Lord Pluto: Ghost messengers catch ghosts in the human world every day

Song Ting nodded: "You have a fever."

He must have accidentally caught a cold. In the fantasy world of green bamboos, he was a little bit exhausted. In the end, he was chased and killed by those shadows. After this series of events, his body was in a tense state all the time. When he relaxed, he became ill.

Song Ting looked around, it was full of trees and leaves, and there was nothing to cool down here. The shadow that Xue Yao met in other places before did not know if it would appear suddenly, and there was no other medicine on him now. what to do?

Xue Yao opened his eyes in a daze, and looked at Song Ting with moist eyes, as if he knew what Song Ting was struggling with, and he said: "I'm fine, just rest for a while and I'll be fine."

Song Ting looked at him worriedly, and didn't know what he should do, so he could only say, "Then tell me if you need anything."

His eyes were concerned, and there was a hint of hidden love in his eyes.

But now Xue Yao's head was a lump of paste, the pain was severe, and the veins burst out on his forehead, he nodded slowly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Song Ting watched from the side and saw cold sweat breaking out from his forehead from time to time, so he rolled up his sleeves and carefully wiped him dry.

After repeating this cycle several times, the red tide on Xue Yao's face gradually receded.

Song Ting heaved a sigh of relief, pinching his sleeves with his fingers and placing them on Xue Yao's forehead. Xue Yao's face was very white, and his facial features were very three-dimensional. With his eyes closed, he was no longer as cold as usual. He looked so well-behaved, his eyes gradually froze as he watched, the sleeve in his hand loosened at some point, and his hand directly touched Xue Yao's forehead.

The temperature on Xue Yao's forehead seemed to drop a bit. Song Ting moved his fingers, looking as if he had fallen asleep. Xue Yao, who had a peaceful face, couldn't help it, and put his hand on Xue Yao's face. superior.

The touch of the palm is soft, with a hint of warmth, and it feels very good. Song Ting's fingers couldn't help touching it a few times.

Xue Yao suddenly opened his eyes at this time, Song Ting was stunned, only to see Xue Yao staring at him blankly, his appearance was clearly reflected in his amber eyes.

Song Ting's hands on his face froze, and Xue Yao's eyes seemed to have a gleam of water. Song Ting kept this movement, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Xue Yao seemed to see his face clearly, and he reached out to hold the hand he put on his cheek.

Song Ting saw Xue Yao's face slowly lowered, getting closer to him...

Song Ting's pupils suddenly dilated, and he heard his heart beating chaotically, thump...thump...

Xue Yao's face was getting closer and closer, his eyes were blurred, with bright red at the end of his eyes.

Song Ting's sanity was barely pulled away, Xue Yao should be out of his mind now, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

Song Ting stretched out his hand and put it on Xue Yao's chest, turned his head with a flushed face, trying to avoid him.

But Xue Yao clasped his both hands, placed them on top of his head, freed up the other hand, pinched Song Ting's chin with his hand, and turned Song Ting's face to face him.

……

Song Ting's face was always red.

Xue Yao nodded in satisfaction, buried his face in Song Ting's neck, breathing hot, he murmured: "I...I feel a little uncomfortable..."

Song Ting was stunned, and raised his face with his hand, ignoring the embarrassment just now, his eyes showed concern: "What's wrong with you? Why are you uncomfortable? Let's get up first, shall we?"

There was a hint of coaxing in his tone, Xue Yao was leaning against the tree trunk.

The squatting appearance made Song Ting very uncomfortable.

Xue Yao stared blankly at Song Ting, nodded and stood up bluntly.

Song Ting quickly helped him to stand up.

But Xue Yao seemed exhausted, and soon fell to the ground. Fortunately, there was a dead leaf on the ground here, and Xue Yao didn't feel any pain from the fall, but just lay down on the ground.

Song Ting had no choice but to support him and continue leaning against the nearby tree trunk.

Xue Yao slowly opened his eyes, eyes blurred, Song Ting continued to work.

During this period, Xue Yao's eyes never left him. Song Ting noticed his burning gaze, and his movements began to feel a little uncomfortable.

After thinking about it, he squatted down in front of Xue Yao, and put his hand on Xue Yao's forehead. His forehead was not as hot as before, and it seemed that the fever was going away.

Song Ting recalled the scene just now...

Did Xue Yao do it unintentionally or intentionally just now... What exactly does this mean...

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that Xue Yao had taken off his hand and held it in his hand. By the time he realized it, he had interlocked fingers with Xue Yao.

Song Ting stared blankly at their tightly held hands, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Xue Yao, he...should be interesting to him...

Song Ting looked at Xue Yao, Xue Yao looked at him misty eyes, the two looked at each other for a moment, Song Ting sighed.Forget it, let's wait until he recovers from his illness...

He coaxed a child and said: "Be obedient, close your eyes and rest for a while, if you rest well, you will recover from your illness."

Xue Yao stared at Song Ting, clenched his hand, nodded, and closed his eyes.

Song Ting looked at their tightly held hands with a rather helpless expression.

He moved his fingers quietly and wanted to withdraw his hand, but as soon as he moved, Xue Yao held his hand even tighter.

Song Ting didn't dare to move any more, just stood by and waited for him to wake up.

The trees in this forest are very thick, they can hardly see the sun, it is gloomy, and it is difficult to tell whether it is day or night.

Song Ting guarded Xue Yao just like this, this place is an illusion, there are many unknown risks, and he cannot relax easily.

The sun was completely blocked by the trees, and the surrounding area was shady. Song Ting felt that he almost didn't know what season it was. They couldn't see the sky, but only a piece of green tree trunks when they looked up.

I don't know how long it took.

Xue Yao's fingers moved, and he finally woke up. Seeing that Xue Yao was about to wake up, Song Ting quickly let go of the hand that Xue Yao had been holding in his palm.

He put his hands behind his back, with a calm expression on his face, pretending to look at Xue Yao nonchalantly.

Xue Yao slowly opened his eyes, as if he felt something, he looked at his fingers, his brows gradually furrowed.

Seeing that he seemed to have noticed something, Song Ting quickly changed the subject, and said, "Then what...you just had a fever..."

There was a hint of doubt in Xue Yao's eyes. He rubbed his head, his sword eyebrows slowly frowned, and when he heard Song Ting's words, he said, "Well, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

His voice was very hoarse, Xue Yao raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat.

Song Ting nodded, not knowing what to say.

Xue Yao seemed to think of something, he said: "I... I didn't do anything strange to you, did I?"

Song Ting shook his head quickly, he forced a smile: "No..."

Xue Yao rubbed his forehead, how could he remember that he kissed Song Ting in a daze, is it all an illusion?