recover from your illness. Go find your parents while you still have strength."

Shi Ye closed his eyes and said, "That man is not my father."

Wen Chi was confused: "Huh?"

Shi Ye said in a cold tone: "He is my uncle, my mother's twin brother."

"..." Wen Chiying was caught off guard by this sudden reversal, he was strangely silent for a while, and then asked weakly, "That woman must be your mother, right?"

Shi Ye hummed.

Wen Chi was embarrassed.

Not to mention that the twin brothers and sisters don't look alike at all, in terms of their words and deeds, how can they look like twin brothers and sisters?Obviously more like an old couple.

In Wen Chi's perception, ordinary brothers and sisters don't kiss between the eyebrows or rub each other's ears from time to time like them, and the atmosphere between them feels ambiguous no matter how you look at it.

But Shi Ye has said so, and it is impossible to be false. Although Shi Ye's temper is too cold, he is not a person who can joke about this kind of thing.

Maybe I really think too much...

"Really? Hahahahahaha..." Wen Chi scratched his head, trying to hide his embarrassment with a dry laugh, "It seems that your mother and your uncle have a really good relationship."

Shi Ye didn't respond, and he didn't know if he was asleep or simply didn't want to talk to him.

Wen Chi urged him a few more times, but Shi Ye remained indifferent. Afterwards, Wen Chi said he was tired and didn't bother to talk anymore, so he walked around the room bored - many times he couldn't touch the bed and chairs, so he just walked around the room. Being able to stand or walk, fortunately, as a lonely ghost, he didn't feel tired, otherwise his legs would have been useless.

In the middle of the night, after Wen Chi's countless attempts, he was finally able to touch the bed again.

Wen Chi lightly lay down on Shi Ye's side, because the area Shi Ye vacated was not large, Wen Chi lay on his side facing Shi Ye in order not to fall off the bed.

He and Shi Ye were very close, if Shi Ye opened his eyes, he could see his face close at hand.

It was also because of the short distance that he was able to feel Shi Ye's difficulty in breathing so clearly. Shi Ye's thin lips were slightly parted, and every time he exhaled was extremely heavy, his chest rose and fell violently.

Wen Chi looked at Shi Ye's face for a moment, and suddenly realized that he didn't like Shi Ye who was sick at all. He would rather Shi Ye liven up his life and scold him with a cold face, and he didn't want Shi Ye to be so uncomfortable.

Wen Chi got out of bed, and tentatively touched the water basin that Shi Ye put on the shelf, and he was able to touch it!

Even the veil that Shi Ye put on the edge of the water basin could touch it!

Wen Chi immediately beamed with joy, tapped the water in the sink with his fingertips, it was cold water, unexpectedly Shi Ye had been washing with cold water these days, Wen Chi was surprised for a moment, and felt a little complicated for a while.

He wet the veil with water and placed it on Shi Ye's forehead.

However, it didn't take long for the veil to be warmed up by Shi Ye's forehead.

Wen Chi had to re-wet the veil with water every once in a while, but fortunately he could always touch the water basin and the veil. Not only did he not feel tired from running around, but he became more enriched—at least he had something to do.

For the rest of the time, he lay on the side of the bed and looked at Shi Ye's sleeping face.

He always thought that Shi Ye looked familiar, he should be someone he knew before his death, and even had a good relationship with him, but whenever he guessed like this, Shi Ye would ruthlessly break his fantasy.

Hey……

What a kid.

He was still an arrogant and difficult child.

Wen Chi was engrossed in his thoughts, until he felt a hand touch his head, then he suddenly came back to his senses, and the next moment he met a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Shi Ye didn't know when he opened his eyes, and was looking at him intently.

Wen Chi stared blankly at Shi Ye for a moment, then looked up and landed on Shi Ye's hand resting on his head.

"Damn it!" Wen Chi was so excited that he wanted to stand up, but he was afraid of shaking Shi Ye's hands. He lay down on the bedside carefully, trying to keep still, but his whole face was flushed with excitement. , "Can you touch me? You can touch me!"

Shi Ye didn't speak, his expression and eyes were very calm, his hand resting on Wen Chi's head moved slightly, as if stroking Wen Chi's hair down.

Wen Chi subconsciously rubbed his head against Shi Ye's hand, and he tried his best to suppress the joy that had already boiled in his heart, but he still couldn't help laughing out: "Hahahahaha that's great, you can finally meet me, then Did I also meet you..."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped Shi Ye's cheek with his fingertips.

Soft and glutinous to the touch.

Warm and warm to the touch.

Familiar yet strangely familiar...

In an instant, Wen Chi's tears wet his eyes.

Shi Ye seemed to be startled by his sudden sadness, and hastily withdrew his hand on his head, a seldom flash of panic flashed in his usually indifferent eyes.

"why are you crying?"

Wen Chi realized his gaffe, and felt so ashamed for the first time, he quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, forced the corners of his mouth to smile and said, "It's nothing, I just miss the old days when I was a human being."

Shi Ye said ruthlessly: "You don't even have the memory of being a human being, so what do you miss?"

Wen Chi: "..."

This damn child, if you can't speak, just sew your mouth shut.

So Wen Chi was angry again.

He was often angry with Shi Ye, but his anger came and went quickly, Shi Ye ignored him, it would be fine for him to be angry by himself for a while, and soon he would stick to Shi Ye again like a dog's skin plaster.

To put it in a very humble way, Wen Chi is used to Shi Ye's ignoring him, but so what?Only Shi Ye can see him here, if he doesn't cling to Shi Ye, he will digest the loneliness of being alone.

Wen Chi tapped Shi Ye's cheek twice with his fingertips as if venting his anger, and before Shi Ye could react, he quickly slipped to the desk and stuck out his tongue at Shi Ye: "Hey, are you angry?" ?”

Shi Ye stared at him silently, then turned his head and closed his eyes: "Childish."

Wen Chichou put his hands on his hips shamelessly: "I'm just naive."

Shi Ye was too lazy to talk to him.

Wen Chi had nothing to do, so he stood alone by the desk and sulked—on the one hand, he was angry at Shi Ye for being unreasonable, and on the other hand, he was angry that he couldn't touch the desk and the chair, so he could only stand there.

After standing for a while, a voice came from Shi Ye: "Come here."

Wen Chi snorted, he didn't go over, he was not a puppy who would come and go when he was recruited, why should he obediently listen to Shi Ye?

She thought that Shi Ye would calm down without getting a response, but Shi Ye was struggling to sit up from the bed.

Shi Ye still had a fever, and his head was dizzy. It took him a lot of effort to hold up half of his body, and he looked extremely weak.

Seeing this, Wen Chi instantly regretted it, thinking why did he care about a seven or eight-year-old child?So he rushed over and firmly supported Shi Ye to lie down.

"What are you doing? You have such a severe fever, so stop messing around." Wen Chi blew his beard and stared, quite paternalistic. Since he knew Shi Ye, it was the first time he lost his temper at Shi Ye, "Who made you Don’t want to find a doctor? Then go through it slowly.”

Shi Ye was lying on the bed, looking at Wen Chi with ignorant eyes.

Wen Chi's heart softened, and he sighed, picked up the handkerchief that fell on the pillow, wet it with water, and put it on Shi Ye's forehead again: "Let's see if this can reduce the fever, if not, you still have to find your mother and you tomorrow." Let me tell you, your body is more important than your face."

Shi Ye closed his eyes: "Yes."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly said, "Come up and rest."

Wen Chi never dreamed that such words would come from Shi Ye's mouth, and he couldn't help being taken aback: "What did you say?"

Shi Ye stopped talking again, but patted the intentionally vacated space next to him with his hand.

Wen Chi belatedly understood the meaning of Shi Ye's words. He couldn't hold back the corners of his upturned mouth. He pretended to be reserved for a moment, then climbed onto the bed with hands and feet and lay down beside Shi Ye.

The bed is just right for two people lying side by side.

Wen Chi didn't feel sleepy, and could only stare blankly at the top of the bed in a daze.

Suddenly, Shi Ye's low voice sounded next to his ear: "Thank you for taking care of me."

At this moment, all the grievances and dissatisfaction in Wen Chi's heart disappeared.

Speaking of which, Shi Ye's physique is really peculiar.

When he woke up, his fever subsided and he recovered from his illness. He looked like a normal person, and he became the unsmiling little cool guy he used to be.

Brother Xiaoku is very busy, with a full day's schedule, Wen Chi doesn't want to run around with him, so he stays in the house for longer and longer.

Sometimes Wen Chi could come across real objects, so he fumbled through Shi Ye's books and picture scrolls.

Shi Ye not only learned a good handwriting, but also drew a good picture. Those lifelike characters and scenery did not seem to be drawn by a seven or eight-year-old child. Wen Chi read it over and over again. They all clicked their tongues in shock.

Facing Wen Chi's exaggerated reaction, Shi Ye asked calmly, "You don't know how?"

Wen Chi choked for a moment, thinking that not everyone knows how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he, a salted fish, only knows how to eat, drink and have fun.

But such embarrassing words would definitely not come out of his mouth. After thinking about it, he said stubbornly, "Of course I can. Isn't it easy to do something as simple as drawing?"

Shi Ye glanced at Wen Chi who was blushing because of lying, spread out a blank piece of paper without saying a word, and began to drip water to rub the ink.

Wen Chi asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Shi Ye didn't even raise his head: "Of course I'm giving you a chance to show off."

Wen Chi: "..."

Is it too late for him to regret it now?

As it turned out, it was too late, Shi Ye polished the ink skillfully, and made a gesture of invitation to Wen Chi.

At this moment, Wen Chi was already on the verge of riding a tiger, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the paintbrush, dipped in some black ink, stood in front of the desk, meditated on the blank paper, rolled up his sleeves and started to write.

After only a cup of tea, Wen Chi finished a painting.

Wen Chi put down his brush and stood beside him silently.

Shi Ye walked up, glanced at the content of the painting, his expression suddenly became indescribable, he glanced at Wen Chi complicatedly, then at the painting, and tentatively asked, "This is...a chicken?"

"..." Wen Chi's face darkened, "This is Phoenix."