He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

Unrestrained, maniacal laughter erupted from inside the tent.

Wei An slapped his thigh, laughing so hard his body was shaking.

After laughing for a while, he forced himself to stop and rubbed his sore cheeks.

"I was just saying that you are very weak and need to take some supplements."

"Are you sure?" Zhao Yang was very doubtful.

"...Ahem, I was just saying it casually, I didn't say it explicitly, but who knew she would believe it."

"So it's fake." He couldn't possibly need "nourishment."

"No, it's true."

"........."

Faced with Zhao Yang's gaze that seemed to look at him like he was dead, Wei An quickly explained that he did indeed have a problem in this area, but it was caused by insufficient rest and mental and physical exertion, and it was very minor.

Zhao Yang's face was ashen.

After a while, he tossed the bag to Wei An.

"boil."

"Huh? What are you cooking?"

"Preparing the medicine."

"Use this?" Wei An's eyes widened. He looked down at the pile of highly nourishing ingredients, then looked up to say something. But when he saw Zhao Yang's even colder gaze, he swallowed his words, forced a dry laugh, and agreed. He then took off running.

*

In the past few days, everyone has seen Wei An frequently carrying a bowl of medicine into Zhao Yang's tent, and then coming out sighing.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder if Zhao Yang's injuries were unusual.

in the tent.

"My dear General Zhao, you really don't need any more supplements. If you keep doing that, you'll get a nosebleed. Really, trust me."

Wei An earnestly advised him.

Zhao Yang stared at him expressionlessly.

In the end, Zhao Yang did not force him to brew the medicine.

At dusk, Zhao Yang was inspecting the military camp when he suddenly felt a fever. Then he felt two warm streams running down his skin under his nose.

There was a stream nearby, so he quickly went to treat his nosebleed so that no one else could see him in this state.

When we returned to the tent, night had already fallen, and only a few stars were faintly visible in the sky.

After falling asleep, he had a dream in which Qu Yi came to the military camp. He was happy, but he also knew in his heart that it was unlikely.

The dream was interrupted by barely perceptible footsteps.

Zhao Yang suddenly opened his eyes. Even with the firelight outside, the inside of the tent was dim and not very bright.

Judging by the sound, he squinted and silently picked up a sharp dagger from beside his pillow.

He walked a few steps away from the bedside. He lay there waiting for his chance to strike. Just as he was about to surprise the other party, he suddenly smelled a scent that was both strange and familiar.

His pupils suddenly dilated.

He sat up, and the person who came saw this action stopped in his tracks.

"elder sister?"

Zhao Yang called out tentatively.

"Did I disturb you?" Her voice was exactly the same as he remembered, without any change.

How long has it been since we last met?

Zhao Yang felt he had lost count.

"How could you..." Zhao Yang's eyes widened, and he dropped the dagger.

"I heard you were injured..."

Before she could finish speaking, he pulled her into his arms, his strong arms holding her and his hands pressing on her back.

Very hard.

Qu Yi didn't struggle, and Zhao Yang didn't let go.

The two embraced in the dim light, with the footsteps of patrolling soldiers and hushed conversations outside, all of which were too obvious in the extremely quiet environment.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Yang rubbed his cheek against her neck, making a sound that was almost a sigh.

"I heard you were injured."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yang gave a brief, light laugh.

How could she not know that Wei An was a smooth talker, spouting nonsense that couldn't be entirely trusted?

But she came anyway.

How could he not like this?

"Didn't you send me some tonics?" His tone was teasing.

"...I just asked Xiaohuan to buy some things, I don't know what she bought."

"I thought you bought it on purpose."

Hearing this, Qu Yi pursed her lips: "What did she buy?"

Zhao Yang mentioned several possibilities, and Qu Yi understood.

"not my business."

"But Wei An said I do have some problems in that area, aren't you worried?"

"What am I worried about?"

Her question made Zhao Yang pause, then he nestled his head in the crook of her neck and laughed: "Indeed, that's what I should be worried about."