With a melancholy expression on his face, Shi looked at his family members who were still heartbroken just now, but his patience was finally exhausted by the arrogant and unreasonable Demon Lord.
"Sir, don't be angry. After all, the demon lives for thousands of years and is not born with diseases. At this moment, he is probably more..."
Qianye pursed her lips hard, yes, helpless.
It has been said through the ages that demons can get sick. Now, as the old saying goes, it means that the heavens and the earth are not working, and even the gods can't do anything about it.
Her experience in dealing with illness can only be used as a trial and cannot be guaranteed to be effective.
However, I'm afraid Wu Zhou doesn't even know what illness is, but the feeling of illness is probably more unbearable than pain.
Qianye also got off the bed helplessly, and in a few steps he caught up with Wu Zhou who was almost lying on the ground. He helped him stand up, but was suddenly thrown away by him.
"you……"
"No need to worry...I...avoid you..."
"I said, do you still have your IQ?" Qianye's face was full of surprise, and he reached out and almost touched the tip of Wu Zhou's nose, "I have been with you for so long, how can I still harm you?!"
Wu Juxu leaned against the door frame, struggling hard but still unable to stop his eyes from closing. His body slowly went limp, and he was breathing hard, as if he would be forced to stop breathing at the next moment.
"Sir..." Shi couldn't stand it and wanted to speak again.
Qianye suddenly sighed, "Forget it, I won't argue with him now."
After saying that, he put a light body charm on Wu Zhou's body, carefully picked him up, and returned him to the bed.
She stopped trying to get him to accept her treatment methods, covered him with two more quilts, and put ice cubes wrapped in a cloth towel on his forehead. It seemed that this was the only way to keep him quiet and not resist.
Occasionally she would just wipe his hot palms with hot wine, but he would not resist her small gestures.
"Oh, you are really a difficult fox."
Wu Zhou closed his eyes and seemed to hear her voice. He touched her slightly with his fingers, "Qianye... stay with me... Leng..."
Qianye raised his eyebrows and glared, "When it's cold, you want me to accompany you, but when you think I'm nosy, you want to avoid me?"
"Just stay with me, don't worry, I'll be fine..."
Chiba sighed, dimmed the oil lamp on the side, took off his clothes, carefully lifted the quilt and got in.
And maybe Wu Zhou was cold no matter what at this time, but the temperature of the human body was strangely warm to him. When he saw Qianye getting into the quilt, his body seemed to be uncontrollably leaning towards her, and he stretched out his arms to hug her tightly.
For Qianye, holding Wuzhou was like holding a big stove and slowly stroking Wuzhou's back. From the beginning to the end, it was difficult for her to understand why Wuzhou was so interested in the concept of "accompanying".
fancy.
His so-called "accompanying" has a very intimate meaning, which is equivalent to the fact that there is no distance between a lover and a couple.
What he calls "accompanying" is actually more like a kind of eternal alliance, the kind of never leaving each other.
Sometimes she asked herself, could she really bear Wu Zhou's emotional expectations for her?
Although the meaning is very simple, the conditions are very harsh. Can she really do it?
Wu Zhou has always been asking for her emotional feedback in an almost extractive manner. In fact, Wu Zhou is not innocent at all, and his emotional intelligence is not low at all. He must have guessed something, but he never wanted to make it clear...
"Qianye...kiss me..."
Chiba immediately rolled his eyes and patted his back, "Please, you are seriously ill now."