Chapter 579: Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless (52)

Suddenly, a familiar cold fragrance could be smelled at the tip of his nose, and a voice that seemed far from far away sounded in his ears. The voice of the man was so light. He wanted to hear what the man was saying carefully. The more he worked, the less he could hear it. Finally, he fell into a deeper coma.

Seeing that he was very ill, Wen Xien went to get the medicine himself. If someone saw Zhou Nan's identity, it would be suspicious. He also ordered the kitchen to cook porridge.

Zhou Nan was burning heavily, his eyes closed and his cheeks were flushed. His mature and steady temperament faded. He only wore a thin short sleeve, and the muscle texture on his body was vaguely visible.

Soak the hot water in medicine and wait until the temperature of the water is not so hot, Wen Xien feeds him. Perhaps he has never taken care of anyone, and he is clumsy when feeding the medicine. Half of it is fed into his mouth, and half of it leaks out.

Using a clean towel to wipe the medicine sprinkled on his neck, Wen Xien touched his forehead and found that it was still very hot, so he wet the towel with cold water and placed it neatly on his forehead.

Wen Xien, who was taking care of the man with all his heart and strength, suddenly heard Zhou Nan whimper and hurried over to listen to what he said.

Zhou Nan was feeling hot, and the breath from his lips was hot, and he said intermittently: "...Wen Xien...I'll kill...you..."

Wen Xien: “…”

Suddenly I wanted to splash the water from this basin on this man's face.

The system quickly comforted: [You must be calm, you must be calm, you can see that he even dreams with you! What does this mean?]

Wen Xien: […It means he wants to kill me.]

System: [How could it be?! Love is so deep and hatred is so deep! This means that our task is almost completed!]

The man who had no idea of ​​the system's good intentions still murmured without knowing whether to kill you, "...kill you...Wen Xien..."

Wen Xien: “…”

system:"……"

Wen Xien resisted the urge to hit someone, took out a white handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped Zhou Nan's sweat. The soft handkerchief moved from Zhou Nan's cold eyebrows to his blushing cheeks. Wen Xien's hand was suddenly held by Zhou Nan.

Zhou Nan opened his eyes and looked at Wen Xien without warning. At that moment, he suspected that he was dreaming, "You..."

"Wake up," Wen Xien struggled slightly, but did not break away, frowned and said coldly, "Let go."

Zhou Nan then realized that he was holding Wen Xien's wrist and hurriedly let go and wanted to get up, "Your Highness."

Wen Xien patted his shoulder, "Learn down."

Zhou Nan's heart beat violently. Because of the heat, his heartbeats even more violently and he is about to jump out soon. He said with difficulty: "Why is Your Highness coming?" Will you find something? After all, vampires will not get sick.

Wen Xien didn't answer, threw the veil in his ear, "Wipe it yourself." He walked out with his hands behind his back.

Zhou Nan looked at her back, her lips opened and her mouth meant to keep her. Of course, he immediately restrained her. The door opened. Wen Xien was wearing black loose long-sleeved trousers, and her long hair was tied up casually. In addition to seeing black from behind, there was another second color, which was her exposed white and slender neck.

She stood at the door for a while, as if she had taken something, then she turned around and came back, holding a bowl of porridge in her hand, and steaming, and said calmly: "Look at your stupid appearance, you can't even take good care of yourself, how can you serve me?"

The porridge may be a little hot, Wen Xien changed one hand and held it, and the fingertips of the other hand were burned red.

Wen Xien glanced at her burned red fingertips and subconsciously blew it with her mouth. Such behavior had a sense of innocence that did not belong to her.

Zhou Nan looked at this scene and couldn't help but smile. He realized that he was smiling and immediately darkened his face.

Wen Xien walked to the bed with the porridge, handed it under Zhou Nan's nose, "Drink it."

Zhou Nan took the bowl, lowered his head and didn't drink it, and held the edge of the bowl tightly and said in a deep voice: "Do you have nothing to ask?"

Why don't you ask why he gets sick?

Why did he suddenly care about him so much and come to take care of him personally?

In the extreme panic and nervousness, Zhou Nan forgot to pretend to stutter, and Wen Xien didn't say it.

Wen Xien's too plain expression and words made Zhou Nan lucky to feel that Wen Xien might not notice it, and he might really think that he was just feeling uncomfortable.

Wen Xien said coldly without explanation: "Drink porridge."

Zhou Nan was silent for a while and lowered his head to drink the porridge. The porridge made Wen Xien’s fingertips red, but Zhou Nan didn’t even blew it when she drank it, as if she couldn’t feel the heat.

This made Wen Xien feel uncomfortable when he looked at it, and he couldn't help saying: "Be careful."

After a meal of drinking porridge, he squeezed the spoon's fingertips until they turned white. Zhou Nan looked down at the porridge in the bowl. This was his favorite Laba porridge, but he needed a lot of ingredients. Except for making it once during the Laba Festival, he was too lazy to make it afterwards.

After drinking the porridge in the bowl in two or three sips, Zhou Nan couldn't help staring at the empty bowl in a daze. Wen Xien coughed twice, wanting to get the handkerchief, but remembering to throw the handkerchief to Zhou Nan. He quickly turned his back to him, covered his face with his hands, and coughed several times in a cowardly before saying, "If you still want to drink, tell the kitchen that you are serving me, different from them. Just talk about whatever you want to eat."

Why did he treat him so well? Is it just because he serves her? Is she so good to everyone she serves around her?

Zhou Nan stared at her, and because of her deliberate attention, she clearly saw the blood in the cracks of her hanging fingers. She quickly retracted her fingers back into her sleeve.

"Take care." Zhou Nan said this in a strange way.

Wen Xien looked back at him in surprise. Zhou Nan, who came to his senses, couldn't help but blush. I don't know if it was an illusion. Zhou Nan seemed to feel that Wen Xien's eyebrows and eyes were a little gentler, but when he looked carefully, it seemed that it was no different from before.

Wen Xien didn't stay here for too long. She saw Zhou Nan leave after drinking. She didn't even stay here for ten minutes, but it seemed that the room had left her breath, as if she had been here for more than ten minutes.

Zhou Nan's head hurt even more. He held a bowl in his hand and kept it moving for a long time.

He took care of this minor illness for a day, but he was in good health but did not dare to see Wen Xien, so he stayed for two more days and was willing to come out when the butler could not notice it.

He didn't know how to face Wen Xien.

Zhou Nan's steps were light and chaotic, as if he was stepping on the clouds, and he walked to the familiar door of the room, standing there like a statue, a statue with a chaotic heart.

He was reluctant to knock on the door, and he didn't know what was causing it, but he had to face what he should face.

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