The villain stole my heart, I stole his pants

The Xiao family doctor said, "Young Master, I am going to clean the Third Young Master's wound and apply medicine."

The Xiao family's doctor felt that Shen Zhiyi's wounds did not need to be treated and he could be buried directly.

"Uncle Wang, go check on Wen Tingjun's injuries."

After Xiao Sanlang's wound was treated, Xiao Hechuan asked the court doctor to see Wen Tingjun.

Xiao Hechuan didn't want other men to touch Shen Zhiyi's body.

Xiao Hechuan memorized the steps that the Xiao family's doctor took to apply medicine to Xiao Sanlang.

Xiao Hechuan gently took off Shen Zhiyi's skirt.

Clean the wound on Shen Zhiyi's back.

Whenever his four younger brothers were injured since they were young, it was always him, as the eldest brother, who dealt with them.

It's not difficult for him.

After applying the medicine, Xiao Hechuan touched Shen Zhiyi's little face, which was still cold.

Her breathing was also very weak, and there was no sign of revival at all.

Xiao Hechuan is waiting.

Waiting for the miracle of Shen Zhiyi’s resurrection last time.

Shen Zhiyi had just finished applying medicine. She was only wearing a pink bellyband, with her white and tender hands and injured back exposed, lying quietly on the bed.

She closed her eyes quietly, her little face was pale, and her lips were pale.

Xiao Hechuan looked for a while, then suddenly stretched out his fingertips and rubbed Shen Zhiyi's pale and bloodless lips vigorously.

After stroking for a long time, Shen Zhiyi's lips finally turned a little red and had a little blood color.

After a while, it turned pale again.

Xiao Hechuan frowned, lowered his head, and his handsome face moved closer to Shen Zhiyi little by little.

His lips gently covered Shen Zhiyi's pale lips.

Xiao Hechuan whispered against Shen Zhiyi's lips:

"Zhiyi is such a good kid, she will definitely not abandon big brother."

Just a gentle kiss and a quick taste.

Xiao Hechuan looked at Xiao Sanlang, who was lying unconscious with his upper body naked beside Shen Zhiyi, covered Shen Zhiyi's exposed back with a quilt, and then gave orders to the servants.

"Carry the Third Young Master back to his room."

The servant asked, "Do you want to send Miss Shen back to her room as well?"

Xiao Hechuan: "Miss, your wound is deep, it is not suitable for you to move. You should recuperate in Lao Wu's room."

Servant: “???”

Then how could the third young master, who was also shot in the back, move?

Could it be that the Third Young Master was picked up?

Not long after, the Xiao family's doctor came back.

"Master, Master Wen was not poisoned. His injuries are very serious. He was stabbed several times in the back, all in vital areas. He is dying, and I am powerless to save him."

Wen Tingjun had a dream.

He dreamed that he was stabbed several times by Chen Chusheng, and he also dreamed that Chen Chusheng set fire to him and tried to burn him to death.

Wen Tingjun wanted to escape, but was trapped in the sea of ​​fire. His whole body was in pain and he couldn't stand up or escape.

Suddenly, Shen Zhiyi, wearing a green skirt, appeared.

Shen Zhiyi hugged him, kissed him, and fed him a pill, saying that he would not die after taking the pill.

Wen Tingjun also dreamed that Shen Zhiyi was also injured and trapped in the sea of ​​fire with him.

Wen Tingjun hugged Shen Zhiyi tightly, wanting the fire to burn himself instead of Shen Zhiyi, but he found that he could not lift his hands at all.

He couldn't even open his eyes.

Wen Tingjun witnessed Shen Zhiyi being burned to death. He was so heartbroken that he shed tears of blood.

Wen Tingjun woke up from his dream crying.

When he woke up, he found that his chest and limbs were bandaged.

Wen Tingjun looked at the wound on his chest, hesitated for a moment, and finally remembered.

"The dream just now was not a dream..."

"Miss Shen really kissed me and saved me..."

Wen Tingjun touched his lips and seemed to still be able to smell the lingering fragrance of Shen Zhiyi.

"By the way, Miss Shen...how is she?"

Wen Tingjun hurriedly got out of bed and wanted to find Shen Zhiyi, but ran into Xiao Hechuan who happened to come over.

Xiao Hechuan placed Wen Tingjun in the guest room. When he heard the court physician say that he was dying, he hurried over to see him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the room, I saw the man who the court doctor said was dead lifting the quilt and getting out of bed.

Xiao Hechuan: “???”

A little silly.

"Master Prime Minister?"

When Wen Tingjun heard the noise, he looked up and saw Xiao Hechuan outside the door. He asked anxiously:

"How is Miss Shen? Is she okay?"

Xiao Hechuan lowered his eyes: "She was poisoned by the blood-killing poison and hasn't woken up yet."

Wen Tingjun's eyes widened a little, and his beautiful face was full of shock, worry and guilt:

"How could Miss Shen be poisoned? How could it be... Why was it Miss Shen who was poisoned... I would rather it was me who was poisoned..."

Wen Tingjun had seen this poison in a book before. It was extremely toxic and it was said that there was still no antidote.

"Master Xiao, Miss Shen will definitely be fine, right? Miss Shen is so powerful, she can even cure me..."

"Surely she can heal herself, right? She'll be fine..."

Wen Tingjun staggered out of the room.

When Xiao Hechuan heard Wen Tingjun's words, his handsome face was filled with deep thought.

He asked: "Wen Tingjun, tell me what happened? Why are Zhiyi and Lao San in your house?"

Wen Tingjun held onto the door frame, eyes red, as she told the story of how Shen Zhiyi received the letter and came to find her, and then how they were both drugged and assassinated by Chen Chusheng.

"Miss Shen fed me a pill. It was Miss Shen's medicine that saved me."

Wen Tingjun was seriously injured and stabbed several times, but he didn't feel any pain at all now. He felt no different from before he was injured.

Wen Tingjun just blamed himself: "Master Xiao, it was my fault that I failed to protect Miss Shen. It's all my fault. I'm useless. You punished me, beat me, and scolded me. I should bear it. I owe it to Miss Shen."

"I want to ask Lord Xiao for a favor. Can you let me go see Miss Shen first? I want to see how she is doing..."

"Can I see her?"

Wen Tingjun knelt down with his thin body, begging with red eyes.

Xiao Hechuan didn't know who to blame.

Blame the third brother for not protecting Shen Zhiyi?

Is it Shen Zhiyi’s fault that he was deceived by the letter?

Blame Wen Tingjun?

No.

Xiao Hechuan only blamed himself, as the eldest brother, for not protecting Shen Zhiyi well.

"Wen Tingjun, come with me."

Xiao Hechuan turned and left.

Wen Tingjun hurriedly followed.

Soon, Wen Tingjun saw Shen Zhiyi lying on the bed with a pale face.

Before Xiao Hechuan left, he asked the maid to put on Shen Zhiyi's coat.

"Miss Shen..."

Wen Tingjun knelt in front of Shen Zhiyi's bed and stretched out his trembling hand to touch Shen Zhiyi.

But, the moment he was about to touch it, he pulled his hand back.

"Miss Shen...Miss Shen...Miss Shen...Miss Shen..."

Wen Tingjun called Shen Zhiyi again and again.

He wanted to wake up Shen Zhiyi.

Miss Shen, please wake up.

Miss Shen, I'm awake, and you will definitely wake up too.

Wen Tingjun knelt on the ground quietly, looking at Shen Zhiyi infatuatedly for a while. Finally, he couldn't help it and reached out to touch her breath.

"How come there's no breathing..."

"Why is Miss Shen so cold... Why aren't you breathing... It must be fake, right... Miss Shen is so powerful, she won't die!"

Wen Tingjun always thought that he could be saved by Shen Zhiyi, and Shen Zhiyi would definitely be able to save him.

However, the moment he touched Shen Zhiyi's breath, Wen Tingjun realized that he seemed to be wrong.

It was he who harmed Miss Shen.

It's all his fault.

If it weren't for his letter, Miss Shen wouldn't have come to see him.

If Miss Shen didn't come to see him, nothing would happen.

If Miss Shen hadn't given her this medicine, she would have been fine.

It's all his fault!

His fault!

Tears welled up in Wen Tingjun's heart and he couldn't help but let his tears fall.

He just wanted to exchange his life for Miss Shen's life.

Wen Tingjun prayed in his heart: God, please let all the disasters and pain come to me, and don’t hurt my Miss Shen.