Chapter 586: Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless (59)

He even almost longed for the arrival of Wen Xien, but unfortunately he couldn't get any news from that person.

Food has become hard to swallow, but the quality of sleep has always been very good.

"Anan." A cold voice stuck to his ears.

His eyelids weigh more than a thousand pounds, and Zhou Nan could only have the strength to flex his little finger.

Is it her? Is it her here? Or is it just an hallucination?

The cold and numb hand was suddenly caught, and a hand that was even colder than him grabbed his hand.

A faint cold fragrance came from the tip of his nose, which made Zhou Nan crazy. He opened his eyes and saw only a trance figure.

"Anan, don't sleep." Wen Xien's voice.

Zhou Nan held Wen Xien's hand and opened his mouth, but made no sound.

After a few mouthfuls of medicine were fed, the numbness and bitterness slid along the tip of his tongue into his stomach. The disgusting bitterness made him feel a little more awake. After closing his eyes and opening it, Zhou Nan could already see Wen Xien's face clearly.

Her face was very pale, and even her bright lips that were always red had become much lighter.

"Anan." Wen Xien called him again, and his delicate and beautiful face approached.

Zhou Nan finally condensed some strength and responded, "Sheen..."

"Do you feel uncomfortable?" said Wen Xien.

Zhou Nan then realized that he had a cold for no reason. No wonder he had been in a daze. He struggled to speak, "No, no..."

Wen Xien stretched out his slender white jade-like hand to sort out his hair, his eyebrows and eyes were light and gentle, "Why can't even take good care of himself?"

"I, I, I don't know..." Zhou Nan's voice was still false, but he still subconsciously replied to Wen Xien's words gentlely, and even longed that Wen Xien could say more to alleviate his anxiety.

"It's so careless." Wen Xien put the medicine bowl in his hand and helped Zhou Nan lie down.

Zhou Nan wanted to open his mouth and say something. The rich fragrance at the tip of his nose made his mind confused so much that he couldn't tell the words, but Wen Xien kept guarding him, pressing him to his ears, and saying a lot.

Zhou Nan listened to the voice, but could not tell the meaning of the words.

But he still tried hard to listen to Wen Xien's voice until the darkness came over him...

In a daze, he felt the sound of clothes rubbing, and subconsciously reached out to grab the person who was about to leave. He opened his eyes with great difficulty.

Looking up at the person standing by the bed from bottom to top, the low voice almost reached hoarseness.

He was not very clear-headed and started talking nonsense: "Don't leave..."

"Don't leave... accompany me."

"Don't leave me alone..."

It seemed helpless for his coquettish behavior. Another cold hand covered his hand. Zhou Nan was ecstatic and thought Wen Xien would stay, but the next second the man pulled his hand away without hesitation.

Zhou Nan, who had grabbed the empty hand, was still unresponsive. When he came to his senses, he was the only one left in the basement. The faint cold fragrance also dissipated with time. The smell that had made him escape before has now become a taste of desire.

The empty basement is so lonely, and in this loneliness that almost drives people crazy, the only redemption is Wen Xien, who visits from time to time.

When he was alone in the basement, Zhou Nan spent all his mind waiting for Wen Xien to appear.

This is wrong, because the person who locked him here is Wen Xien. How could he still think of her? Her smell, her breath, her caress, her voice.

The thought made him feel full of blood boil, and at this time he felt that he was alive.

Whenever Zhou Nan thinks this way, the emotions built by loneliness will shatter all this faint resistance.

And as time goes by, Zhou Nan's desire to see Wen Xien is so great that even he himself finds it incredible.

He wanted to see Wen Xien. Or in other words, he could only see Wen Xien.

Even if it's just one side, it's better than guarding this unlimited loneliness alone in the basement.

Every time Wen Xien comes, she will take a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. She said to Zhou Nan, "I will let you see what you like every day."

Zhou Nan looked at the flower, watching it drizzle from the beauty, and withering from behind.

Zhou Nan said, "But if you pick it off, it witheres very quickly."

Later, Wen Xien would often come to send flowers and take away the withered flowers. In this way, Zhou Nan only saw beautiful and beautiful flowers.

Maybe because Wen Xien comes often, his spirit is getting better. He will let Wen Xien hold his hand and read with him.

He didn't look at any of the words in the book, and all his eyes were attracted by the person in front of him, and he could not move them away.

Wen Xien seemed to enjoy being watched by him. When he was in a good mood, he would rub his head or pinch his face. The intimate movements made Zhou Nan blush rarely.

But this happy time is always short. Although Wen Xien will come often, he will never stay for more than an hour. This makes Zhou Nan extremely irritable. Even if he stops him regardless of the situation, Wen Xien will stay for one more second.

He could only look at him with those gradually cold eyes, which made Zhou Nan scared him. He was afraid that Wen Xien would not come in the future, and then left him here alone.

So he could only try hard to restrain his impulses, but the gradually tensed muscles on his face still exposed his emotions.

How can we keep Wen Xiyu by his side?

Didn’t you say you like him? Then why don’t you leave him here alone!

He questioned wildly in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it to Wen Xien's pale and sick face. He was too scared, too afraid that Wen Xien would ignore him, too afraid that Wen Xien would not come to see him.

I can only restrain my unwillingness and violence, pretend to be a pug, and make my owner happy.

But when Wen Xien's figure disappeared, Zhou Nan let go of his tightly clenched palms and spread his palms, with blood stains on him.

There was still a faint cold fragrance flowing in the air, and it was about to leave with the owner, and the fragrance disappeared later.

Zhou Nan finally couldn't maintain the surface calmness.

The face of light and darkness seemed a little weird, with a deep temper, a dark look on her eyes, and her thin lips pressed against her, as if she was trying hard to suppress something.

He finally picked up the book, the book that was held in Wen Xien's arms and even touched.

The tall nose was raised and there was still a faint fragrance.

As if he finally found the mouth to vent, Zhou Nan was trembling all over.

The face, which had already appeared with an excited expression, was like an statue of a god that had finally been broken, bursting out with surging love waves.
Chapter completed!