Author: Gu Jia Shiba

Qiao Yu had a fever at night.

It was fine during the day, but Chu Weichen got up at night to twist the quilt for her, and when he touched his head, he started talking nonsense.

Fortunately, there are antipyretics at home. All he needs to do is take the medicine and get an injection. Chu Weichen is not familiar with Qihuang's technique, but ordinary ailments and pains are still fine.

He took the medicine and helped Qiao Yu up, and found that her back was wet with sweat.

Qiao Yu cherished himself very much. When he ran away from home and injured his leg, he drank bone soup every now and then for fear of losing his health.

Even now, she is afraid that if she kicks the quilt, the mattress will be so heavy that she will be sweating all over her body. She is not sleeping honestly, so kicking off the quilt will only make things worse.

"Xiao Liu." Chu Weichen called her gently: "Take the medicine."

The young man's broken hair was sticky with sweat, his brows were furrowed deeply, his lips were moving, and he was saying something in a broken voice.

"Xiao Liu." Chu Weichen called her, and found that she was startled, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, her throat even rolled, and her body trembled faintly, as if she was trapped in a nightmare.

The old man often said that a person who suffers from nightmares cannot scream. He was afraid that he would lose his soul if he screamed, so Chu Weichen did not dare to call her.

The thin voice repeated intermittently.

Word by word, it seemed that she had exhausted all the remaining air in her chest, and her voice was not loud, but it was squeezed out of her throat. It seemed like some bad dream, which made her afraid and powerless. In the end, she choked with sobs.

She rarely shows signs of weakness. As an heiress, she has learned to be patient since she was a child. She can handle it calmly even if the sky falls. Not to mention crying in front of outsiders, it doesn't hurt even if she shouts.

now.

In the nightmare haunted by illness, he threw away his armor and lost his strength, finally revealing the fragility suppressed in his heart.

Chu Weichen stood up and wanted to prick the needle for her.

But at this moment, as if passively shocked, Qiao Yu opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes grabbed the corners of his sleeves in horror.

She was already very strong, but due to the inertia, Chu Weichen's thin body staggered and fell directly onto the bed.

Qiao Yu turned over and pinned him directly underneath her.

Her wrist felt dull pain and was tightly restrained. Even though Chu Weichen was not surprised at all, she was stunned by her sudden movement.

He was lying on the bed, his silk clothes were messy, his white neck was wide open, and his thin collarbone could be seen, and his thin waist was lifted up with his clothes.

He struggled and found that the force of the clamp became stronger.

"Xiao Liu, let go."

Chu Weichen, a young man with a hoarse voice and a cold temperament as white as jade, showed a trace of shyness between the two people's breath.

But, it’s just a smooth process.

Because he found out that Qiao Yu was crying

Her lips moved, and Chu Weichen finally heard what she was saying.

She is shouting.

Master

Over and over again, shouting suppressed, fragile, and sad.

Through her sad eyes, Chu Weichen seemed to see Xiaonan Mountain stretching under the ice and snow.

The Evergreen Hall, the ninety-eight dragon bone whips, the snow splashing on the white plum blossoms, and the heartbreaking helplessness and resentment.

This is Xiao Liu’s inner demon.

Several years passed by in a blink of an eye, and the demonic barrier that had been suppressed in my heart suddenly burst out at this moment.

The corners of Chu Weichen's eyes burned. Those were the tears shed by Qiao Yu. They dripped down and burned in his heart.

He looked at her, his Adam's apple twitching.

"Yuyu, my little dear."

He imitated someone's coaxing behavior, and his cold voice revealed rare tenderness.

"Xiao Yu'er, be good."

"Baby Yuyu."

The voice is soft, like a pair of big hands gently patting the body.

Qiao Yu's hand gradually relaxed, and Chu Weichen wanted to put her down on the bed, but just as he closed his mouth, his body sank, and his small fangs bit his throat like punishment.

hiss--

Joe! Little! Six!
Chapter completed!