White Moonlight Beauty Dressed as a Villain[Transmigration Book]

As soon as the illness came, Lan Qiu could only lie on the bed. Today, Elder Lin, who has gotten better, sent some tonics, and Duan Yixuan accepted it for him.

"Master, drink some medicine." Duan Yixuan put down the bowl in his hand.

The young man was half leaning against the head of the bed, his black hair draped behind him like a waterfall, his delicate and flawless face was extremely pale, his slender eyelashes trembled, hiding a pair of deep black eyes.

He was wearing a white undershirt, which was a bit loose, making his whole body weaker and weaker.

Lan Qiu said indifferently: "No need to drink medicine."

Duan Yixuan pushed the bowl: "You are sick, drinking medicine will make you feel better."

The small bowl on the table was filled with black soup and medicine, with sporadic pieces floating on it.

Before getting close, Lan Qiu could smell the unpleasant and bitter smell.

This thing is scary to look at, and it will be even scarier if you drink it, Lan Qiu complained silently.

"It's okay, it will be fine after a period of cultivation."

Duan Yixuan held up the medicine bowl persistently, "The body is the most important thing."

Lan Qiu is different from other people. Because of his cultivation, monks are always physically strong, and the possibility of getting sick is very small. Even if they get sick, they can recover quickly because of their good physical fitness.

But he can't.

Lan Qiu took a few glances at Duan Yixuan, remained silent, with an obvious attitude.

Duan Yixuan paused for a few seconds, put down the bowl, turned around and went out.

Lan Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Isn't this kind of medicine tormenting people?

Just when he thought he didn't need to drink the medicine, Duan Yixuan came in with another dish.

"It's sweet-scented osmanthus." Duan Yixuan caught a glimpse of Lan Qiu's subtle movements from the corner of his eye.

He felt a little funny in his heart, the little master, who always seemed cold, would not take medicine because he was afraid of suffering.

Lan Qiu clenched her fingertips tightly.

Want to eat QAQ

He lowered his head, unmoved, and pretended to ask: "How is your practice recently?"

Duan Yixuan handed the bowl to Lan Qiu, "As usual."

His eyes dimmed and gradually deepened, and the hand holding the spoon unconsciously exerted force.

Just as weak as ever.

Lan Qiu caught a glimpse of Duan Yixuan's expression, felt awkward for a while, and then reached out to take the bowl.

"You do what you want to do, don't guard me."

He just took a cursory glance, Duan Yixuan made rapid progress, and estimated that he should break through again in about the same time.

Duan Yixuan was stunned for a moment, and when he noticed Lan Qiu's gaze looking at him, he lightly rubbed the fingers hanging by his side.

My heart seemed to be scratched by something soft, and it was a little itchy.

"Okay." He whispered.

Just as he turned around to leave, his sleeve was grabbed again.

In a blink of an eye, Lan Qiu was handing him something.

It is a kit, the pattern on it is exquisite and meticulous, and the fabric it seems to be made of is also high-quality.

"Take it." Lan Qiu said.

His cub seems a little unhappy, can giving him something make him feel better.

Lan Qiu thought silently.

Duan Yixuan was stunned for a moment, a smile appeared on his usually indifferent and handsome face, and the gloom in his eyes was swept away.

Why would anyone be so nice?

Even someone like him can do that.

Duan Yixuan took the kit, and raised his thin lips slightly: "Thank you, Master."

Lan Qiu said coldly: "No need."

...

After Lan Qiu drank the medicine, he fell into a drowsy sleep for a while, with a vague feeling that something touched his cheek.

He frowned, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Someone was sitting by his bed.

The man was dressed in a white robe, tall and tall, with black hair tied together, his profile was firm and stern, and his handsome face was expressionless.

Seeing Lan Qiu opened his eyes, he said, "How is your body?"

Lan Qiu's fever has not subsided, and he half propped himself up and wanted to sit up, but suddenly a hand wrapped around his waist, helping him to sit up.

He paused for a while, and asked, "Why is Peak Master Xu here?"

Xu Youqing drooped his eyelashes slightly, and the look in his eyes was dim and unclear: "I heard that Elder Lan is ill, so I came to visit."

He looked up at Lan Qiu: "Is Elder Lan still in good health?"

Lan Qiu: "It's just a little bit of wind."

The young man's face was flushed abnormally, his black eyes were like a clear black pool, clear to the bottom, the thin wrist exposed from the long sleeves, and the black blood vessels on the back of his hand.

The undershirt is a bit loose, and from Xu Youqing's angle, you can see the jagged and undulating butterfly bones on his back, like the beautiful clavicle of a silver bowl.

Lan Qiu lowered his head and coughed twice, a bloody smell emerged from his throat, his eyes darkened.

"I have some mild tonics over there, and I'll have someone deliver them in the afternoon." Xu Youqing said.

System: "Please warm up the relationship between the host and the male partner."

Lan Qiu: "..."

This day is over.

Lan Qiu hesitated for a while, and said, "Master Xu Feng doesn't have to treat me like this."

Xu Youqing frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

Lan Qiu lowered her eyes, her brows were cold: "If it's because of your body, it doesn't have to be like this, it should be."

Xu Youqing stared straight at Lan Qiu, then bent down suddenly, the tall figure enveloped Lan Qiu, and he was under a shadow.

Lan Qiu was taken aback by his sudden approach, she backed away irrevocably, and bumped into the head of the bed.

The distance between the two is extremely close, as long as Lan Qiu raises his head a little, he can touch the other's cheek, and the whole person seems to be wrapped in his arms.

He suddenly remembered the last time when he suddenly fell into Xu Youqing's arms. He thought it was an accident, but now he had some bad feelings.

He, he hasn't started to seduce yet, how did it become like this QAQ.

Lan Qiu wants to cry but has no tears.

There was a slight change on Xu Youqing's cold face, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Elder Lan probably doesn't mind."

Don't mind a ball.

Lan Qiu thought to herself.

But he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid.

Xu Youqing looked at the young man below him, his face was exquisite and picturesque, his expression was cold and indifferent, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, only a trace of panic could be seen in his eyes.

His heart moved, and his slender fingers with distinct bones caressed Lan Qiu's cheeks. The tentacles felt warm and delicate, so soft that one couldn't help touching them.

Xu Youqing lowered his eyes, hooked his fingertips over a strand of long hair next to his cheek, and looked directly into Lan Qiu's eyes.

The shallow breathing sound was clearly audible between the two, sporadically intertwined, and became ambiguous for no reason.

Lan Qiu's palms were sweating, her throat was tight, and her head was in a mess.

He, he didn't know what to do now.

Say, I don't mean anything to you, but you're a nice guy?

Lan Qiu was afraid of being hacked to death by the system.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door was pushed open, Duan Yixuan was wearing a strong suit, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the appearance of the two people in front of him.

The tall man pressed the young man under his body, stroking the side of his face with one hand, his posture was extraordinarily ambiguous.

Duan Yixuan's pupils shrank, and an abyss-like coldness and uncontrollable hostility filled his eyes for an instant.