fell in love with his body

After Qiao Junwu gave Feng Chuxuan an order, he began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to search for materials.

Feng Chuxuan nodded obediently, and didn't make trouble for him.

He just followed Qiao Junwu's pace and groped around in the small pharmacy until he touched the books on the bookcase.

Feng Chuxuan took out a copy at random, and the rough texture from his fingertips told him that Qiao Junwu should have copied this book by himself.

Because the value of books in this era is extremely high, the paper materials of all books that can be printed into volumes will not be too bad.

As for the book in Feng Chuxuan's hands, even the quality of the paper used is not uniform. Or oil paper...

Every book is placed neatly and carefully, but every book is turned to wrinkle...

It can be seen that Qiao Junwu's cabinet collection, in addition to the books he bought, is mostly copied by himself.

Feng Chuxuan suddenly felt a stuffy nose, and began to feel sorry for this man from the bottom of his heart.

Obviously he is just an adopted son who has no status in this family, but he takes care of the whole family without hesitation.

Obviously, he can continue to study hard by relying on his previous knowledge, earning himself a reputation and getting ahead.

Obviously... so much, this gentle and jade-like man has his own ideas, step by step without any complaints or grievances, and silently bears all of this...Obviously he is only a 19-year-old boy.

Feng Chuxuan's eyes were astringent, and his heart was blocked.It seemed that at such a moment, he understood why he treated Qiao Junwu so differently, and even married such a strange person without any resistance when he was desperate.

"What's the matter, what are you?" After Qiao Junwu prepared all the medicines on the ancient prescription, he was looking for a medicine stove to prepare medicine for himself, when he saw Feng Chuxuan holding a "book" that he copied in his hand, Eyes red in a daze.

"It's all right, is the medicine ready?" Feng Chuxuan asked nonchalantly, putting the books back where they were.

Feng Chuxuan knew that Qiao Junwu had his own pride, so he was naturally unwilling to expose his excess pity and sympathy.

People like Qiao Junwu can endure incomprehension from others, and even slander and abuse from others.

But he won't accept sympathy from anyone. A person with a strong heart like him doesn't need such extra feelings at all.

"It's ready." Qiao Junwu pulled Feng Chuxuan to sit down, and the two chatted while watching the fire in the medicine stove.

There is no endless accusation and abuse from Qiao's mother, and there are not so many helpless troubles.

Feng Chuxuan leaned his head on Qiao Junwu's shoulder, enjoying this rare leisure time.

The more Feng Chuxuan understood, the more he wanted to get close to Qiao Junwu, and Qiao Junwu, because he didn't have the trouble of counting down his life, also changed his previous attitude and approached Feng Chuxuan very naturally without any grievances.

The afternoon sun shone lazily on the two of them, as if they were coated with a layer of warm golden light.

Qiao Junwu looked at the fire from time to time, and from time to time turned his head to look at Feng Chuxuan on his shoulder lovingly, the inadvertent pampering from the corners of his mouth and eyebrows was like a deep sea that could drown a person, deep and far away.

A pair of bewitching peach blossom eyes were filled with tiny streamers of light, like stars falling from the sky in his pupils.