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Her white clothes were as white as snow, her black hair was as black as ink, and under the cover of the hazy rain and fog, her extremely outstanding eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in mist, with an unreal beauty.

Before he got close, the other party suddenly pulled the reins, and the horse stood in the rain, stepping lightly with its four hooves, splashing water slightly.

Shu Changyu raised his eyes slightly, his gaze passed through the rain curtain and met Song Yan's eyes.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and only the sound of raindrops falling echoed in the air.

In an instant, the curve of Song Yan's mouth became bigger and bigger. He walked out from under the eaves quickly, ignoring the drizzle falling on his body, and ran towards Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu swiftly turned over and dismounted from the horse, with drops of water dripping from her white sleeves.

"Shu Changyu!" Song Yan took a few steps forward and stood in front of Shu Changyu, then noticed that his clothes were all wet.

"Come with me into the house." At this time, Song Yan didn't bother to speak. He grabbed Shu Changyu's arm and walked into the house in a hurry.

As soon as she entered the room, Song Yan immediately let go of her hand and hurriedly went to find a clean towel.

Song Wanzhou was looking out of the house, and when she saw Shu Changyu coming, she smiled, her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

"Fourth Brother Shu."

Then, he came up and asked attentively, "Brother Shu, do you want some milk tea? I'll pour you a cup."

Shu Changyu responded indifferently.

Song Wanzhou didn't mind his cold reaction at all and ran excitedly to pour the milk tea.

A moment later, she came to Shu Changyu with a cup of steaming taro milk tea and handed it to him with both hands.

"Brother Shu, please try this. This is the new milk tea my brother made. It tastes delicious."

When Shu Changyu heard that it was Song Yan who did it, he became interested.

Song Yan came back with a clean towel and handed it to Shu Changyu: "Hurry up and wipe your hair."

Shu Changyu didn't answer either. She slowly drank a sip of milk tea, then raised her thick black eyelashes and looked at him without saying a word.

Yes, this ancestor.

Song Yan laughed angrily and simply took the towel and wiped Shu Changyu's wet hair.

Song Wanzhou looked at the two of them with a smile on his face. Big Brother and Sister Shu had a really good relationship.

As soon as she smiled, she saw Shu Changyu glanced at her lightly. Song Wanzhou immediately understood the meaning of that look and hurriedly made an excuse, "I think I heard Yaya calling me."

Then she ran away quickly, leaving Song Yan and Shu Changyu in the main room.

"The little girl runs so fast..." Song Yan couldn't help but mutter. Suddenly, Shu Changyu stretched out his slender hand and grabbed his wrist.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, Shu Changyu pulled her, instantly shortening the distance between them, and her hot breath hit her face.

"Wait!" Song Yan felt Shu Changyu's palm was frighteningly hot. He quickly reached out to his forehead, and the heat made his heart suddenly tighten.

"Shu Changyu, you have a fever!" Song Yan said in shock.

"Oh." Shu Changyu just frowned slightly but didn't care.

Song Yan looked at his wet clothes again and pulled him into the right wing: "Hurry up and change your clothes."

"You don't take good care of yourself even when you are sick. Can't you see it's raining? You still ride a horse back. You don't even know how to take a carriage." Song Yan muttered.

Shu Changyu's voice was slightly hoarse, and the ending tone was lazily dragging: "The bridge ahead is broken, and the carriage can't pass."

"If the bridge is broken, why don't you take a detour? Why do you have to rush?" Song Yan frowned.

"Look at you, you're still running a fever." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Shu Changyu's forehead again. The heat made his heart tighten again.

Shu Changyu raised his hand and slowly untied his belt. His outer garment slipped off, revealing the white undergarment underneath.

He turned his head and said, "Yanyan, I forgot to tell you that I didn't bring any change of clothes."

"Wait, I'll find you some suitable clothes." Song Yan took out a set of clean clothes from the box and gave it to him.

Shu Changyu did not take the clothes immediately, but reached out and held Song Yan's wrist.

"Yanyan, help me change it."

Song Yan glared at him and said, "Don't push your luck. Change it yourself."

Shu Changyu's eyebrows were gloomy for a moment, and he sighed and said, "Forget it, since Yanyan doesn't want to, then I will change it myself."

After saying that, he slowly loosened his grip on Song Yan's wrist. Perhaps because of his illness, he looked somewhat fragile when he lowered his eyes.

Song Yan looked at him and felt a little moved, but she felt that she couldn't spoil him like this. So she turned around and said to Shu Changyu with her back to him, "Hurry up and change. Call me when you're done."

Shu Changyu looked at Song Yan's back and made a soft "tsk" sound. He slowly took off his wet clothes and changed into the clean clothes that Song Yan brought.

Song Yan heard the subtle sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and her ears suddenly felt a little burning.

After changing, Shu Changyu said lazily: "Yanyan, your clothes are a little small."

Song Yan turned around and saw that Shu Changyu was only wearing his inner shirt, the sleeves of which were obviously too short, revealing his fair and slender wrists.

Shu Changyu was a few inches taller than him, so his clothes were just a little short on Shu Changyu, but not particularly ill-fitting.

But at this moment, when Song Yan saw Shu Changyu wearing his inner clothes, he inexplicably thought of the custom that on the wedding night, the wife would wear her husband's underwear to show intimacy.

He immediately understood why Shu Changyu's eyes suddenly became so intense when he changed into Shu Changyu's underwear.

At this time, he couldn't control his dry mouth.

No no no.

Song Yan slapped his forehead hard, thinking that Shu Changyu was still a patient, couldn't he think seriously?

"You take a rest first, I'll get you some antipyretic medicine." Song Yan consciously went into the kitchen, took out the medicine box, and found the antipyretic medicine.

He came out with the medicine and opened his eyes to see Shu Changyu sitting beside the bed. Her hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. Her face looked even paler and more delicate against the backdrop of her black hair.

"Take the medicine." Song Yan handed the medicine to Shu Changyu and poured him a glass of water.

Shu Changyu looked at the white pill in his hand and said slowly: "Is this the medicine from the other world?"

Song Yan nodded quickly: "Yes, this medicine is very effective, you should take it quickly."

Shu Changyu then took the medicine and swallowed it with water.

After taking the medicine, Shu Changyu closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Song Yan reached out to touch his forehead again. It was still very hot. If the fever didn't go down by the evening, they would have to ask Doctor Zhang to come and take a look.

Song Yan tiptoed out of the house, closed the door gently, and then went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge for Shu Changyu.

At three quarters past You, the sky gradually darkened.

Song Yan finished cooking, and Song Wanzhou came over to take a look and asked, "Has Fourth Brother Shu gone home?"

"No, I'm resting in the house." Song Yan held a bowl of porridge, "You guys eat first, I'll take it to Changyu."

When Song Yan entered the room, Shu Changyu had not woken up yet.

He put the bowl on the bedside table and reached out to touch Shu Changyu's forehead. The temperature seemed to have dropped a little, and Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.