This voice was all too familiar. Song Qinghuan suddenly turned over and sat up, not wanting to involve his back, and took another breath of pain.
Tears were in his eyes, and he couldn't hold back his anger when he saw Xiao Ci jumping down from the rafter.
"You, you still have the nerve to come here, you, you should dig a grave and bury yourself."
After a pause, he added: "It's a waste of land to bury it, so it's time to burn it and feed the ashes to the fish."
Song Qinghuan scolded him viciously, which did not make Xiao Ci angry. On the contrary, he was so angry that he started to rise and fall violently.
Xiao Ci walked to the table in a familiar manner, stretched out his hand to take out the warm kettle, felt the heat on his head, and then poured another cup of tea and handed it to Song Qinghuan.
"I've been scolding you all night, I'm afraid I'm going to breathe fire."
Song Qinghuan snorted softly and turned her head away arrogantly, ignoring it.
Xiao Ci stood in front of her for a while, then finally sighed helplessly and said in defeat: "Auntie, calm down, it's really my fault during the day. If you have a lot of trouble, don't take it out on yourself."
He added: "It is said that acknowledging a mistake can lead to great improvements. Why don't I rush to apologize?"
As he spoke, he looked at Song Qinghuan's expression and saw a somewhat unbearable smile on her face, so he immediately followed her with a smile.
He sat beside the bed and put the tea cup into Song Qinghuan's hand: "I am also in a hurry today. If the ice pillar really hits you, it won't be an injury."
The voice at this moment was mostly gentle, which was completely different from the angry roar during the day.
Song Qinghuan's heart was pounding and she felt a little strange, but the anger dissipated instantly, she curled her lips and walked down the steps.
He glared at Xiao Ci, drank all the tea in the tea cup, and then handed the tea cup to Xiao Ci: "I want more."
Xiao Ciwu refused to obey again and immediately stood up to pour her another glass.
Song Qinghuan then said calmly: "I was just in a hurry. Your little princess is a bitch. If I don't protect her, you might want to skin me."
Xiao Ci returned the tea cup to Song Qinghuan. After thinking about it, he thought it was right, and then said: "Then you must wait for me wherever you go next time."
Without waiting for Song Qinghuan to respond, he asked again: "Is it painful?"
The house was burning hot, and Song Qinghuan's back was hurt, so he only wore a thin piece of pajamas. The little clothes inside were dark in color and seemed to be slightly visible.
Song Qinghuan was just angry and didn't have time to think about it. Now her anger dissipated. When Xiao Ci asked, she realized what she was doing.
His cheeks turned red, he threw away the empty tea cup in his hand, pulled off the brocade quilt and wrapped it around his body, the look in his eyes made him want to skin him and draw blood.
"When did you come? Did you, did you all see it?"
Xiao Ci was startled, and the look on his face could not be more serious, but he glared at Song Qinghuan: "You have been thinking about something all day long, am I such a shameless villain?"
Whether it was shameless or not, only he knew.
As soon as the doors and windows of Song Qinghuan's room were closed, Xiao Ci was already inside. Not only did he hear all of Song Qinghuan's curse words from beginning to end, but he also watched the entire process of applying medicine on her back.
However, this kind of thing cannot be admitted at this time.
When it comes to being shameless, Song Qinghuan is really no match for him. Seeing his serious and frank face, she also believed him.
Even so, Song Qinghuan still stabbed: "If you weren't shameless, would you break into a girl's boudoir in the middle of the night?"
Then he said: "Didn't you say last time that you would never break into my house again?"
What happened last time was so long ago that Xiao Ci couldn't remember it clearly, so he sneered and touched his chin.
"Aren't you afraid that you will be angry with me?"
He himself knew exactly what it was for.
Xiao Ci didn't stay in Song Qinghuan's house for long before he climbed out of the window and left again.
Song Qinghuan rarely moved on weekdays. He was very tired from the trip to Lishan, and his back was hurt. Xiao Ci coaxed him out of his anger, and soon he fell asleep on the soft pillow again.
Xiao Ci sat on the roof of Lanyue Pavilion for half a night against the cold wind, guessing that Song Qinghuan was about to go to bed, so he sneaked into the house again.
There was still a yellowish lamp burning at the corner of the couch, and the ginger-yellow curtains were hung with golden cicada hooks.
At a glance, he saw Song Qinghuan lying on the soft pillow, eyes closed, breathing evenly, sleeping very deeply.
The sky-blue brocade quilt was covered around her waist, revealing a section of plain white pajamas on top.
Xiao Ci moved to the couch with very light steps, sat down next to Song Qinghuan, and called softly twice more.
Seeing that she was indeed sleeping deeply, he raised his lips and smiled, reaching out to tuck the messy hair on her temples behind her ears.
The fingertips touched her face, she paused for a moment, but finally took them back.
He cursed: "A very smart person is hopeless when he becomes stupid."
After she finished scolding, she carefully rolled up her pajamas and looked at the injuries on her back carefully under the light.
The broken branch was already strong, and it fell with the ice hanging on it, which naturally brought a lot of strength.
Although his heart and lungs were not injured, Song Qinghuan's pampered body was still terribly injured.
I saw a patch of red on my back, and an obvious swelling, slightly tinged with purple.
When Texue was applying medicine to Song Qinghuan just now, Xiao Ci looked at it clearly. At that time, he had never seen the injury so serious. Looking at it now, he couldn't help but take a breath.
He was angry and cursed again: "Idiot, let's see if you do such stupid things in the future."
He quickly took out an enamel box from his pocket, scooped out the fine white ointment inside, and applied it gently on Song Qinghuan's back.
Song Qinghuan was so tired that she woke up half-asleep in pain. In a daze, she seemed to see that person standing beside her, with gentle, focused and affectionate eyes. Although she couldn't see clearly, it still made her feel at ease.
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His eyes drowsied and he fell asleep again. When he woke up in the morning, the figure still remained in his mind.
Song Qinghuan lay on the soft pillow for a while, but couldn't remember what that person looked like. She just thought it was a dream and couldn't help but smile.
I don't know whether it was due to the injury to his back or the trip to Lishan, but Song Qinghuan couldn't get up that day and was top-heavy after sleeping all day.
The doctor came to see me once, prescribed some medicine, and drank it morning and night. It was not until midnight that the high fever subsided.
Wei Yutang didn't sleep well all night. After getting the letter, he rushed to the Song family to apologize.
Seeing his anxious look, Xiao Yun smiled and said comfortingly: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I've caught some wind and cold. I'll just rest for a couple of days. Don't worry about it."
Although he said this, he still led Wei Yutang to Lan Yue Pavilion to take a look.
A screen embroidered with pictures of ladies was set up, and Wei Yutang sat outside the screen, so overwhelmed that he didn't even know where to put his hands.
