"Who did you see before you came here?" The man in white put down the tea cup in his hand, with a hint of ice coldness on his handsome face.
The boys and girls shook their heads together.
"It turns out he's the one who can't even talk about the contract." The man in white smiled: "I am most familiar with feathers of this color...the devil!"
Snap...
A cold wind blew in from the streets and alleys.
The six-year-old child lying on the bed seemed to have had some terrible dream. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the flickering wooden windows. He stretched out his hand and pushed his sleeping family members: "Mother..."
His voice was very small, not enough to wake up the sleeping woman.
The child felt cold all over his body. He wanted to close the window, but he saw a soft shadow on the beam. The shadow hung upside down on his head, and water dripped down its sleeves, ticking, ticking...
…
The child's eyes narrowed, and he saw the shadow in the brown pupils getting closer and closer to him...
Creak!
Nangong Baiye was very tired outside. When she returned to the inn, it was already dawn outside.
Qu Luo followed her lazily: "Hey, woman, you have tormented me all night, so you must give me some reward."
When he spoke, he half-raised his thin lips and stood in the middle of the inn. The vendors who were coming and going to eat breakfast all looked red in the face.
They knew that the young master of the Qu family was well-known in the capital as a suave and charming man.
Any woman who has been involved with him will be determined to marry him...
But this Mr. Qu is like a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace, and will not stop at all.
It seems that this woman is different to him?
The vendors were holding bowls and stuffing rice into their mouths while paying attention to what was happening on the other side.
The two of them had already gone upstairs.
Qu Luo was also tired, so he picked up the quilt from Nangong Baiye's bed and just wanted to fall asleep.
Bang!
"Who is it? Who dares to kick me, young master?" Qu Luo touched his tailbone, pretending to lift the quilt and take a closer look, his face was filled with evil charm.
Nangong Baiye rolled his eyes and pulled the person over: "You're almost done. Why don't you go home quickly to wash up and sleep? The yin energy in your body makes you careful not to bump into unclean things."
"Don't scare me." Qu Luo swallowed his saliva and looked around. The more he thought about it, the weirder he became, then he stretched out his hand and coughed lightly: "Well, I'll go back first. Don't forget that I'll accompany you.
One night's reward." He leaned forward and whispered a few words into her ear, with a smile on his lips, looking very romantic...
After sending the person away, Nangong Baiye reached out and opened the quilt, and the little devil was indeed inside.
He just looked at her coldly, with an unprecedented storminess in his amber eyes.
His movements seemed to have lost their previous grace and were filled with deep fatigue.
Nangong Baiye stretched out his hand to help him up: "What? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
The little devil looked down at her, his eyes were covered by his too-long bangs, and the corners of his mouth were curved, making him look a little cold: "You and Qu Luo went out all night?"
"Your forehead is so hot." Nangong Baiye didn't answer his words. The temperature on her hand made her frown and said, "You are so seriously ill. Did you have a fever since last night?"
The little devil sneered, sick?
That is one of the eight sufferings that humans only have.
How could he get sick?
Oh……
It's just that the contract was not completed, which consumed too much of his energy.
That's why he turns into the form of a child during the day, and his body gets better and worse...
Originally, he wanted to sleep in the coffin for a few more days to recover.
But this heartless little ruffian always, again and again...
"I'm going to find the doctor. You lie down properly." Nangong Baiye's voice gently interrupted his thoughts. He wrapped the little devil in a fur coat and asked the waiter for an extra quilt before leaving the inn.
.
The little devil smiled evilly as he watched the door being closed, threw himself onto the soft bed again, and looked sideways at the beams.
The house suddenly became quiet.
He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, but the only thing he could grab was air...
He seemed to care more than he thought.
It's really bad...
While feeling dizzy, I heard someone push the door open and come in. The strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine hit my nose.
He curled his thin lips in disgust.
"Has he not eaten for a long time?" The doctor who was diagnosing the pulse had just put his hand on the little devil's hand, and a look of deep astonishment flashed across his eyes. He had never seen such a strange pulse condition before!
Nangong Baiye smiled and covered it up: "Yes, he always said that he had no appetite and rarely even drank water, so he just fell asleep like this."
"This won't work, you still need to drink water." The doctor warned, while taking back his hand: "To be honest, I have been a doctor for many years, and I don't know what medicine to prescribe to this young master, so I just grabbed some medicine to treat wind and cold.
, let’s see how it works.”
Nangong Baiye said hello, and when sending the doctor out, he gave him some extra money: "I hope no third person will know about the pulse you saw today."
"I understand." The doctor touched his white beard and didn't ask any questions. He just sighed that such a body could survive. It was clearly the pulse of a deceased person...
Nangong Baiye made a medicinal soup, but he was afraid that ordinary medicine would not work on the little devil.
Then I tried hard to think about the knowledge I learned in the 21st century.
Both humans and demons need energy.
Energy...light salt water!
Nangong Baiye poured a cup of boiling water from the purple clay pot, sprinkled some salt grains into it, and waited until the white grains melted and the water was slightly less hot, then he helped the little devil up.
"Little devil, get up and drink some water."
On his sickly pale cheeks, his eyelashes moved, and his eyes slowly opened. His eyes seemed a little less awake and less sharp than before.
Nangong Baiye carefully put the water glass to his lips and fed him to drink it one mouthful at a time. After taking the last sip of water, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, you can continue to sleep."
The little devil was lying on the pillow, looking at her.
His lips were dry and pale, but his cheeks seemed a little rosy.
His eyes were filled with indescribable anger and... longing?
Isn't it enough just to get the soul?
Nangong Baiye reached out and touched his head, tucking him tightly with the quilt. An hour later, he was still asleep, with his eyebrows knitted together, and occasionally he moaned softly.
She was anxious and tried his forehead with her hand, but it was still hot.
In this way, Nangong Baiye simply took off all the little devil's clothes, leaving only a pair of obscene pants for him.
Then he took off his coat, got under the quilt, and hugged the little devil tightly into his arms...
A message to readers: Nangong Baiye will definitely be stupid tomorrow...