After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

For five whole days, the wound continued to heal itself due to the infection.

Shen Jinmo, who was lying in bed, had intermittent fever these days.

Sometimes it was a low fever that would wet his clothes and robes, and sometimes it was a high fever that Xie Nanxing felt was hotter than the charcoal brazier when he touched Shen Jinmo.

No matter it was a low fever or a high fever, the plain white pajamas would be soaked. When Xie Nanxing changed his clothes and applied medicine to him, he would always burst into tears.

But Xie Nanxing never lost control and burst into tears again. He just let his tears fall silently at an angle where no one could see.

He put the back of his hand on Shen Jinmo's forehead again. Shen Jinmo had not had a fever for two hours, which made Xie Nanxing sure that the fever in Shen Jinmo's body had really been suppressed.

Xie Nanxing smiled sincerely for the first time in a long time, and when he looked at Lu Bai who had just returned from outside, his voice finally became gentle.

"Xiao Bai, I won't see these people today. You can take double the money they owe Shen Jinmo."

These days, Xie Nanxing would take time out every day to go to the study and pick up a dozen people to torment. While tormenting others, he was also tormenting his own body, which was not strong to begin with.

Some of these people came to Xie’s study for the first time, while others were brought to Xie’s study for the second time.

Since no one stopped him, Xie Nanxing's actions to deal with people became more and more aggressive, and even his methods of dealing with people were not much worse than Shen Jinmo's.

For example, the two noble sons who had used their internal forces to injure Xie Nanxing have now become completely disabled.

Yang Huai entered the room carrying sweet tea. Xie Nanxing was taking Mo Ping and Sui Yi to help Shen Jinmo change into clean pajamas.

Because there was no fever for half a day, Shen Jinmo's pajamas were not soaked. Xie Nanxing looked at the several white spots on the clothes that were not stained with red or yellow.

Holding the dirty, blood-stained shirt tightly in his arms, Xie Nanxing's eyes were filled with a little relief.

Taking a new bag of snacks from the bedpost, Yang Huai poured tea for Xie Nanxing while placing the snacks in a small porcelain plate.

Xie Nanxing picked up the candied fruit, tore it into pieces bit by bit and put it into his mouth.

Yang Huai saw that the sweet tea in the cup was a little cold, so he poured it into the empty bowl that had been placed aside and refilled it with warm tea.

"Master, you can eat it with sweet tea, it will make you feel more comfortable."

Xie Nanxing paused for a moment and shook his head.

"No, I won't drink it anymore. I always feel sleepy after drinking the tea you poured for me. If I fall asleep and he wakes up and can't see me, he'll be worried that I've hurt myself."

So, we must stay sober and rational and wait for Shen Jinmo to wake up.

It was Yang Huai who made the decision to add sleeping-aiding herbs into the teapot, but it was Mo Ping who went to find a trustworthy doctor to prescribe a prescription.

The dosage was not heavy. Half a cup of tea was only enough for Xie Nanxing to sleep for an hour. Sometimes he could only sleep for half an hour.

They thought they could hide the truth, but now it seems that Xie Nanxing already knew everything.

He knelt on his knees and kowtowed to Xie Nanxing: "I am guilty, please punish me, Master."

Xie Nanxing was too tired and didn't have the strength to help Yang Huai up: "Don't blame you, I know I need to rest well."

Shen Jinmo hasn't woken up yet, and Xie Nanxing can't let himself get exhausted.

Otherwise, no one would know what the upturned or drooping corners of Shen Jinmo's mouth, and the slightly raised or slightly twisted eyebrows meant.

Although Shen Jinmo was a sleepy person who could not speak, Xie Nanxing always made sure that Shen Jinmo was clean and tidy, so that he could sleep comfortably even if he was asleep.

Yang Huai stood up from the ground and handed the new cup of sweet tea to Xie Nanxing.

"You've lost a lot of weight in the past few days. There's a dark patch under your eyes, and there's not a bit of color left in your complexion."

Xie Nanxing interrupted Yang Huai and asked, "Am I ugly now?"

Yang Huai shook his head: "Master, you look good in any look, but seeing you like this, my Lord must be heartbroken."

"Yes." Xie Nanxing replied: "Find a girl who is good at makeup and wait for you. I will use rouge and powder to decorate it a little later."

Yang Huai agreed with a smile, poured out the cold tea, refilled it with a cup of warm tea, and kept the remaining tea warm on the small red clay stove.

He did not try to persuade her again, and Yang Huai would never persuade Xie Nanxing again in the future.

Xie Nanxing is Yang Huai's master, and he knows very well what he is doing.

As long as Shen Jinmo doesn't wake up, Xie Nanxing will not allow herself to collapse.

Shen Jinmo has woken up. Even if Xie Nanxing's health is not as good as before, Xie Nanxing, who has regained his backbone, will be nursed back to health by Shen Jinmo soon.

Xie Nanxing was leaning on the soft couch beside the bed, flipping through a book in his hand, his mind naturally not on the book at all.

Glancing sideways at the cloth bag of snacks hanging on the bedpost, Xie Nanxing actually wanted to ask Shen Jinmo when he would wake up.

She placed the book on the small wooden table and looked intently at the man on the bed.

Xie Nanxing was actually quite conflicted right now. He hoped that Shen Jinmo would wake up soon, but he also hoped that Shen Jinmo would sleep for a while longer.

When people are drowsy, their perception of pain will decrease, and if they wake up later, they will feel less pain.

"Be good."

An extremely subtle sound like the rise and fall of breath was heard, and Xie Nanxing walked barefoot to the soft couch and approached Shen Jinmo.

After observing carefully for a while, I found that the person in front of me had not woken up.

The words I say now sound like talking in a dream.

Xie Nanxing stretched out her hand and rubbed Shen Jinmo's frowning eyebrows: "Husband, I'm here, the lights are on at home, don't be afraid."

"Be good."

The dry rising and falling sound came out from the sleeping man's mouth again.

This time Xie Nanxing heard clearly that Shen Jinmo was calling him.

Putting his ear close to Shen Jinmo's mouth, Xie Nanxing raised his voice slightly at the end: "You say, I will listen to everything you say."

"It's dark, go to bed."

Shen Jinmo, who was in a coma, couldn't open his eyes.

But deep in his mind was an inky black color that could not be dissolved, and sitting above that inky color was Xie Nanxing, who was wearing a fox fur coat and sewing clothes without sleep and with his head down.

Shen Jinmo tried for a very long time before he could open his mouth which seemed to be sewn shut by needles, and he screamed with all his might towards Xie Nanxing who was sitting on the ink-colored body.

Upon hearing this, Xie Nanxing hurriedly stood up and poured the tea warmed by the charcoal stove into the teacup. Contrary to his usual habit of only drinking half a cup of tea, he drank three cups in a row until he had finished the whole pot of tea.

Holding a soft pillow, she moved closer to Shen Jinmo's side, and put her lips on Shen Jinmo's earlobe: "Shen Jinmo, I'm going to sleep."

Whether it is the end of the eye or the corner of the mouth, there is a very subtle upward trend.

Shen Jinmo said: "Xie Nanxing, you are so good."

When he was in a daze due to the herbs, an extremely clear voice suddenly flashed in his mind, as if it came from the depths of another soul and was directly introduced into his own soul.

"Be good, it's cold, you need to cover yourself with a blanket."

Xie Nanxing staggered to his feet, took the blanket off the stool and wrapped himself tightly.

The moon's shadow sways, and the moonlight is both cool and warm under the refraction of tears.