The little maid looked at the young master and shook her head a little distressedly, "It's not just medicine, but also porridge. [26nbsp;]" It's been several days, and even the body is so hard that I can't stand it. Why should the young master to torture myself like this?

"You go down first."

"Yes." The little maid looked at Qiyin in confusion before leaving. She didn't know this girl for a while, and didn't know what the butler was trying to take these people, so she didn't rush to leave the door for a while.

"Young Master, see who is coming." The old housekeeper called him softly, but Luo Qiyuan still had no reaction.

"Qiyuan."

When Luo Qiyuan heard this familiar female voice, he was shocked. He supported himself and leaned against him to look here. He excitedly lifted the quilt and fell down from the ground, but his body was too weak and he fell to the ground with a few steps.

"Ayin, Ayin..."

Qiyin quickly came over to help him up. Because his strength was not strong enough, Xiaoqin also helped him with the help of the two of them worked together to help him back to lie down. Luo Qiyuan's hand was always holding her wrist, his eyes full of disbelief, for fear that he would blink again, and Qiyin in front of him would disappear like an illusion.

"It's really you, Ayin."

"It's me." Qiyin had no choice but to sit down next to the bed, looking at the haggard Luo Qiyuan, she felt extremely guilty.

"I didn't dream, I really didn't dream. Ayin, I knew that you couldn't leave mine, you would definitely not be right." At this time, Luo Qiyuan became like a child, his eyes full of grievances and pitifulness, but he was stubbornly capturing the emotions in Qiyin's eyes.

"Ayin doesn't care about the young master." Slapping Luo Qiyuan's back, Qiyin gently pushed him away, and said softly: "Qiyuan, can you take medicine first?"

Luo Qiyuan nodded gently, but refused to move his eyes away from her. Qiyin wanted to get up but found that his hand was still unwilling to let go, so she looked at Xiaoqin who was standing not far away with her helplessly.

"Xiaoqin handed me the medicine bowl."

Xiaoqin, who was stunned for a moment, came back to her senses and said no, handing the medicine bowl on the table to Qiyin's hand. The medicine should have been boiled for a while, but the bowl was still a bit hot.

"Qiyuan let go first, okay? I'll feed you medicine."

"You won't run away, are you?"

"Won't."

"Yeah." After confirming the answer, Luo Qiyuan let go of his hand after a while.
Chapter completed!