[Comprehensive] The Road to Healing in the Second Late Stage

When he returned to Buteisha, Dazai pushed him into Qingguang's room before he had time to ask what happened to Qingguang.

Qinghe had no choice but to close the door first, and quietly walked to the bedside.

The teenager was buried under the quilt, with his back facing her, his back slightly arched, and he fell asleep in a state of self-protection.

Qinghe sat down and leaned over to check gently, but Qingguang said a step faster: "My lord, I'm fine."

When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, and his tone was weak, and it seemed that he had used all his strength to say this sentence.

Qinghe didn't believe it, she stretched out her hand to test the temperature with the back of her hand, his forehead was very hot, and the back of her hand seemed to be burning.

Qinghe leaned down and leaned in front of him, "Qingguang, do you have a fever?"

Qingguang was so hot that he was in a daze, he grabbed her hand hard to prevent her from leaning forward to him, "My lord, I'll be fine after a while, I'll be fine after a while..."

"Stupid, what are you talking about." Qinghe slightly lifted his quilt and touched his back. The thin shirt on his body was wet with sweat, so damp.

Qinghe was filled with remorse, she was so engrossed in anger that she didn't even know that he was so seriously ill. If Wu Hutui hadn't called her to tell her, she wouldn't have known.

Qingguang is the sword Fusangshen, and ordinary human medicines are ineffective for him. He once said that her supernatural ability "Feixue" is equivalent to spiritual power and can heal injuries when necessary.

Qing Guang didn't want to turn around, Qing He said "Fei Xue" silently in his heart, put his hand on his back, and exerted a little force.

"Feixue" is a supernatural ability used to summon weapons. When Fu Sangshen healed Qingguang and Wuhu with a sword like this, it seemed that there was a force moving back and forth in his body.

It was a year ago that she started using "Feixue", but she herself couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, she always felt very familiar, but she couldn't put it into words.

After about 5 minutes, Qingguang's breathing became a little smoother, and it was no longer unbearable.

Qinghe felt relieved, put her chin on his arm, and asked softly, "Qingguang, may I go and make you something to eat?"

Qing Guang vaguely agreed: "Thank you, my lord."

His long hair fell down, blocking his view, Qinghe worried that he was not breathing well, so he stretched out his hand, not wanting to be blocked by him again.

Qing Guang held her hand and said in a low voice, "Master, please, please don't look at me..."

"Qing Guang, please put your hair back, or you will have trouble breathing." Qinghe tried to persuade him.

"Don't." He shrank back under the quilt, "I look sick, so ugly... I don't want my lord to see me like this."

"Qing Guang has always been beautiful."

Qing Guang paused, "My lord's comforting words are not beautiful enough..."

"Qing Guang looks good no matter what." These are Qinghe's sincere words.

Qing Guang finally smiled softly when he heard the words, his words were no longer decadent, "My lord is the best at coaxing people."

Qinghe patted him on the back, "Qingguang hasn't finished his dinner yet, I'll make some dinner."

Clear light and low voice should be fine.

Qinghe went out, and when she passed the office on the fourth floor, she heard a lot of noise inside, so she went in suspiciously to have a look.

I saw the huge office was in a mess, with all kinds of papers flying all over the sky, and the members of the Butei Club were tidying up with a sigh.

Wu Hutui quickly ran over and hugged her waist, rubbing back and forth in surprise.

Qinghe couldn't help asking: "Everyone, this is...has Hong Kong gangsters been here?"

Crowd: "..."

Kunikida glared at the leisurely Dazai, "It's not the bastard's bad idea!"

Dazai spread his hands helplessly: "If you want to quickly test whether Dun-kun can pass the entrance examination, think about it carefully, the only way is for us to pretend to be a robber game."

Haruhi: "..."

Qinghe: "...The Robber Game? Also, who is Dun?"

Dazai raised his chin, motioned for Haruwa to look into the corner, where the most papers were scattered, and a boy in suspenders was tidying it up happily.

Qinghe tentatively said, "Hello."

The boy was taken aback, and immediately stood up straight and turned around, and responded awkwardly: "Hi, I'm Atsushi Nakajima."

Haruwa was surprised to find that he was wearing the clothes she bought yesterday, and turned to look at Dazai.

Dazai smiled and said, "Yes, Dun-kun is that little boy."

Haruhi: "..."

She raised her foot and stepped on Dazai's instep hard. Now that she has arrived, she has finally sorted out the cause and effect.

This young man may be a human tiger, and he needs to pass the entrance examination to join the Butei Club, and Dazai came up with such an idea, pretending to be a kidnapper to tempt the young man.

What's more, he lied to her.

Dazai called out, Qinghe said indifferently: "You deserve it."

She turned her head and introduced herself formally, "Atsu-kun, hello, I'm Haruwa Asakawa, this bastard—" She pointed at Dazai, "...is my guardian."

Atsushi Nakajima smiled and said, "Hi, I'm Atsushi Nakajima." After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Are you also a member of Buteisha?"

Qinghe nodded: "Yeah."

Atsushi Nakajima showed a surprised expression.

Qinghe continued to explain: "I went out for a while on business today, so I just came back now."

Only then did Atsushi Nakajima relax, but as if he had thought of something, he asked worriedly: "Because I'm not good, a boy suddenly collapsed in the office just now, is he okay now?"

"Much better, thank you Dunjun for your concern."

She looked at Atsushi Nakajima, "Mr. Tanizaki is responsible for the food of Butei Club, and I have to take care of Kiyomitsu. Kiyomitsu is ill. I will cook today's dinner. What do you like to eat? I will cook it." It’s time to do something by the way.”

Atsushi Nakajima shook his head immediately: "I can do anything, thank you..."

"Everyone calls me Qinghe, please don't see me, Mr. Dun."

"That...Na Qinghe, thank you, I can do anything."

Haruwa poked Dazai's waist with his elbow, "I'm going to make dinner."

Qinghe cooked the meal according to everyone's taste, and cooked preserved egg and lean meat porridge for Qingguang alone. After finishing his work, he found time to ask Wuhu Tui, "Tui, why did Qingguang suddenly fall ill today?"

Wu Hutui recalled what he had said to Yosano Akiko, and answered word by word: "Miss Akiko said that Mr. California has a cold and a fever because of depression in his heart, and the recent hot and cold weather."

Depressed...

Sure enough, it was because of the quarrel with her.

After simply eating a few mouthfuls of rice, Qinghe brought the stewed porridge to the third floor.

Qingguang fell asleep again after being quarreled by her for a while, Qinghe put the dinner plate on the window cabinet first, patted Qingguang's back lightly, "Qingguang, wake up and eat something before going to sleep, okay?"

Qing Guang murmured twice, struggling to turn over, "Master?"

As if sleepy.

Although Qingguang was thin, he still had the figure of an eighteen-nine-year-old boy. Qinghe couldn't lift him up, so he had to let him lean on the pillow at the head of the bed first.

Qinghe picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth, "Qingguang, ah—"

Qing Guang was stunned, "My lord, feed me?"

"Then Qingguang will come by himself?" Qinghe leaned in front of the boy and said with a playful smile, "Qingguang has a fever and is confused, do you still have the strength to hold a bowl and a spoon?"

The boy blinked, his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks, and his red eyes reflected a sunny face.

Qingguang opened his mouth slightly, and Qinghe took the opportunity to send the spoon in.

The young man cooperated very well, and the bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out.

Qinghe asked him, "Are you still hungry?"

Qingguang shook his head.

"Then I'll take the bowl to wash first,..." As soon as he said that, he put the bowl on the tray, picked it up, and was about to leave.

Qing Guang quickly grabbed her clothes, "Master, will you still come?"

"Well, I'll come back later."

A smile spread across the boy's face, and he replied with a smile, "I'll wait for the lord."

After washing the dishes, Qinghe thought about walking outside for a day, then went to the room to take a shower.

When he walked into Qingguang's room, it was so quiet that Qinghe thought he had fallen asleep again.

Near the bed, the quilt moved, Qing Guang got out, saw that Qinghe was only wearing a pajamas, lifted the quilt slightly, "My lord, come in."

Like coaxing a child.

Although Qinghe didn't want to admit it, but in fact, a year ago, Dazai and him both made her sleep together. They were ignorant at that time, but now they feel embarrassed.

Qinghe hesitated for a while, but Qingguang didn't notice any difference, and lifted the quilt a little more, urging in a low voice: "My lord is only wearing one pajamas, the temperature is low, you will catch a cold after a long time."

Kindness is difficult.

Qinghe kicked off her shoes silently, and climbed into the bed carefully.

Qingguang's clothes were half-wet, she didn't realize this until she lay down, and Qingguang found out belatedly, and her cheeks flushed immediately.

He dodged his eyes and said falteringly: "My lord, I'd better go change a dress."

He used his hand to borrow some strength on the bed, probably because he was still sick, he lifted his body up and fell back quickly.

Qinghe pulled the quilt to cover half of her face, and whispered, "It's better to take it off."

Qingguang: "..."

The boy didn't answer, Qinghe thought he was unwilling, and then thought that he had made a big joke, and couldn't help feeling annoyed.

He was already sick, and it was too much for her to ask for so much.Forget it, let's go and let him sleep alone.

And she is 15 years old, how can she still sleep with him like a child.

Qinghe wanted to lift the quilt and sit up, but at this moment a burst of coolness suddenly poured into the quilt.

The boy beside him rustled a few times, quickly unbuttoned his shirt, took off the shirt, lifted the quilt and threw it out.

Qinghe was dumbfounded: "..."

Qing Guang's cheeks turned red again, he stretched out his hand to turn off the light, and got under the quilt.

"My lord, come here." He patted the quilt beside him, "My lord will fall off the bed if you sleep like this."

Qinghe obediently moved over like a caterpillar.

The boy couldn't wait any longer, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her over violently.

Qinghe was taken aback, Qingguang rubbed his chin on her shoulder and leaned comfortably.

Someone even sighed excessively: "I still like to lean on the lord like this."

Qinghe thought of the content of the quarrel with him, it was inexplicable, each had its own right and wrong.

She said sullenly: "It's not that Qingguang suddenly quarreled with me, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry that he caught a cold."

Qing Guang retorted: "Master, get angry with me first."

"No way."

"Everywhere."

"... Cheapskate."

"It's about the safety of the lord. I don't think it's wrong for me to be concerned. And the lord has something to do, but he didn't tell me. This makes me feel neglected."

Haruhi: "..."

Well, well, this is indeed her fault, but she has always liked Dazai the most, and she is used to looking for him when something goes wrong.Dazai was very calm at that time, she thought it was just a trivial matter, so she didn't tell Qingguang.

Who knew it would spark a quarrel.

Qing Guang hugged her tightly, "I like the lord the most, so I don't want the lord to experience even the slightest injury."

……Again.

Although he was talking to her, it was obvious that he was looking at another person through her.

She turned her head slightly, "Qing Guang, why are you being so nice to me?"

Qing Guang suppressed his smile, looked into her eyes seriously, "Because I am the lord's knife."

"But……"

"Okay, it's getting late, my lord has to go to school tomorrow, and I won't be able to wake up if I go to bed late." Qing Guang stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, and the young man's warm body temperature snatched Qinghe's attention away.

After a while, Qinghe said with red cheeks: "Qingguang."

"Ok?"

"Let go."

"Ok?"

Thinking of the topic to be discussed, Qinghe was so hot that she was sweating all over her body, her voice was uncontrollably limp and trembling unreasonably: "Let go, it's midnight, don't, don't be a hooligan..."

-17.04.03

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