Xiaobaihua's character can't be collapsed

As one of the few forces in the martial arts world - the owner of Wanren Villa, Li Hanchuan has seen many beauties, and there are many talented men and women in his backyard.

Those beauties who voluntarily stayed in the backyard to wait for his mercy would be much more dazzling than the thin and yellow-haired boy in front of him.

But no one can compare to the innocence and cleanliness of a teenager.

Li Hanchuan slowed down, "Where is your grandfather? I want to thank him in person."

The poison in him is not an ordinary poison, if there is no antidote, within two days, he will lose all his martial arts.Unexpectedly, there is also a Xinglin master hidden in this mountainous place.

Song Han paused, lowered his eyes and said softly, "My grandpa passed away in the spring."

The young man's tone was lonely, and he clenched his thin white fingers tightly, obviously being saddened by himself.

Li Hanchuan's sword eyebrows lightly folded.Is this boy living alone?

Song Han bit her lip, lowered her head and slowly arranged her clothes, lifted the quilt to get up.

The fire was extinguished, and the wind in the cave was blowing out from the cracks in the stone walls, and a gust of coldness swept across his face, making him shiver.

"Are you hungry? There are still some beans here, I'll cook some for you..."

Seeing his body shaking and standing up, Li Hanchuan said in a deep voice, "You are feverish, don't mess around."

Song Han seemed to feel something was wrong at this time. He blinked, and slowly reached out to touch his face, which was as beautiful as the morning glow. The temperature on his face made his heart skip a beat.

No wonder my head was dizzy and my throat was so sore, it was actually a high fever.

"There are still some herbs at home. I'll boil some and eat them, and I'll be fine soon." Song Han said in a low voice, with a pretended strong smile on his face, but he didn't know what to do in his heart.

This ancient times is no better than modern times, a pack of antipyretics or an injection can reduce the fever, his shell is too weak, in case...

No, nothing happens.

He will live a long life, and grow old together with Li Hanchuan!

The young man's hand tightly grasping the clothes betrayed his inner panic, Li Hanchuan handed him the fox fur coat, "Get dressed, let's go up."

Song Han raised his head, his wet deer eyes were full of worry, "The injury on your body..."

"It's okay." Li Hanchuan said lightly, "My subordinates are also looking for me. I should be nearby, so they can go up so they can find me."

"Oh." Song Han grabbed his clothes and wanted to put them on, but his whole body was so limp that he couldn't even lift his arms.

Li Hanchuan put the fox fur coat on him with a blank expression, grabbed his hand and stretched it into the armhole.

"Hiss!" Song Han suddenly took a cold breath, and subconsciously withdrew his hands.

Li Hanchuan clamped his wrist to prevent him from breaking free.

The young man's hands are white and clean, small and slender, not as white, tender and soft as those pampered young masters and ladies. The thin and bloodless palms are covered with a thin layer of calluses. These hands seem to have been rubbed by something, leaving red marks one after another , These small wounds have been soaked in ice water again, and the eyes are a little red and swollen.

"I, I got it by accident, it's okay..." Song Han explained hoarsely.

Li Hanchuan didn't say anything, but the action of dressing him was much lighter.

Song Han moved his eyes away, his long and curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked a little shy.

"Come up."

Song Han was taken aback, but it was Li Hanchuan who squatted down in front of him.

A man with a broad back must be very comfortable to lie on, but...

Song Han shook his head hastily, "No, I can go up by myself..."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible by the end.

Li Hanchuan looked back at him, his eyes were cold and stern, and his tone could not be refused, "Come up."

"I..." Song Han pursed her lips, and obediently climbed up Li Hanchuan's back under Li Hanchuan's gaze.

The use of skills is as light as a swallow.

The youth was so fluttering, it was like a piece of snow.

Yesterday when he was carrying someone on the road, he was so nervous that he didn't realize it. Only now would he be surprised to realize how thin and frail this young man is.

"Hold on tight."

"En." Responding muffledly, Song Han's mouth curled up slightly, and he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck.

The man's exposed skin was icy cold, but his whole body was burning hot, just enough to keep him warm.