Xiahou Yongli hugged her and stared at her sleeping face quietly, feeling a little ache.

She was sleeping uneasy, with a little pain on her beautiful little face, her brows frowned like smoke, her long eye feathers kept shaking, and her lips, which were slightly white due to excessive blood loss, also opened and closed slightly, as if she was experiencing something that was unbearable to her.

Xiahou Yongli sighed lightly, gently stroked her slender fingers on her frown brow, rubbing it back and forth, and whispered gently: "Yinyin, don't be sad, I will get back the pain you suffer twice as much. Yinyin, believe me!"

Perhaps she slowly calmed down when she heard his promise, and the originally frowning eyebrows gradually stretched out.

The moonlight shines quietly into the house, sprinkling a room of silver light. The carvings on the window shuttle overlap with the shadows of the trees in the courtyard, shaking constantly, revealing indescribable tranquility and warmth.

There are small insects roaring in the yard, and there are frogs croaking in the distance. The night is deep and beautiful.

The next morning, Deyang woke up in Xiahou Yongli's arms. She was stunned when she woke up. He was actually hugged by him all night?

"Young Master?" Deyang murmured at his quiet sleeping face.

He was already very handsome, and now he was sleeping quietly, with sword eyebrows on his temples, black eyelashes like fans, his high nose like the most straight mountain love, and his red and thin lips. His face was as perfect as moist jade. He just slept quietly beside her, and he made her feel warm and heart-warming in her stunned eyes.

Xiahou Yongli slowly opened his eyes, and her figure immediately appeared in his dark eyes.

"Yin Yin woke up?" Xiahou Yongli's elegant voice was not a bit dumb, nor was it as lazy as he had just woken up.

"Are you tired?" Deyang extremely rejected his closeness last night, but now, he only felt that it was very warm to snuggle in his arms, which made her feel a little nostalgic.

"Yinyin, are you okay?" Xiahou Yongli also sat up, watched her complexion carefully, and then laughed for a while, "Yinyin will be cured as long as it doesn't burn."

Deyang looked at his bright sunny smile and couldn't help but reach out to touch his cheek, murmured: "Thank you for your hard work, with the protection of your son, Yin Yin will be fine."

She didn't know that she had signs of a fever in the middle of the night. It was Xiahou Yongli who used his internal force to clear the meridians for her, which made her feel safe.

Xiahou Yongli looked at her and smiled slightly, listening to her gentle words, his eyes were bright and bright, unlike the dullness he had before.

Deyang looked at his bright eyes and felt suspicious. Why is he like a normal person?

At this moment, Xue Ling heard outside the door calling: "Young master, madam, it's the hour of Yin."

Deyang then remembered that this was her east wing room. Xiahou Yongli stayed in her room for a night, and the servants were watching!

"Yeah, I understand." Deyang responded, and calmed down again outside.

"Young Master, it's time for us to wash up." Deyang's face was slightly red, his eyes were like the waves of autumn water, and he looked at Xiahou Yongli with a rippling look.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Xiahou Yongli looked at Deyang's shoulder and said warmly, "I changed the medicine later. If it did not worsen, I could go."

Deyang smiled and nodded, but thought in his heart that he had to go even if it worsened!

But he ignored Xiahou Yongli's talk about changing the medicine, and the medicine... in the end he changed it!

The two of them packed up, and it was getting late. Qian Wu and Xiao Luo sat on the two shafts of the carriage and drove quickly towards Yazhu.

Deyang sat in the car, looking at the scenery that was constantly regressing between the curtains, and sneered in his heart, saying that there was a good show today!
Chapter completed!