The villain master dressed as a sick and charming male protagonist

Zhong Zishu's heart tightened, and he quickly squatted down with the lamp in his hand. With the help of the dim light, he saw clearly the man huddled in the corner under the firewood pile. His face was pale, and his hands were tightly holding the wooden man and the knife, dripping with blood. Yes, looking pitiful and helpless.

"Yan Cangming, Yan Cangming!" Zhong Zishu called out twice, but the man didn't respond.

Zhong Zishu became anxious, put down the candle lamp hastily, and hastily pushed all the firewood aside.

Immediately, he rushed over with a stride, with a tone of anxiety that he had never noticed before: "Yan Cangming, wake up! Wake up!"

But Yan Cangming curled up there all the time, hugging the little wooden figure, without saying a word.

Zhong Zishu was so flustered that he didn't even care about the candle lamp, so he bent down and picked him up.

The advantage of height is there. Even though Zhong Zishu is quite strong, it still feels a little difficult to hold such a big person.

But he couldn't care less, Zhong Zishu gritted his teeth and hugged Yan Cangming, rushed into the room, and put him on the bed.

Strange to say, this courtyard house has more than one room, but Zhong Zishu subconsciously brought Yan Cangming into his room since the first time he came.

be terribly upset……

Zhong Zishu's hair was disheveled, and upon closer inspection, his body was still trembling slightly. His palm touched Yan Cangming's forehead, the temperature was too high, and Zhong Zishu shivered.

Damn!

How could he have forgotten that Yan Cangming was drenched in the rain last night, and the ginger tea he boiled was supposed to be served this morning, who knows...

With a sullen face, Zhong Zishu stretched out his hand to break off the little wooden man and the knife in Yan Cangming's hands, wanting to take them out so that he would not hurt himself again, and then he went to ask the doctor...

who knew...

Yan Cangming suddenly clenched the little wooden figure again, and pulled him closer by the way. Surprised, he raised his eyes to meet a pair of unfathomable black pupils.

Zhong Zishu was taken aback for a moment, and immediately snatched the little wooden man and the knife out. He couldn't hold it steady for a while, and accidentally dropped it on the ground.

Yan Cangming blinked, feeling a little confused, but soon his eyes were red again, and he struggled to get up, trying to pick up the little wooden figure.

Zhong Zishu finally saw clearly the criss-cross wounds on Yan Cangming's hands, his heart suffocated for no reason, and the distressing feeling overwhelmed him, making him unable to control his behavior at all.

Stretching out his hand and holding Yan Cangming's finger, Zhong Zishu's voice trembled slightly: "What are you doing? Are you fucking sick? You don't want your hands anymore, do you? You idiot!"

Yan Cangming was stunned by the scolding, and lowered his head slightly, like a child who made a mistake, stubbornly silent, but looked very wronged.

Zhong Zishu paused for a moment, but he still couldn't help worrying: "You rest first, I'll find a doctor for you."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Zishu wanted to leave, but Yan Cangming couldn't really let him go, so he quickly stretched out his hand and dragged him back.

Before Zhong Zishu could react, he was hugged tightly by the man, his scorching body pressed against his warm body, which made Zhong Zishu's back tense, and Yan Cangming's hot breath and the fragrance The breath quickly invaded his nasal cavity.

I wanted to push it away, but when I raised my hand, I felt a little too nostalgic for this long-lost feeling.

Like, they're supposed to be like this.

"Zi Shu, hug me, I'm so cold..." The man cried with grievance.

Zhong Zishu's heart felt hot, he was silent for a while, and his breathing quickened a bit.In the end, he slowly raised his hand and hugged Yan Cangming's strong waist.

"Zi Shu, I'm so sad..." Yan Cangming didn't let him go, and continued to babble.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Zhong Zishu finally asked.

Yan Cangming half closed his phoenix eyes, his eyes were a bit crazy, but he didn't dare to act like a demon anymore, he just said: "Headache..."

I haven't tasted fishy fish for many years, and it hurts there too.

Zhong Zishu raised his hand silently, rubbing his temples for him, and his tone was unavoidably gentler: "Your high fever doesn't subside, so you don't need to ask the doctor, let me make medicine for you first, okay?"

Yan Cangming was indeed dizzy and uncomfortable, but he didn't want to be separated from Master for a moment.

So he acted like a rascal, and put his arms around Zhong Zishu's neck and said, "Don't go... Zishu don't go anywhere..."

In the Soul Concentrating Lamp, Xunli raised his hand and rubbed his heart as if feeling something, where the beating frequency was almost out of his control.The blood all over his body was expanding, he was excited, nervous, and worried.

This is, Zhong Zishu's heart is in the same vein as him.

No matter how they become estranged in the end, his spirit will never be able to reject Ayan.

I want it just by looking at it, and it hurts to look at it again.

Can't escape...

Xun Li bent his lips silently.

Zhong Zishu grinned, and wanted to push Yan Cangming away, pointing at his nose and yelling, but in the end...

Zhong Zishu just sighed, endured his irritable temper, pushed Yan Cangming's shoulder, stepped back temporarily, turned around under Yan Cangming's aggrieved gaze, and said compromised: "Come on, I'll carry you to the kitchen. "

After finishing speaking, he was still resentful and complained in a low voice: "How old is he, he still looks like a three-year-old child."

Yan Cangming's ears were so sharp, but he couldn't bear Zhong Zishu to really carry him, he just got out of bed silently, and just about to follow, Zhong Zishu roared: "Come on! You're stupid!"

Yan Cangming was startled and looked at Zhong Zishu's back with some horror.

how?Is Master so irritable now?

"If you keep moaning about your mother, get the hell out of here!"

Yan Cangming couldn't slip, using both legs and hands, he jumped onto Zhong Zishu's back immediately, without Zhong Zishu's hands, he stretched out his long legs and wrapped around Zhong Zishu's waist.

Leaning over, kissed Zhong Zishu's side face with one mouthful, pouted his mouth, and said, "Zishu is the best."

Zhong Zishu's legs went limp at first, but after he realized it, his whole face flushed red like a boiled shrimp, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Yan Cangming, if you continue to be so rude..." Zhong Zishu gritted his teeth and warned.

Yan Cangming replied wisely: "I won't do it next time!"

Zhong Zishu: "..." Rogue!

Soon, Zhong Zishu came to the small kitchen with Yan Cangming on his back, and Yan Cangming got off Zhong Zishu's back very consciously, sat on the bench, propped his chin with one hand, and watched his master busily busy for him. Get busy.

As if, it was the days when they were romantic and happy in the devil world.

Although the master in this life no longer wears fluttering white clothes, no matter what set of clothes he wears, he can show his good figure, and no matter from which angle he looks at it, he is still perfect.

Yan Cangming watched almost obsessively, his palms itching.

But he also knew that he could no longer force Zhong Zi to write, otherwise...

He could only squat in the corner pitifully.

Soon, four dishes and one soup were served, along with a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine, which was steaming hot, and the fragrance of the rice was overflowing with the fragrance of the medicine.

Zhong Zishu wiped his hands, bent down, reached out to touch Yan Cangming's forehead, frowned, and said without doubt: "Drink the medicine first..."

Yan Cangming couldn't laugh anymore, he hated taking medicine the most, not to mention that it was a minor illness, it was just used as a pity trick, just now he was too sad and didn't bother to take care of it, so he fainted from the fever.Now, he's in great shape!

So he looked away, and reached out his hand pitifully to pull the corner of Zhong Zishu's clothes: "Zishu—"

Zhong Zishu is stern and selfless: "Drink the medicine!"