Xin Yue's voice was frighteningly hoarse. Yan Zhan noticed that he accidentally touched her bleeding wound, changed his position, carefully hugged her, picked her up from the ground, and walked outside.

"What are you doing, Mr. Yan?" Cheng Zhu blocked Yan Zhan's path and said unceremoniously.

Yan Zhan glanced at Cheng Zhu lightly and said in a cold and deep voice: "If you don't want to make fun of your life, just get out of my way."

The murderous intent that burst out of Yan Zhan's mouth shocked everyone present. They watched as Yan Zhan's tall and thin back disappeared from sight, disappearing bit by bit into the night.

Yan Zhan walked to his room, and Cheng Yuan followed him. Knowing what Cheng Yuan was about to say, Yan Zhan opened the door and entered first, slamming the door angrily to block out Cheng Yuan's words.

The room exudes the elegant sandalwood, and the fragrance circulates little by little.

Yan Zhan placed Xin Yue on the wide couch covered with snow-white velvet blankets, poured a bowl of slightly hot tea, half-lifted her soft back, and said with a touch of warmth in his voice:

"Open your mouth."

At this moment, Xin Yue was like a newborn baby. She didn't have any offensive power and her consciousness was not very clear. She only acted based on her own senses. The long-awaited water came from her lips. She opened her lips obediently,

No matter how Yan Zhan put water into her mouth, which was as dry as fire, her eyes were tightly closed and her eyelashes flickered slightly.

Yan Zhan knew what Xin Yue needed most at the moment. After giving her a drink of water, he walked out of the room. After a while, he brought two bowls of hot porridge. When the porridge was about the same temperature, he served Xin Yue

He helped her up and chose the best position for feeding. He let her head rest on his chest. He held a spoon in his right hand and carefully put his left hand around her shoulder. He held the bowl and scooped up the white rice.

Porridge, pry open her lips and feed it into her mouth.

At first, there were no unnecessary thoughts. Yan Zhan's thoughts were very simple, and he just compensated her with some normal guilt. However, as time passed, the fire in the stove became more intense, causing the room to be filled with smoke.

As the temperature rises, Yan Zhan only belatedly feels the heat generated by the contact between skin and skin.

The girl's originally pale face turned a little rosy due to the heat, like a piece of the purest white jade, with peach blossom-like crimson blooming on it, casually carrying an alluring color.

Her eyes were opened slightly, half closed and half open, and her eyelashes were fluttering like butterflies, fluttering slightly. Her eyes were very blurred, as if she was drunk, with traces of coquettishness, but also as if

Fragile children open their mouths intuitively and drink porridge without guarding or guarding.

Xin Yue's breath carries the faint sweetness of her daughter's house, which makes people dizzy.

Purity and charm, two completely different temperaments blended in her body. Her little face, which had a faint blush, was illuminated by the man's white fox fur, and there was a tranquility like water on it.

Her pink lips moved slightly, and were dipped in soft and glutinous white porridge, which made them even more moist and attractive. Yan Zhan quickly looked away, his heart pounding like a drum, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

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"Are you taking revenge on me, Master Yan?"

Yan Zhan turned around and saw Xin Yue's eyes lazily raised. Her eyes were not as blurry as before, and she seemed to have woken up a little.

She still had no energy, her voice was muffled and soft, and she spoke slowly as always.

A pair of bright, dark eyes with a hint of teasing made her look less cold than usual, and even the mocking curve at the corner of her mouth was no longer so obtrusive.

When Yan Zhan looked at Xin Yue, he was suddenly shocked. He had just looked away because of embarrassment and refused to look at her, but his hand was still mechanically feeding something in the direction of her mouth, but it was obviously wrong to not look at the object. The spoon

When she tilted her head, a mouthful of warm white porridge flowed down her chin and onto her fair neck, moistening her erect butterfly bones.

Yan Zhan suddenly realized that that was why she would say things like revenge.

These words were originally very harsh, but her eyes were not as cold as before, and there was a hint of warmth, very much like a joke.

Yan Zhan was startled, but saw that Xin Yue still looked lazy, and said softly: "Aren't you going to give me a handkerchief?"

Yan Zhan seemed to have suddenly become stupid. He nodded dully, then put Xin Yue down and rummaged through the box to find the handkerchief.

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Ten days later, the sun actually appeared in the sky, a faint golden light fell down, the snow on the ground melted, and the water droplets on the eaves connected into a line and fell down.

It was night in the blink of an eye, and although the cold wind was blowing, it was not as cold as the previous few days.

For the past ten days, Xin Yue has been resting in Yan Zhan's room. The medicine Yan Zhan gave her was excellent, and her scarred body gradually recovered.

There are two large soft couches in the room, one in the east and one in the west, far apart. When sleeping, they each occupy a separate place without disturbing each other.

Xin Yue calmed down for a rare moment. Although she knew that Yan Zhan might seize the opportunity to kill her, it was useless to worry now. Her body had fallen into a state of extreme exhaustion in the past few days and she could not move. She simply felt content with her life.

, calm as usual, not thinking about anything, unable to escape left or right, it is better to have a good sleep peacefully, at least here, for the time being, there is no need to return in the wind and snow, and always worry about being hunted or killed by others.

However, now she can't sleep. It has been ten days, and her body is not as weak as it was at the beginning. She has gradually recovered. The surroundings are strangely quiet. She lights the candlelight, opens the door, and sees the lanterns hanging on the corridor outside.

The road ahead was dimly illuminated, and she clearly felt that there was no one around.

There seems to be no one on defense here.

The more this happened, the more uncertain Xin Yue became. She bit her lower lip lightly with her teeth. She made up her mind and cautiously returned to the room and retreated into bed.

She couldn't act rashly. Yan Zhan must have sent someone to observe her secretly. If she made any change, he would probably know it immediately.

In short, no matter what, she has to hide her strength and wait and see what happens. Now she has a vague feeling that Yan Zhan will not kill her yet, so she must calm down and not be impatient.

Just when she was thinking this, the door suddenly made a creaking sound, and Xin Yue knew that Yan Zhan was back.

In a room with only two people, a man and a woman, it would be awkward no matter what. Xin Yue didn't want to talk to him at all, and buried his head in the bed with his eyes closed.

"Are you pretending to sleep?" Yan Zhan's voice spread through the room and reached Xin Yue's ears.

Xin Yue thought it was his test so he wouldn't be stupid enough to be fooled, so he continued to pretend to be asleep and refused to get up.
Chapter completed!