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In the end, Xanthium was carried by Lang Ling into the carriage going to Tingfeng Pavilion.Of course, Chi Sui walked along the way.

But that guy has always been a person who doesn't know what to do, except that he will show up on time every night when he settles down in the inn to boil a bowl of bitter medicine for cocklebur, and he is almost invisible.

Langling has long been accustomed to acting like a friend, but Chi Sui disappeared after eating dinner and cooking medicine, and the cocklebur was so weak that he couldn't even hold a bowl, so the burden of feeding the medicine naturally fell on him .

Holding a bowl of jet-black medicinal juice, Lang Ling resignedly pushed open the door of the wing room, and while walking in, was thinking in distress what reason to use to persuade that stubborn guy to drink the medicine.

Xanthium was sitting on the bed, looking at the window for a long time, as if admiring the scenery.However, the window was not opened at all, because it was closed tightly so that even the wind could not get in.

Langling coughed lightly, and Cocklebur paused for a while, then slowly turned her head and looked up at him slightly.

Lang Ling sighed softly, sat on the edge of the bed, and handed the medicine to his lips: "Drink the medicine."

He thought it was another difficult tug-of-war, but to his surprise, Xanthium just frowned slightly when he smelled the strong smell of medicine, and then drank it all in one gulp without changing his face. He didn't even ask him to say a word about the whole bowl of decoction, which made Lang Ling wonder if he really drank the bowl of medicine.

But he didn't even have a place to cover up to pour out the bowl of medicine—Lang Ling finally got a little jealous of his unpredictable assassination methods, so she found a black bunt for him, and replaced it with a navy blue robe with wide sleeves.

This is a strange thing, Lang Ling thought.Everyone else's will is weakest when they are in a coma, but this guy is vigilant when he is in a coma, but after waking up, he obediently acts like a young man who is ignorant of the world and easily trusts others, doing whatever he asks him to do.

Then he changed his mind and realized: yes, it is only his true nature that was exposed when he was in a coma. When he woke up, he was probably thinking about something, and he knew that he didn't have to bother him so much, so he pretended He had to suffer so resignedly that he was willing to drink the medicine obediently.

It's a pity that no matter how well-behaved he looks, it's just a biting poisonous snake pretending to be.

Thinking of this, Lang Ling felt a little regretful unconsciously.

He didn't know what he regretted, but seeing that the medicine bowl was empty, and remembering Chi Sui's advice, "Maybe some fever", he put down the bowl, and naturally put his hand on the forehead of the cocklebur to test the temperature.

Cocklebur trembled slightly, but did not flinch after all.

Langling pressed her palm firmly against his forehead as she wished, and then she was surprised to find that the skin under her palm was icy cold, not only did she not have a fever, but her body temperature was a little lower than that of ordinary people.

"What's going on?" Lang Ling frowned and murmured, "It shouldn't be."

Xanthium didn't know what he was talking about, and softly made a nasal sound that expressed doubts: "Huh?"

"Is it cold?" Lang Ling put down her hand and felt his pulse, but found nothing.

Cocklebur was taken aback, then shook his head.

"Nothing." He said calmly, "The exercises are cold."

Lang Ling didn't want to ask more questions about this kind of personal privacy, so she had to guard him for a while, and before leaving, she secretly thought about buying more warm clothes for him.

... To be honest, the master of Tingfeng Pavilion never thought that the number one killer in the world could save such things simply - the navy blue suit is dark in color, although it won't turn white after washing, but some The color of the place is obviously lighter, and you can't see it when it is dark, and it looks very abrupt when the sky is bright.

It really made the always low-key and extravagant Master Master feel shocked, especially after Xan'er casually mentioned that he only had two sets of clothes including that one.

It's a pity that before his idea was put into action, the situation of Xanthium was not right.

It has to be said that Chi Sui's "poisonous phoenix" title really buried his excellent medical skills for no reason.That night, Xanthium came up with a fever just as he predicted, and the symptoms were not mild. Cold sweat dripped down from Dou Da, but the fever did not subside, and the fever lasted all night.

Langling only learned the news when Chi Sui picked her up in the middle of the night, and the Xanthium had burned for an hour or two at that time.He was worried that the man would burn something bad, so he put on his clothes and hurried to the cocklebur room, but as soon as he entered the room, he saw the man sitting in the darkness, still in the posture of looking at the scenery during the day, but There were thin traces of sweat sinking into the collar along his neck, and under the light of the candle he held in his hand, from time to time, a little light slipped down the trace, adding another trace of water on the thin neck.

Langling put the lit candle on the candlestick, turned to look at Xanthium, and Xanthium also sensed the light, and looked at Langling.

This should be a stare, if there is no black cloth blindfolded.

Lang Ling was thinking aimlessly, looking at Xanthium carefully by the dim candlelight.

The high body temperature made the porcelain-white skin of cockleburs blush. I don't know if it was the effect of the medicine, but his lips also recovered a lot of blood. Although his forehead was covered with cold sweat, he looked better than when he didn't have a fever. Be more energetic, no longer so dying, and have a poppy-like bewitching charm under the half-covered darkness.

Like an evildoer who can only confuse people's hearts.

However, Lang Ling frowned fiercely, her eyes were only staring at the vertical and horizontal watermarks and the cold sweat on the man's head, feeling a little blocked in her heart.

How stubborn.he thinks.No matter how uncomfortable I was, I never told anyone.

He went out without saying a word, and after a while came in with a basin of water and a towel.Before Xanth was surprised, he went straight to the bed, put the copper basin containing water on the small table, washed the towel, and wiped Xanth's face.

Cocklebur couldn't figure out what he was going to do, subconsciously wanted to hide back, but ignored his body condition that was sore and weak due to fever. into his arms.

Xanth froze for a moment, but miraculously relaxed soon, and leaned his head on Langling's chest proactively and docilely.

This is to make sure that I will not hurt him.

The thought flashed by, Langling exhaled lightly, expelled those unnecessary distracting thoughts, took a towel, and slowly and gently wiped off the sweat on Xan'er's forehead and neck.

He controlled the strength very well, and the soft towel was wiped with the temperature of just soaking in hot water, making people relax unconsciously even if they were not addicted to it.

Xanthium let him wipe her cheeks, trying to show a relaxed posture that ordinary people should have.He pretended so much that Lang Ling couldn't tell whether it was true or false, but based on the understanding of the past few days and a kind of intuition, he felt a little illusory.

It's pretending again.

For some reason, Lang Ling thought so firmly in her heart.

Then he froze for a moment, and realized that he had more and more miscellaneous thoughts about cocklebur, and he had a tendency to be out of control.

Maybe it's rare to meet such an interesting person.

As he thought about it, he didn't pay much attention to it, and quickly put that strange feeling behind him.

The cocklebur was obviously still suffering from the fever, and the cold sweat kept dripping down, but he just frowned slightly, pursed his lips tightly, and did not show any weak look.

Lang Ling appreciates his perseverance, so she is extra patient with him.He wiped all the sweat from Xanth's face and neck, then naturally went to untie his robe, intending to wipe his body.

He had figured out that as long as it was not life-threatening, cocklebur would not refuse, and it would be useless to ask, so he simply omitted this step and acted according to his heart.

As expected, cocklebur didn't ask too much.He even helped Lang Ling take off his clothes to the best of his ability, exposing a large area of ​​skin.

He was still buried in Lang Ling's arms, so from Lang Ling's angle, he could see the clearly visible ridges on his back, and the protruding shoulder blades due to his thinness.

This was supposed to be a lively scene, but Lang Ling's eyes were clear, and she looked at it all over, thinking why this person is so thin, could it be that Gu Moling is short of food and drink for him?

Well, in the eyes of the master of the pavilion, the somewhat slender figure of Xanthium is purely "so thin that only a handful of bones are left", and there is not much flesh.

I don't know if it was because she had treated each other with sincerity before, Lang Ling didn't feel awkward doing these jobs of serving people for the first time.He wiped the whole body of cocklebur carefully, threw the towel back to the copper basin, wrapped the person in the quilt, and stood up: "Wrap it tightly, don't catch a cold, I'll bring you another set of clothes .”

He put Xanthium back on the bed, subconsciously pulled the corner of the quilt, and looked up at him, blankly like a small animal that had been left behind.

Looking at him like this, Lang Ling felt inexplicably guilty.

"...what's the matter?" he said hesitantly.

Cocklebur moved her lips: "You..."

Then he seemed to realize something, shook his head slightly, stuffed himself under the quilt, and said muffledly: "It's nothing."

Lang Ling looked at him suspiciously, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly said: "You don't think I want to...?"

Cocklebur didn't speak, it was a tacit agreement.

"You...you..." Langling really couldn't laugh or cry, she didn't know what to say about this person: "How could you think of such a thing? Am I that anxious person in your eyes?"

Not to mention that this guy is still sick and has a fever. If he really has such thoughts, how is he different from a beast?

Xanthium remained silent, and Lang Ling had no way of guessing what mood he was in.

Maybe it's just a flat "oh" after guessing a puzzle that doesn't interest me wrong.

Langling couldn't help but walked up and gently touched Cang'er's forehead: "Don't think about it, it's good to rest. Although I, Langling, am not a good person, I have some bottom lines. If you don't want to, tell me Just one word."

He did this naturally, and he didn't feel how intimate his every move was, like an elder comforting a junior.

And Xanthium was quiet under his palm for a while, and gave a low "hmm".

Langling chuckled, turned around and left, leaving only a fluffy sentence: "Don't catch a cold, I'll fetch your clothes for you."

When the sound of his footsteps disappeared outside the door, Xan'er raised his head and stared in that direction in a daze.

Own will...?

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