my son is paralyzed

"Hmm..." I don't know how long there was silence before a faint nasal voice rang out. Ye Lingxiao lowered his head slightly, and the candlelight reflected on Ziye's warm and jade-like earlobes and neck, revealing a faint pink color, tempting Ye Lingxiao thought Take a bite.

No one would ever tell Ziye that I would be worried too. A kind of warmth of being needed and cared for spreads uncontrollably in my heart. It turns out that father's love is such a warmth that it makes people addicted. (The emotional idiot kid Ziye misunderstood ╮(╯▽╰)╭ to light candles for Ling Xiaohua~)

"You..." Ziye turned his head slightly, and his earlobe just happened to brush against Ye Lingxiao's thin lips. Ye Lingxiao shrank his head like an electric shock for a moment, and felt Ziye's body in his arms froze, so he quickly let go , coughed in disguise: "Come on, take off your pants... change your dressing." In this atmosphere...why does it feel like the last word is so trying to cover up...

Ziye silently turned his back to Ye Lingxiao, and took off his trousers and obscene trousers. I have to say that the ancients were really lazy!Not even underwear!

By candlelight, Ye Lingxiao could clearly see that the slightly longer top just covered the most critical part of Ziye, only her white and tender legs were exposed, and the relatively shallow wound had thin scabs, without bandaging, it looked very It was dazzling, the bandage wrapped around the deeper part of the wound was completely stained red with blood, and Ziye's skin, which was lined with red, was even fairer, unexpectedly having a strange beauty.

Damn!You are a beast!Ye Lingxiao struggled to move his eyes away from Ziye's lap, he could be in heat with a child, what are you doing? !

"Hurry up, it's cold." Ziye's face was expressionless, but there was a hint of pink on his cheeks.

Ye Lingxiao coughed a few times again, stretched out his hand to untie the bandage, but his eyes wandered here and there, it was so tormenting...why did he feel so sweet!

Ziye suddenly groaned, and Ye Lingxiao came back to his senses. It turned out that he had been distracted just now, and accidentally applied too much force.

Ye Lingxiao was a little panicked, and stretched out his hand to cover it, blood gurgled down from between his fingers, Ziye stroked his forehead helplessly, it was a miracle that he was not killed by Ye Lingxiao when he was unconscious.

"Get the medicine!"

"Oh..." Ye Lingxiao finally came to his senses, sprinkled all the last golden sore medicine on the wound, tied a bandage in a hurry, finally stopped the bleeding, and helped Ziye pull up his pants.

"Gululu..." A sound broke the embarrassing atmosphere, Ziye remained expressionless: "I'm hungry..." No wonder I wasn't hungry after being in a coma for two days!

"I forgot to say that we have no food, and there is no food in this underground palace. There is no shortage of water. Water will drip from the cave roof, which is not poisonous, but only water will still starve to death. That is to say, there will be no way out in three or four days. We will probably stay here forever." The more Ye Lingxiao talked, the more frustrated he became, this ruined underground palace is full of winding roads, in which life can we get out?

"You said water drips from the roof of the cave?" Ziye raised his head slightly, and a drop of water happened to fall on his chin. Could it be...a small river above the underground palace?Water seepage will make the roof of the cave drip?

If it's really a small river, it's easy to do. Find the weak point of the cave wall and dig it out directly.

Ye Lingxiao patted Ziye's head: "What's wrong?"

"I want to see the structure of this underground palace, maybe I can find the exit." Ziye sighed, he should honestly find the exit, if he guessed wrong, it would not be worth his life.

"Okay." Ye Lingxiao blew out the candle and put it away, and carried Ziye back again.

"You don't need to carry it, I can walk by myself." Zi Ye was carried on Ye Lingxiao's back, and Ye Lingxiao's big hand supported his buttocks, he felt embarrassed no matter what.

"Go by yourself? Do you want the wound to open again? I don't have any extra golden sore medicine and cloth strips!" Ye Lingxiao said confidently, completely forgetting who caused Ziye's wound to open.

Ziye was silent for a while, then gently rested his head on Ye Lingxiao's back, Ye Lingxiao paused, and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

"No." Ziye's voice was a bit muffled, probably because his face was buried on Ye Lingxiao's back. A long time ago, he also longed for fatherly love and motherly love, but all his illusions were wiped out in the day-to-day struggle for survival. .

No one knows how a skinny boy who is only seven or eight years old can get the food to survive when he is mixed with a group of adult beggars. He must be as ruthless as a wolf. No one would bandage him clumsily but earnestly. He could only be like a lone wolf silently licking his wound in the corner, lonely and lonely.

To live again, there has been a Yiner since he was a child, and he slowly softened his cold and hard heart wall, to the point where Ye Lingxiao only needs to push gently, and he can enter, but Ziye never found out.

Ye Lingxiao's footsteps didn't stop. In fact, sometimes he and Ziye are very similar, but what Ziye lacks, he has, and what he lacks, Ziye has, so they are attracted to each other, even if they are like moths to a flame, they are still happy.