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Chapter 27 Warmth

Fang Siming, if you want to kill people in this world, you can use them if you want. You are not a soft-hearted person.But this person, the person lying on the bed in front of you, let him suffer even the slightest bit.

Fang Siming sat on the footsteps in front of the bed. He reached out his hand to touch Yuebai's cheek, but he withdrew his hand just before his fingertips touched his cheek, as if pricked by a needle.He had calm eyes and spread out his hands, slender and fair.He slowly clenched his hands, the palms were empty, empty.

Fang Siming... How can you dig his wound with your own hands and watch him in pain with no way out.

He is weak, why did you trap him with the cold wind blowing for so long.He is arrogant and treats you with such sincerity, no matter how soft you are, you won't be able to say anything.He's not happy, but you can't even coax him.Fang Siming, you know he's in a difficult situation, so you won't mind if you stop him and help him.

Asking himself over and over again, Fang Siming raised the corners of his lips to reveal a cold and sarcastic smile.Little doctor, I, Fang Siming, cannot afford to repay your love.You said, what should I do with you.

Zhu Wengui, who received Fang Siming's reply, was so angry that he dropped another cup.

Lin Qinghui stepped forward gracefully, and after a smooth breath, he asked: "Pavilion Master, what happened to Young Pavilion Master?"

When Zhu Wengui heard this, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. "The evil doctor fell ill, and Siming said that he would not be able to come back for the time being."

Lin Qinghui understood when he turned his agile eyes.She said: "Sick? I didn't expect Mr. Yuebai to be so weak. Could it be that he has spent so much energy recently that he can't even sit in a carriage. Young Pavilion Master is really careful."

Zhu Wengui looked at the note in his hand with a gloomy face.Two days of accommodation?Who are you seeking accommodation for, my son?When did you ever ask me for an accommodation!

He said in a deep voice: "Okay! It is still useful to keep the evil doctor. You go and escort the evil doctor back. As for the young pavilion master, he sent a letter to let him come back. I still have errands waiting for him to do."

Lin Qinghui answered yes.

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Yuebai pushed the quilt in a muddleheaded way, his whole body became soft and muddy when he slept, his hands were exhausted, so he successfully slapped his face with a slap, and it took him a while to feel like he was about to wake up.He squinted his eyes, turned his head, and vaguely saw the figure sitting in front of the wooden table.Fang Siming faced him sideways, and the light from the window fell on his body, drawing his handsome eyebrows and eyes.Fang Siming's eyebrows are slightly deep, and the bridge of his nose is high. When the light and shadow are painted on, his appearance is even more exquisite. Apart from the sentence of "beautiful", there is no other word to say.Pure good-looking, just like that pure person.

In front of Fang Siming were several documents, which recorded Yuebai's itinerary in detail, including which place he met and what words he said to that person, all of which were clearly recorded.It is almost an impossible task to find out the image of Yuebai who has been disguised so easily, but the appearance of one image must be accompanied by the disappearance of another image. The one on the desktop is what Fang Siming found The part of Yuebai's picture can be found along the top.There are not many, and it is not very consistent with the information found before, but it may be possible to find out the purpose of Yuebai's visit to Yangzhou.But the problem now is that Fang Siming has been staring at these thin sheets of rice paper for more than half an hour, and the paper is almost pierced by him, but he can't see his hands moving a little, and his eyes read the words.

He was thinking too seriously, and he didn't even hear the sound of Yuebai lifting the quilt.

Yuebai's laborious feet fell to the ground. He didn't wear shoes, but his heavy legs still made a dull sound on the floor.If Siming still doesn't come back to his senses, he might be deaf.

When he turned around, he saw Yuebai standing up in his underwear and bare feet.What's wrong with getting out of bed without shoes.Fang Siming hugged him hastily, and said in a low voice: "If you are not in good health, you can't mess around. No matter how old you are, you don't know how to cherish yourself."

It was rare for Yuebai to be reprimanded by Fang Siming in such a tone, but he felt pretty good. He put his arms around Fang Siming's neck and whispered: "I want to go to the toilet."

This reason made Pavilion Master Fang Shao dumb immediately, and he hung the humanoid pendant in a daze and remained motionless.After a while, he said as if discussing, "I'll take you there."

As soon as Yuebai got out of the quilt, she felt cold, and now she wished she could shrink into Fang Siming's arms.His body was cold, but the tips of his ears were slightly red.I don’t know how many times I’ve done the most intimate things. I’ve seen them, touched them, kissed them, and even went to the toilet...it’s nothing.

Fang Siming added a piece of clothing to Yuebai, carried it over and carried it back in person.Yuebai was stuffed into the quilt again, the quilt was already cold, his legs shrank from the cold, and he put his arms around Fang Siming's waist before he could withdraw in time.

Yuebai recovered a little bit of strength, put his arms around Fang Siming's face and pressed iron on his stomach, humming in a nasal tone: "It's cold."

"I'll go and cook you Mrs. Tang." Fang Siming patted Yuebai's arm that was clung to him, and said.

Yuebai is cheating on the excuse of his illness, it is estimated that he has indeed lost half of his brains now. "Mrs. Tang is too young and still hot. Mr. Fang is just right."

As soon as the voice fell, an extremely inappropriate voice sounded, with a restless mood, unwilling to be lonely and resentment of being ignored, he began to rebel. "Gu... Gulululu..."

Yuebai: "..." It wasn't him who made the sound somewhere, I didn't feel it.

Fang Siming's brows twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Seeing that it was a smile, he forcibly suppressed it to be extremely serious.However, when Yuebai's cold eyes showed an innocent and confused look, he was so simple and cute. Fang Siming couldn't help but let out a low laugh, and then he couldn't take it back.He suppressed his voice with a deep smile, clenched his hands into fists against his lips, trying to control the raised corners of his lips.

"Ahem... The little doctor has missed two meals, so he must be hungry. I'll go and bring the food." Fang Siming coughed twice, trying to cover up, before he found his voice, and comforted him softly.

Yuebai looked at him and smiled, and it took her a while to realize that he was laughing at herself.Guessing that his brain hadn't come back yet, he looked at him and smiled, and unconsciously frowned and smiled.

Fang Siming said that serving food is actually a bowl of porridge and a plate of vegetables, clear soup with little water and no salt, the only benefit is probably that it is good for healing.But Yuebai ate very happily, Fang Siming fed him bite by bite.After the rice entered his stomach, a bowl of pitch-black concoction also came to his face, and Yuebai also poured it into his stomach without frowning, and sure enough, he was full again.

Fang Siming squeezed something into his mouth with quick eyes and hands, it was sour and sweet.Yuebai took a bite and found out that it was candied haws, sliced ​​candied haws.Yuebai fiddled with the candy in his mouth with his tongue, grabbed Fang Siming's sleeve, and said, "Don't send it back and forth yourself. I'm cold, you should be warmer."

It seems that the half-empty mind flew back during a meal.Seeing that he was quite persistent, Fang Siming simply put down the dinner plate and sat down beside the bed.Yuebai leaned forward, leaning on Fang Siming's shoulder and slowly sliding his head down to his chest, and then slowly rested his head on Fang Siming's thigh.He curled up, found a comfortable position, and stopped talking.

The snow outside the window hadn't stopped yet, it was falling in a fluttering pattern, the wind slapped the window "whining", and the two charcoal basins made a crackling "bi peeling" sound one after another.Yuebai slept for more than eight hours, and now she can't sleep at all.He leaned on Fang Siming's lap, closed his eyes and enjoyed the peace of this moment.Fang Siming should have tidied up again later, the faint smell of blood on his body has disappeared, and the faint scent of incense seems to be accompanied by a hint of sweetness.

Yuebai fell asleep as if she had lost her second memory, and forgot all about yesterday.His whole body was lazy, and his face was slightly sickly red.Fang Siming pressed his forehead to test the temperature. It was rare for him to wear a dress with too big cuffs today. The cuffs brushed Yuebai's cheeks. Yuebai grabbed his sleeves and turned his head to smell his cuffs.

As if he didn't hear it clearly, he pulled Fang Siming's sleeve and squeezed it in again.Fang Siming raised his hands and looked at Yuebai whose face was buried in his cuffs. For some reason, he subconsciously lowered his voice and asked him softly, "What are you looking for?"

Yuebai put her hand into Fang Siming's cuff, fumbled back and forth on the warm arm twice with her slightly cold hand, and found a small bag.Fang Siming was itchy from his touch, and he shook his sleeves.Yuebai brought the packet close to her nose and sniffed it, then smiled: "Look for this, it's sweet. What's inside?"

Fang Siming took him into his arms and said, "A little snack."

Yuebai pillowed from one leg to the other, looking up, she could only see the tip of Fang Siming's chin.He opened the cloth bag and found that there was a layer of oiled paper inside, and there was a layer of handkerchief on the other side of the oiled paper.

"What treasure are you hiding for food? Is it made of snow lotus or Ganoderma lucidum?" Yuebai smiled at Fang Siming as she unwrapped the handkerchief.

Fang Siming shook his head.Yuebai turned her eyes away and looked for herself, inside the snow-white handkerchief were two fiery red flesh that seemed to be slightly hard. If she wanted to name them, she would call them candied haws.The sour hawthorns were wrapped in sweet syrup, and they were strung on the bamboo sticks one by one. There were about five or six strings in one string. Yesterday's string of Ruoyuebai was five if I remembered correctly.

"Is there another one?" Yuebai asked.

Fang Siming didn't answer, Yuebai realized that it had already entered his stomach.So he changed his words: "Have you eaten the other half?"

"Stealed half of the little doctor." Fang Siming admitted.

Yuebai smiled and said, "Fortunately, things are not bad in the cold weather, otherwise we'll have a stomachache together." He pinched one and put it into Fang Siming's mouth, and he put the last one into his mouth, slurring his words He said: "If you rob me of half, you have to give me back a bunch. I want a bunch of candied haws that is unique in the whole world."

What kind of candied haws is unique?Fang Siming thought in distress, but agreed in his mouth: "Okay."

With hawthorn seeds in her mouth, Yuebai tilted her head to find a place to vomit.Fang Siming fished him back, put his slender fingers together on his chin, and said, "Spit it out."

Yuebai silently stretched out her tongue and the three seeds landed on Fang Siming's palm and at the same time quickly licked him.It's not an illusion, the little doctor is really lively.Fang Siming gathered his palms together, and listened to Yuebai say: "I have nothing to hide from you, you can know everything about me."

It turned out that he hadn't noticed the paper on the table, Yuebai lifted Fang Siming's chin, making him look down at himself.

"I'll tell you the truth if you ask. It's nothing to quarrel with. Ask me questions now. I can't sleep."

Fang Siming looked into those quiet eyes, those eyes seemed to be an endless deep well, if you stumbled, you would be dragged down by him for no reason.He felt like a cat seduced by the looming landscape beneath a deep well.He is curious about the beautiful scenery in the deep well, but he is naturally afraid of water.God let him encounter this deep well water in the vast desert, let him open the seal of the wellhead, let him be seduced by the underwater scenery, but made him lose the ability to jump down and embrace the scenery.

Really, it is resentful!Fang Siming closed his eyes suddenly, and also covered Yuebai's eyes with his hand.In the same darkness of both eyes, Fang Siming touched Yuebai's lips, he kissed them almost eagerly, biting Yuebai's lips with his teeth, and sucking the blood that broke through the skin.He longed for the sweet water from the well, but he could only crawl by the well and suck the tiny moisture in the sand.It's not easy to drink poison to quench thirst, Fang Siming knew it, but he suddenly found that he couldn't stop.

Yuebai frowned, obviously hurt from being bitten.But he didn't groan, just put his lips on silently, and he bit out another one himself when there wasn't enough blood in one gash.He hugged Fang Siming's back, and patted it slowly, not lightly, as if he was coaxing a crying child.

Why didn't he know that Fang Siming knew that as long as Zhu Wengui was willing, Zhu Wengui could also know.He will give Fang Siming unreservedly, and Fang Siming's unreserved has always belonged to Zhu Wengui.But what can he do?The most unpredictable thing in this world is the human heart, Yuebai can only do what she wants, but she can't control Fang Siming's deep love and righteousness.

I really hate myself.I can only watch helplessly as you struggle between me and your father, scarred, and let you choose again and again.And I can only deepen your pain again and again.what can i doExcept at this moment, let you vent to your heart's content.

Fang Siming, I'm really a rotten person.Selfishly begging for your attention, but never thinking about how painful you will be.It is my fault.I won't, and I won't in the future. If it happens again, I won't embarrass you again.I don't want you to make the same choice between me and him again and again.

Fang Siming, you are not wrong, you have never lost me half a point.

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