When Ye Yan woke up, it was the next morning.

The huge room was quiet, the window was clear, the sky was blue like washing, and the freshness of the plants and dirt was lingering in the air.

Unknown birds screaming on the branches, and they fluttered their wings and soon flew far ...

"woke up."

Ye Yan looked at the birds flying far away from the window, and a low voice suddenly came from his ears.

At a glance, Ye Yan looked at him, and found that Si Yehan was sitting on the chair beside her bed. There were a few files in one hand, and the other hand ... he was holding her in her arms firmly.

He was pressed against your chest.

Ye Yan was shocked, and quickly loosen Si Yehan's hand. He just wanted to speak, but found that his throat was the same as being burned by fire. His lips were also cracked.

"Don't move."

Si Yehan put down the document in his hand, dipped water with a cotton swab, wiped it on her lips a little, then helped her, and handed a glass of water on the bedside to her lips.

Ye Yan opened her mouth subconsciously, and the water flowing with suitable temperature was moistened over the dry throat, and she suddenly made her comfortable.

"What's wrong with me?" After drinking the water, Ye Yan asked suspiciously.

Shouldn't she do a question in the living room? Why did she get to the bedroom in a blink of an eye?

"Fever." Si Yehan replied, his complexion seemed cold, "Do you don't feel it?"

Ye Yan's expression was a little dull because he just had a fever, and he murmured, "Last night was a bit uncomfortable, dizziness and brain bloated, but I thought it was done by mathematics, so I didn't pay attention ...

"

Aware of Si Yehan's slightly cold expression, Ye Yan subconsciously shrank into the quilt.

Si Yehan finally didn't speak, and the coldness of his body just exuded and hardened and returned. He pressed the bell of the maid's call to call the maid.

After Ye Yan came, he looked at the man in front of him strangely. Why did he wake up here? Is he just here?

Soon the room door was knocked out, and some servants walked in with a bowl of white porridge.

Si Yehan reached out and picked it over, "Eat something."

I don't know if it was her illusion. Although Si Yehan still looked scary, his tone seemed to be softer than usual.

Ye Yan looked at the tasteless white porridge, obviously not very interested, but still frowned and eaten.

"Where are you uncomfortable?"

Ye Yan shook his head, but he had no strength on his body.

Then there was silence, no one of the two did not speak again.

Ye Yan murmured and broke the silence, "I seemed to dream last night ..."

"What did you dream?"

Ye Yan recalled the opening, "One is a nightmare, and the other is a dream ... I don’t remember the nightmare, but the dream dream is so beautiful ..."

Looking at Ye Yan's intoxicating expression, Si Yehan glanced at her, "Really?"

Ye Yan nodded, "I dreamed of Dabai that made me touch my paws, but it was soft, comfortable and easy to touch!"

As a result, I didn't expect to wake up with Si Yehan's claws, a bit regrettable ...

Someone who was hugged for a night as a big white: "..."

Si Yehan took a deep breath, then pinched his eyebrows, and stood up with the porridge bowl, "You should take a good rest."

The moment I turned around, I said, "You can go back if you are sick."

It wasn't until Si Yehan had walked out of the room that Ye Yan reacted what he said.

What happened when she was unconscious?
Chapter completed!