Such delicate and gentle movements made Xiao Hen suddenly think, is this how my mother feels?
In a dazed state, Su Qiban swallowed the medicine that slipped into his mouth, feeling bitter in his consciousness, frowning, pouting, and the medicine in his mouth slowly flowed out.
Qiu Zimo took the silk handkerchief and took the trouble to help Su Qi wipe it down.
Xiao Hen had never seen such a warm scene since he was a child. When he saw it suddenly, he felt a different kind of feeling that he couldn't describe.
As the sun set, Xiao Hen stood in front of the window, listening to Qiu Zimo and Su Qi telling stories in detail, like a child, telling stories about the outside world.
"Master Qiu, a scholar in the courtyard suddenly fainted. Go and have a look. The doctor is also here." A palace official rushed into Su Qi's room and stood aside to report eagerly.
The story in Qiu Zimo's mouth was interrupted. She raised her eyes and looked at the palace servant and said, "You go out first, and I will come." Then she tucked Su Qi's quilt and called Xiao Hen and said, "Master Xiao, tonight
Please take care of Su Qi first, and then change her room to another room when Su Qi gets better. I'll come see her later."
Xiao Hen turned around and agreed, and saw Qiu Zimo leading the door out.
Xiao Hen walked to the bed and looked at Su Qi who looked like he was sleeping after drinking the medicine. Perhaps because Qiu Zimo told a story, his eyebrows were not as tightly knitted together as before.
Even the corners of his mouth seemed to contain a gentle smile.
Whether you are a woman or a man, you are like a child when you are sick.
Xiao Hen looked at Su Qi's mumbling lips and suddenly felt that he looked like a child.
Such sudden thoughts shocked Xiao Hen. He stood up straight, walked to the room, opened the door and walked out.
The wind in early summer is cool, fresh, and carries the refreshing taste of summer.
Xiao Hen wanted to come out for some air. He felt that Su Qi's sudden quietness must have made him uncomfortable, so he hoped that he could get better soon, even if he woke up with his teeth and claws as usual.
Xiao Hen sat on the stone chair in the corridor. It wasn't until he climbed into the camp endlessly that Xiao Hen took steps towards the room.
Pushing open the door to the room, he heard soft murmuring coming from the room. When Xiao Hen took a closer look, he discovered that it was Su Qi who was talking in her sleep.
He saw two arms exposed, beating the quilt without rhythm, shouting something incomprehensible, and a secret trickle of sweat on his forehead. He must have had a nightmare.
Xiao Hen put his hands that were restless outside into the quilt. As soon as he tucked his quilt in, he heard the footsteps of someone coming in from the outside. He took a closer look and found that the person who came in was Qiu Zimo.
"Master Xiao, you come here to eat something first. Su Qi will leave it to me now." Qiu Zimo put the food in her hand on the table and motioned for Xiao Hen to come over and eat...
Xiao Hen sat by the bed with no intention of getting up. He looked at Qiu Zimo who came forward and said: "Master Qiu is so kind to Su Qi, as if he has not seen old friends for many years, but Su Qi seems to have forgotten
What, I don’t remember you, Master.”
Qiu Zimo clenched her hand tightly and immediately reflected: "Master Xiao, you are overthinking it. In fact, don't look at Su Qi, who is so domineering. He is not bad, but he is too naive and does everything with a playful mind.