Dongfang Mu Yao had never cooked anything by himself since he was a child, let alone boiled medicine.
According to the records in the medical books, she performed the operation over and over again in an attempt to clear the level with one coin. Shen Wuchuan was still suffering from a fever and her illness could not be delayed.
Fortunately, her technique was steady, and except for the fire getting a little fiercer in the middle, everything went smoothly.
The medicine was about to be ready, and at this moment a white figure slowly walked over.
Rong Mo came to her side and said caringly: "You have been busy all day. Go back and rest first. I will send it to him later."
Mu Yao shook his head: "It will be fine soon."
Rong Mo couldn't help but sigh, "Mu Yao, I always feel... you seem to be different from before."
"One year is enough to change a person." Mu Yao looked at the sparks dancing in his heart, and his eyes as pale as glass shone with a strange light: "I know what Senior Brother Rong wants to say, but I am no longer The girl who was so weak before that she only followed you and your brother, I am very grateful to you for protecting me, and I also hope that one day I can become strong enough to stand in the same position as you and my brother."
"I'm very happy to hear these words from you." A gentle smile hung on the corner of Rong Mo's mouth. He stood side by side with Mu Yao, looking at her expectantly with gentle and drizzle eyes: "Although you have shouldered so much, I just hope to be able to watch you grow step by step, and I will be very satisfied. Don’t let yourself be too tired, you still have a long way to go.”
Mu Yao looked at him calmly, thinking about the future outcome, and couldn't help but lower his eyes again.
"Ah, I'm almost over it. Senior Brother Rong, I'm leaving first." The boiling voice brought Dongfang Mu Yao back to reality. She hurriedly poured the soup into a bowl and turned around to enter the house.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Shen Wuchuan on the bed looking weakly at the opposite wall, pouting in boredom and displeasure. Mu Yao even saw his tight and smooth profile.
"You haven't slept yet." Mu Yao had already planned to shake him awake and get up and drink medicine. Although this operation was a lot of work, taking medicine would be good for his condition.
Hearing this, Chen Wuchuan glanced at her lightly and said lightly: "I feel so uncomfortable that I can't sleep. I just heard Senior Sister chatting with Rong Mo for so long. I thought Senior Sister didn't care about me."
"I'm just going to make some medicine for you." Mu Yao was a little helpless. His junior brother was like a child, with a strong desire to control.
Mu Yao sat next to him and handed the spoon to his mouth. He lowered his head and took a sip in embarrassment, and then his face wrinkled up: "It's so hot."
Mu Yao blew on it to make sure it had cooled down, and then handed it to him to drink. Shen Wuchuan followed her hand and drank sip after sip, but his face was still bitter: "I don't want to drink it, it's so bitter."
"You can get better as soon as possible if you drink medicine." Mu Yao blamed himself for being so seriously injured trying to save himself, so he always followed him.
Chen Wuchuan saw some dust on her clothes: "Senior sister cooked this with her own hands?"
"Well, I read in the medical book that this can treat post-traumatic fever." Mu Yao nodded.
Chen Wuchuan frowned. Although he didn't want to get better so quickly, this was the medicine she prepared herself, so he drank it all obediently.
But even after drinking it, Mu Yao touched his forehead and found that it was still very hot, even worse than before.
This level cannot be ignored. Chen Wuchuan's face was red, and he was lying on the bed tired and sleepy. His sick face was covered with sweat, but even so, he still said to Mu Yao: "You should take the medicine That's good, senior sister doesn't have to worry about me."
There was a broken cry in his hoarse voice, and it was obvious that he was deliberately suppressing the pain in his body.
Mu Yao touched his forehead repeatedly and said in surprise: "How could it be possible? He has obviously taken the medicine."
He lay weakly on the bed and said nothing, his wet hair sticking to his face, but he still pretended that nothing happened: "The effect of the medicine did not take effect so quickly, and I no longer feel the pain."
"You know how to lie to me." Mu Yao didn't believe him and raised his hand to brush away the broken hair from his face.
Chen Wuchuan rubbed the back of her hand and acted coquettishly: "Then what should I do to find a way to make senior sister stay and take care of me?"
Mu Yao was startled, she really never thought about staying to take care of him.
"No..." Mu Yao shook his head and subconsciously refused.
Shen Wuchuan's eyes were dull and he frowned in discomfort. He buried his head in the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "It doesn't matter, I can do it alone."
No matter how you listen to this sentence, it sounds like you are trying to hold on.
Mu Yao was hesitant. She was not worried about what the always well-behaved and sensible Shen Wuchuan would do to her, but there would always be some obstacles when a man and a woman were together.
But Shen Wuchuan's injuries are indeed serious now. If the fever persists, someone must take care of him.
He had just saved himself, so it was indeed a bit unkind for him to leave like this.
After a series of psychological struggles, Dongfang Mu Yao pulled down the quilt and saw crystal tears on Chen Wuchuan's red face. Mu Yao thought he had seen it wrong, but after careful examination, he confirmed that his eyes were indeed full of tears. The water was bright and clear. She obviously wanted to take care of him, but she didn't dare to ask too much. She could only endure the pain alone and control her tears.
Realizing that he had been discovered, Chen Wuchuan simply hugged her waist tightly, leaned into her arms, and said in a low voice: "I'm not that strong. I really want my senior sister to accompany me."
Mu Yao finally relented. She stroked his hair like a puppy and said softly: "I'll stay with you tonight."
Chen Wuchuan turned his head, his eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.
"Okay, it's already very late. You should go to bed first. If you still feel uncomfortable, tell me." Mu Yao released his spiritual power to clear his meridians. This numbing feeling greatly reduced his pain. Chen Wuchuan He curled his lips, rested on her legs and closed his eyes.
The room was quiet and peaceful, and time passed by minute by second. Dongfang Mu Yao was still observing his body temperature repeatedly at first, but later he himself dozed off, his head feeling groggy.
After a long time, Chen Wuchuan opened his eyes and found that she had fallen asleep, so he hugged her and carried her to the bed.
A single bed in the countryside was a bit crowded for two people to sleep in. Shen Wuchuan tucked her in and looked at her sleeping face so close to him, but he felt very satisfied.
There is a delicate beauty hidden between the eyebrows of the girl, and the lower lip of her high nose is as red as red, with an alluring luster. She usually has something on her mind and doesn't like to laugh, but she doesn't know that with such a delicate and refined appearance, even if she doesn't His expression will also be somewhat indifferent and noble.
The first time he got so close to her, she was like a small stove, making Shen Wuchuan always want to get closer unconsciously.
Kirigawa slowly leaned down, with the piety of valuing a treasure, and finally placed a kiss on her eyelids like a dragonfly.
He leaned on top of her head and said in despair: "Do you have to say it with my own mouth before you understand what I mean?"