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Song Yan waited outside the door for a while, and then Shu Changyu's weak voice came from inside the room: "Yan Yan, come in."

Song Yan pushed the door open and saw Shu Changyu had tidied his clothes and was leaning against the head of the bed, his face still pale.

"Come and sit down." Shu Changyu patted the edge of the bed.

Song Yan hesitated for a moment, walked to the bedside and asked, "What's going on?"

Shu Changyu lowered his eyebrows, his tone revealing a bit of fragility: "It's nothing serious."

Song Yan chuckled and said, "You're just being stubborn. You're already injured like this, and you're still acting like that!"

Shu Changyu looked up at him and blinked her long black eyelashes: "Yanyan, I don't want to make you worry."

Song Yan turned her head away: "Who is worried about you?"

Shu Changyu smiled softly: "Yanyan doesn't mean what she says."

Song Yan glared at him and said, "Stop talking nonsense and lie down quietly."

At this moment, a gust of cold wind came in through the window, causing the candlelight in the room to flicker.

Song Yan hurriedly closed the window, muttering, "This broken window needs to be fixed later."

Shu Changyu looked at Song Yan's back, and the smile on his lips became even more intense.

Song Yan closed the window, turned around, and met Shu Changyu's gaze. His heart skipped a beat, and then he pretended to be angry and said, "Take good care of it, and don't think about it."

Shu Changyu said obediently: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Yan had a cold face and said fiercely: "Don't try to be so mean. If I didn't feel sorry for you, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

"Yanyan, you're so fierce!" Shu Changyu sighed, "Can't you be a little gentler to me?"

"Be gentle to you? You wish!" Song Yan gritted her teeth and said angrily, "You tied me up this time, I'm lucky enough not to get angry with you!"

"Go to sleep!"

Shu Changyu nodded, lay down obediently and closed his eyes.

Song Yan sat aside, looking at him quietly. Somehow, her eyes felt a little sore.

It was difficult for him to explain exactly what his feelings were towards Shu Changyu now. He clearly wanted to escape, but when he saw him injured, he couldn't help but feel concerned for him.

After a while, Shu Changyu's breathing gradually became steady and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Song Yan stood up quietly and prepared to leave.

Just as he was about to reach the door, Shu Changyu suddenly said, "Yanyan, don't go."

Song Yan paused and turned around helplessly: "I'm not leaving, I'm just going to get you a glass of water."

Only then did Shu Changyu calm down again.

Song Yan poured a glass of water, walked to the bed, carefully helped Shu Changyu up, and let him drink a few sips.

He finally compromised and said, "Go to sleep. I'll stay here with you."

Song Yan found a chair and sat down, yawning: "I'll just stay in this chair for one night, and I'll leave tomorrow morning."

Shu Changyu looked at him solemnly: "Yanyan, can't you stay a few more days?"

Song Yan was silent for a moment: "Let's talk about it later."

Silent all night.

Song Yan had slept for several hours and was not sleepy yet. His eyes unconsciously fell on Shu Changyu's profile again. The cold eyebrows and eyes seemed too weak at this moment, which made Song Yan's heart inexplicably tighten.

He murmured to himself, "You guys, you're usually so strong, but now you're so embarrassed."

In the second half of the night, Song Yan began to doze off in a daze.

The next morning, when Song Yan woke up, she found herself lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.

He sat up suddenly, rubbed his eyes, looked around, but did not see Shu Changyu.

There is no doubt that it was Shu Changyu who got him into bed.

That guy is already injured, yet he's still making such a fuss.

At this time, An Qi knocked on the door and came in: "Brother Song, breakfast is ready."

Song Yan glanced at him and said, "Where is your master?

An Qi replied, "The master is in the study taking care of official business."

Song Yan frowned: "His injuries haven't healed yet, why is he busy again?"

An Qi shrugged helplessly: "You know the master's temper, I can't persuade him."

Song Yan was so angry that he stood up, tidied his clothes, washed up in a hurry, and said to An Qi: "Come on, take me to find him!"

An Qi hurriedly led the way.

Along the way, Song Yan secretly blamed Shu Changyu for not taking care of his body.

Soon, they arrived at the door of the study.

The door of the study was half-closed. Just as Song Yan was about to push it open, she heard Shu Changyu's coughing voice from inside: "Don't rush this matter. We need to think about it carefully."

Song Yan stopped what she was doing and stood outside the door, listening quietly.

"Give the order and be sure to be careful." Shu Changyu's voice sounded again.

Song Yan thought to himself, this guy just never makes people feel at ease.

After a while, there was no movement inside, so Song Yan pushed the door open and went in.

Shu Changyu was slightly startled when he saw him, then a faint smile appeared on his face: "Yanyan, you are here."

"Can you please take care of yourself? Why are you doing this when your injury hasn't healed yet?" Song Yan raised his hand and knocked on the table.

Shu Changyu glanced at Eleven beside him indifferently.

Eleven received the master's gaze, immediately understood, bowed and retreated.

Then, Shu Changyu put down the pen in his hand and said helplessly: "The matter is urgent and must be dealt with."

Song Yan walked to the desk and crossed her arms: "We have to wait until you get better. What if you get sick later?"

Shu Changyu smiled, stood up and wanted to walk to Song Yan, but accidentally touched the wound and frowned in pain.

Song Yan quickly stepped forward to support him: "Look at you, what are you trying to do!"

Shu Changyu took Song Yan's hand and said, "Yan Yan, don't be angry. I will pay attention next time."

Song Yan tried to break free from his hand but failed. She could only say, "Sit down first."

Shu Changyu sat down after hearing this. Song Yan let go of his hand and said, "Hurry up and get well."

At this time, An Qi said outside the door: "Master, Brother Song, the medicine is ready."

Song Yan said, "Bring it in."

An Qi walked in and handed the medicine to Song Yan.

Song Yan held the medicine and walked up to Shu Changyu: "Drink it while it's hot."

Shu Changyu looked at the black medicine juice with resistance written all over his face.

"Don't waste time, drink quickly." Song Yan urged, putting the bowl directly to his lips.

Shu Changyu took the bowl of medicine, drank it all in one gulp, and frowned in bitterness.

"Have you had breakfast?" Song Yan asked him.

Shu Changyu shook his head: "Not yet."

"I knew it." Song Yan turned around and shouted outside, "Ah Qi, bring breakfast over."

After a while, An Qi came in with a lunch box and placed breakfast on the table.

Song Yan helped Shu Changyu walk to the table and sit down. The two sat opposite each other, but there was silence for a while.

"Eat more to replenish your body." Song Yan was the first to break the silence and put a piece of meat into Shu Changyu's bowl.

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows and chuckled: "Yanyan, are you feeling sorry for me?"

Song Yan subconsciously denied: "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just worried that you'll get sicker and cause me trouble."

Shu Changyu did not refute, but with a smile in his eyes: "Yanyan is so cute when she is stubborn."

Song Yan's mouth twitched: "Eat well and stop talking nonsense."

After breakfast, Song Yan said hesitantly: "I have to go back."

Shu Changyu's face suddenly turned gloomy, and his voice was slightly cold: "Yanyan, it's been fifteen days, haven't you made up your mind yet?"

Song Yan avoided his gaze and whispered, "Give me a little more time."

Shu Changyu's eyes were gloomy, and he stared at Song Yan: "Yan Yan, how long will it take? I have waited long enough."

If he waited any longer, he would really lose control of the urge to lock Song Yan up.

Song Yan gritted her teeth and said, "Half a month, give me another half a month."

"Okay." Shu Changyu raised the corner of his lips, "I'll wait for you."

Song Yan nodded slightly, turned around and prepared to leave.

Just as he reached the door, he stopped again, looked back at Shu Changyu, and said worriedly: "You should take good care of your injuries."

Shu Changyu looked at Song Yan's leaving back, and his eyes suddenly changed from gloomy to sharp.