At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, even transparent under the sunlight. Although he was still handsome and handsome, it made her heartache to see him.

"Wan, why don't you speak?"

Xia Houlie turned his head and looked outside the bead curtain. In fact, he couldn't see the scenery in front of him clearly at the moment. Her figure blended with everything in front of him in his eyes.

"How did you know it was me?" Mu Qingwan suppressed all her sad emotions, lifted up the bead curtain and walked in, sitting down next to him.

"I can recognize the footsteps of each of you now." He fumbled and held her hand, and said calmly:

"Since the eyes began to lose sight, the hearing has become sharper."

A very casual sentence, but it cut through Mu Qingwan's heart like a sharp knife. Her nose felt sore. She tried her best to hold back the tears that were about to burst out, and pretended to be cheerful:

"Are you hungry? I'll get you some food you like..."

Just as she was about to get up, he pulled her back into his arms and said, "Wan, please stay with me. Just let Auntie prepare the food."

He didn't know how many days he would have left holding her safely like this. Now, he didn't want to be separated from her for a single second.

Mu Qingwan's eyes were focused on his big hands that were getting thinner. The veins on them were bulging out. The tears she had held back for a long time could no longer hold back and rolled down. She covered her mouth, not wanting him to know that she was crying, but it was cold.

Tears still dripped on the back of his hand.

"Don't cry, silly girl." He fumbled and wiped away her tears gently. The pain in his chest was as unbearable as tearing. "Don't worry, it will be fine. It will definitely happen. Didn't you say that? As long as we

If you don't give up easily, there will be hope. One day, I will see the light again."

She hurriedly wiped away her tears and held his hand tightly. When she touched the protruding bones, she felt her heart ached unbearably, "Yes, yes, it will be fine. No matter what the cost, I will definitely heal you."

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The two had dinner together. When Mu Qingwan took a shower and walked into the inner room, Xia Houlie was sitting on the bed playing the flute. The song he played was actually "A Laugh from the Sea" that she had sung at the Luo City Cultural Festival.

》, at this moment, the evening breeze blows slightly from

The wind blowing in from the window made his inky hair fly and dance, and his long fingers with distinct knuckles were vigorous and powerful, flying and jumping on the jade flute like white elves, performing the majestic momentum of this piece of music vividly.

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After Mu Qingwan heard him finish playing this piece, she walked over with a smile and said, "So you were at the cultural gathering at that time?"

However, Xia Houlie did not answer. He pursed his lips and asked, "How does my performance compare with Zhaohe's performance of this piece?"

Seeing his awkward look, Mu Qingwan suddenly remembered how long it had been since she played the Qinxiao duet with Zhaohe at that literary party, and he was still worrying about it.

I couldn't help but feel funny in my heart, but I said: "Of course you are the best, how can Showa compare with you?"

When Xia Houlie heard this, his eyebrows relaxed. He put down the purple jade flute and stretched out his hand towards her. Mu Qingwan took his hand and sat down next to him. He leaned towards her gently, with the tip of his nose on her cheek.

After rubbing it twice, he closed his eyes with satisfaction:

"Oh, it smells so good."

Because of his weak body, he often sweats from exhaustion, and now his body is still wet.

Mu Qingwan followed his example and smelled him. She smelled a hint of sweat and frowned, "Well, it stinks."

He chuckled softly and held her head tightly in his arms, "Come on, get used to it."

She also laughed out loud and opened his hand, "Hey, how can this be like this? Hey, let me get you a basin of water to wipe your body."

Xia Houlie took her into his arms again and played with her hair with his big hands. After a while, he said slowly:

"I wipe it every day, but it still feels dirty."

"I know you have mysophobia, but you can't wash yourself in this condition..." She thought for a while, "How about I ask Li Changan to come in..."

"Wan..." He suddenly interrupted her, with a hint of grievance in his voice: "Am I your husband?"

"Ah?" Mu Qingwan was a little confused by his sudden question. After a moment of reaction, she understood what he meant: "You...you don't want me to wash it for you, do you?"

"Why are you making such a fuss?" Xia Houlie's face darkened with dissatisfaction, "I'll wash you every day when I get better."

Mu Qingwan curled her lips, pushed him away and said, "Hey, you can take advantage of washing me, okay? Just wait, I'll call Eunuch Li..."

Xia Houlie didn't say anything. He suddenly lay down with her on his back and pulled up the quilt. After a long while, he muttered: "Then I won't wash it."

Mu Qingwan looked dumbfounded at him acting like a child. After thinking about it, she slowly walked to the bedside and touched his shoulder. He didn't respond and still lay there with his eyes closed.

She crawled to the other side of the bed to look at his face, and saw that he pursed his lips tightly and frowned, looking very unhappy. She reached out and slowly smoothed the wrinkles between his eyebrows, and whispered:

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, I'll wash it for you."

Xia Houlie then opened his eyes, slowly sat up from the bed, called Li Changan to prepare hot water, and helped him sit down in the barrel. Li Changan prepared everything and then retreated, leaving only Mu.

Qingwan stood alone with a red face facing Xia Houlie who was sitting leisurely in the bathtub.

There were some medicinal herbs in the tub, which smelled very pleasant. Mu Qingwan asked him to close his eyes, picked up the warm water with his hands and sprinkled it down from his head, along his cheeks and neck.

As it flows downward, the rustling sound of the water sounds like wonderful music.

Xia Houlie's hair is very long, very black, and shiny, like a piece of fine silk. It is more eye-catching and charming than the hair in modern shampoo advertisements.

Mu Qingwan wet his hair, sprinkled some soap locust powder, mixed with some pollen, and the scent was elegant and pleasant, lingering around, making the entire inner room feel extremely warm.

Her slightly cool fingertips passed through his hair and slowly rubbed his head. He felt very comfortable when she pressed his head so gently. He sighed contentedly and relaxed his whole body.

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Her movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting him: "If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, you must tell him immediately."

She continued to move, and he squinted his eyes slightly in comfort, only to hear him suddenly say: "Ah, it hurts!"

Mu Qingwan immediately panicked, hurriedly threw away the handkerchief in her hand, and looked at him with wide eyes: "Where does it hurt? Tell me quickly..."

He suddenly took the hand she placed on his shoulder and pressed it on his left brother. Through the skin, Mu Qingwan felt that there was beating violently, as if it was hitting her palm.

, this feeling was so wonderful that even her heartbeat began to become disordered.

She was in a daze when her body was suddenly pulled hard by him and she threw herself into his arms. He stabilized her body deeply and murmured:

"Wan, it hurts so much here."

She bit Chun all at once, tears streaming down her face involuntarily, and she beat him twice angrily:

"I told you to scare me... I won't care about you anymore..."

He didn't care that he was still wet, and hugged her tightly: "Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore..."

There was a hint of choking in Mu Qingwan's voice:

"Hey, look at you, you've lost weight...and your complexion is so bad...as long as you get better...when you get better, you can do whatever you want..."

Xia Houlie stabilized her cold forehead and comforted him for a while, then she continued to bathe him. However, after washing his back, she came to the front to scrub him, and her eyes fell on his thing involuntarily.

His little face suddenly felt as if red dye had been splashed on it, and it turned red to the root of his neck.

She put the handkerchief into his hand and said:

"Come here by yourself."

Xia Houlie spread out his hands with a helpless look: "Wan, my hands have no strength."

Mu Qingwan's eyebrows were raised: "Who are you kidding? You hugged me so tightly just now, who would believe me now that I have no strength? Come on by yourself, I'll get a change of clothes for you..."

Before she could even take a step forward, she heard a plaintive cry:

"Wan..."

The deep sense of grievance in that voice made her almost unable to move.

She looked back at his thin and pale appearance, and her heart suddenly softened. She had to bite the bullet and continue to take the hand towel and reach down, and finally cleaned him carefully.

He lowered his head slightly and let her clean it quietly. Only when her fingertips touched the place where he was most sensitive, he hummed softly and couldn't help but leaned over to kiss her forehead. She was already blushing and was

His face flushed with embarrassment when he made such a fuss, but he also knew how painful it was for him to endure it. Now that he was poisoned, even if he wanted to, he probably wouldn't dare to touch her.

Although I felt ashamed and angry, I couldn't get angry anymore when I thought of the pain he had suffered.

She looked down at his huge body, hugged him, and comforted him in his ear:

"Be good, don't make trouble. I know you feel uncomfortable. I'll help you find a solution after you finish washing."

Xia Houlie was moved and hugged her back inexplicably, with some sobs in his throat, and he murmured after a while:

"Wan..."

After taking a bath, she carefully helped him to the bedside and dried his body carefully. He got dressed and sat on the bed. She then found a dry cloth and dried his hair bit by bit. After all this work,

, she broke out in a sweat and went to take a shower again. He sat quietly on the bed and waited for her to come out from the shower. Then he pulled her into his arms. The toiletries she used were the same as his, including the medicine.

The scents are exactly the same.

The two of them exuded the same smell, which made him feel extremely satisfied inexplicably.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "Wan, God is so kind to me and allows me to have you."

Mu Qingwan raised her head from his arms, stretched out her hands to pinch both sides of his cheeks and pulled them out, muttering dissatisfied:

"Then you drove me away in the first place? You have no conscience."

He reached out to brush her hand away, but the temperature on his hand was as hot as fire. She was startled, opened the quilt and took a look, and saw that his whole body was like this, especially that thing, which seemed to be burning towards him.
Chapter completed!