When I opened my eyes, my fox became a sick villain

Chapter 108 The Sick Fox
Qing Wu sat beside him, and the man immediately embraced him, "Sister Qing, I...ahem...I miss you so much."

"Don't you want to talk to me?" Qing Wu teased him.

Yan Chenjin shed two tears, "Ahem, I don't."

Qingwu sighed a long time, and pulled his sleeves sourly to wipe his tears, "How old are you, crying and crying, what do you look like?"

He lifted up the little wooden figure in his hand, "I cough...I don't know if this is...you gave it, I fixed it, cough cough, sister Qing, don't be angry with me."

Qingwu stared at the little wooden figure for a while, "Throw it away if you don't like it, I know it doesn't look good, so there's no need to force it."

These words are frank, and she herself despises this little thing.

It's just that I have worked hard for several days. If he doesn't like it, he can refuse it, but there is no need to destroy it.

Qingwu was also angry at the time, but now that he thinks about it carefully, it doesn't seem that bad.

Especially when he saw Yan Chenjin hanging his head, holding the little wooden man carefully, and muttering in a low voice, "I like it, I like it, I really like it, ahem, I like it."

Qingwu pinched his chin with two fingers, forcing him to raise his head. The boy's eyes were already red from crying, his throat was dry and itchy, he wanted to cough but resisted it, his brows and eyes were full of grievances.

"What on earth do you have to be wronged?" Qing Wu asked him.

A crystal teardrop at the end of his eye was about to fall, he choked up, "I..."

She really didn't understand that it was she who should be wronged, and she should be the one who should cry.

What Yan Chenjin is best at is beating her up, always trying to soften her heart, time and time again.

Qingwu used to regard it as a child's petty temper, and she also liked that he had a little temper, but she didn't allow him to make mistakes.

Who is the woman leaving his room?Why was he in his room at that hour?
Qingwu unconsciously increased the strength of his fingers, and the young man's fair and fragile skin began to turn red, so Qingwu let go of his hand.

The boy tilted his head to one side, coughing unceasingly, as if he was going to pass out of breath.

He was obviously very angry and extremely aggrieved, but he still couldn't help giving him some relief.

Qingwu felt that she was really hopeless, suffering from a disease called love, which could easily affect people's emotions and behaviors, and she was terminally ill.

This disease made her happy, but also made her despair.

No one taught her how to be sincere, no one taught her how to be tolerant, and no one taught her how to love someone.

She has worked hard to do better, but it is still not satisfactory.

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't detect the other person's mind.

It's strange to say that she is so rational and clear-headed, but when encountering matters related to Yanchen, she unconsciously feels insecure, exhausted her thoughts, suspicions, doubts...

In the final analysis, perhaps it was her deep-rooted inferiority complex at work, she almost instinctively felt that she was not worthy of being loved.

At the slightest crack, she's self-abandoning and doubting.

From the beginning to the end, perhaps what she doubted was not Yan Chenjin's sincerity, but...whether she deserves that kind of sincerity.

No one loves her, so all the gains may be a sand house that will collapse at the touch of a touch.

"What do you want me to do, Ah Jin?" She slowly closed her eyes and asked almost powerlessly.

The young man knelt on the couch, leaned over and hugged her, "I don't want...ahem...don't want to do anything, sister Qing, ahem, don't treat me like this."

As she spoke, those two bright red lips pressed against her cheeks.

Qingwu pushed him away, and she stared at him for a long time before she spoke: "Jin, I've thought about it carefully for the past few days, maybe you're just thinking about it, you rely on me, but you don't like me. If I don't come back to life , you won’t be entangled anymore, will you?”

"No..." He lowered his eyes and still sat on his knees.

No, it's not dependent, it's liking, always liking.

Even if he pays all the price and the world is destroyed, he will find a way to bring her back to life.

Qingwu smiled wryly, "Then why? I've also heard that your monster clan has no restrictions on spouses. Are you the same as your father?"

"It's different!" The young man's eyes were red, his face was blushing, "I'm not the same as him, ahem. I only have you, I only like you, I won't, I won't be like that...cough cough. You know it well, I hate him, I... Keke will never be like him. "

Yan Chenjin's father was his sore spot, if it wasn't for such a situation, Qingwu would never have the heart to say such a thing.

"Really?" Qingwu closed his eyes, "I'll give you a chance now, tell me, every morning, who is the nun who comes out of your room? What did she do when she went to your room? what?"

She slowly raised her head and looked up at the kneeling young man, calmly, like a judge, waiting for the criminal to explain.

Yan Chenjin didn't even dare to look at her, and just coughed and said, "I...cough cough I...don't know, I don't know what kind of nun, I didn't do anything. Cough cough, sister Qing, you know , Ahem... I can't do anything, I'll be afraid."

Qingwu suddenly laughed, a bitter smile, uglier than crying.

She even began to wonder if that kind of fear was just for her?
Qingwu wasn't laughing at Yanchenjin either, she was laughing at herself, laughing at herself thinking for a moment that no matter what he said, as long as he gave an explanation, she would believe it.

However, this explanation is not an explanation at all.

His lies are too obvious, 'don't know', what a 'don't know'!
"Finished?" She still asked him calmly.

Yan Chenjin didn't nod or shake his head, the ambiguous attitude made Qingwu's heart drop to the freezing point.

The two were silent, looking at each other, both entangled and sad, only the coughing of Yan Chenjin kept ringing.

After a long time, Qing Wu said: "Lie down for a while, take a rest, and when you warm up, I will send you back."

After finishing speaking, she pulled the quilt and covered her feet with Yan Chenjin.

He didn't listen, didn't lie down, didn't move.

"Sister Qing, I...cough cough cough..." He coughed more and more, Qingwu grabbed his wrist and channeled his demonic energy.

Yan Chenjin didn't say a word, the fox's eyes were so red that he withdrew his hand.

Qingwu frowned, "Yanchenjin! Are you threatening me with your own body?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly, "If I can... ahem... threaten you, does that mean, ahem... you still like me?"

Qing Wu stood up and stared at him in disbelief, "So what? Yan Chenjin, what do you want, I like you, is it a tool you can use? Or am I a tool you use?"

"No, no... Cough cough, I didn't think that way, I... I just... I can't help it, cough cough cough, sister Qing, I'm so... afraid of you now." His voice was weak, his breathing was unsteady, It seemed as if he would run out of strength and faint in the next moment.

Qingwu felt a thorn in his heart, "I'm afraid of you too, Yanchenjin, I don't care about anything else, you are coquettish and like to make trouble, I let you do it. You have a small temper, I will do my best to tolerate you, but I don't accept betrayal, even if it's for my own good, I don't accept it."

She couldn't bear the loss after instilling emotion with all her heart.

Such a thing, once is enough for her to suffer.

It doesn't matter if the blood crow devours her, but betrayal and abandonment are more painful than death.

The boy's tears were falling down, he raised his hand and grabbed Qingwu's sleeve, "No betrayal, cough cough, sister Qing, I didn't, I swear, never, cough cough..."

He seemed to have exhausted all his energy, the hand holding Qingwu's sleeve slowly dropped, and he fell down as well.

Qingwu caught his fallen body almost instinctively.

The boy transformed into his original body in her arms, and Qingwu put him on the couch, but even after fainting, the little fox's sharp claws still grabbed her clothes tightly.

At this moment, Qingwu was thinking hopelessly in his mind: It's time to cut his nails.

She felt powerlessly that she couldn't let go, no matter how hard she said, she still couldn't let go.

Love him even though you think he might betray.

It's so strange that it's been so hard to let go even after a few months.

When Qingwu was lying on the couch, holding Yanchenjin in her arms, she thought: Forget it, let's continue pestering!
She gently stroked Yan Chenchen's warm and soft fur, her mood was gradually soothed.

It was undeniable that she really liked his real body.

After Qibai made the dumplings, she knocked on Qingwu's door.

The little fox seemed to be stuck to her body, Qingwu couldn't get up to open the door, fearing that he would get cold, so he had to cast a spell to open the door for Qibai.

Jiang Qibai put the dumplings on the table, didn't see Yan Chenjin, and asked: "Young Master Yan, how is he?"

Qingwu shook his head, "I lost the magic energy to him, and there is no serious problem, just take a rest and you will be fine."

Jiang Qibai nodded in relief, "That's good, tonight is... New Year's Eve, Ah Qing, do you want...to watch the New Year...with us?"

She glanced down at the little fox who was still asleep, and said, "If he wakes up, let's go together!"

Jiang Qibai smiled, "Ah Qing, you really still... care about Mr. Yan, I think, you must have... some misunderstandings, feelings, you need to communicate more, otherwise, it won't last long."

Qingwu nodded, "Qibai, thank you, if you can, please teach me more!"

The girl scratched her head embarrassingly, and said, "Actually, I don't know too much... I just said it casually."

"I like to hear you talk about these things, which I'm not good at." Qing Wu said.

Jiang Qibai said earnestly: "Ah Qing, if you have anything you want to know, you can just ask me, if I know, I will definitely... tell you everything."

"Thank you."

The girl waved her hands again and again, "You're welcome, my life was saved by you, Ah Qing, I will always... stand by your side."

Qingwu smiled lightly.

If there was someone who rescued her when she was trapped in Langya Mountain and took her out of the sea of ​​suffering, maybe she...wouldn't be so bad at dealing with feelings.

The more emotionally involved, the more afraid she is, the more important she is, the more afraid of losing, the more afraid... of being betrayed.

When it was dark, the little fox woke up.

A pair of big round and bright eyes looked at Qingwu flickeringly, and couldn't help sneezing and coughing a few times from time to time.

Qingwu said lightly, "Wake up, eat something."

After all, she wanted to get up to get him dumplings, but the little fox grabbed her clothes, one person and one fox pulled each other, and the hem of the clothes was torn to pieces.

Seeing Qingwu frowned, the little fox was about to cry, "I...cough cough cough..."

Qingwu didn't speak, turned around and went out.

Tears rolled down from the white fur, leaving two shallow tear grooves.

After sobbing a few times, he felt that the other party was not there, and it was useless to cry, so he simply jumped off the couch and wanted to run outside.

Before reaching the door, the door was pushed open again, and Qingwu came in with a small knife in his hand.

Seeing him jumping off the couch, he suddenly became out of breath, "Go back and lie on your stomach."

The little fox immediately jumped onto the couch disheveledly, and obediently got down.

Qing Wu sat beside him, "Stretch out your claws."

Trembling little furry paws were handed to Qingwu, and Qingwu trimmed his nails, "Don't cough, so as not to scratch you."

The little fox immediately held his breath, not daring to make any noise.

"Do you want to suffocate yourself?" Qingwu said helplessly.

He didn't answer, and he didn't breathe.

Qingwu pinched his jaw and pried his mouth open, "Wait!"

The little fox took a few breaths, then coughed uncontrollably.

How could he still be coughing so badly when he had lost his magic energy?

Logically speaking, those devilish energy were enough for him to recover.

Qingwu can only attribute this irrationality to his being too weak, after all, half of her body's devilish energy back then couldn't stir up waves in his body.

There was nothing he could do, he kept coughing, Qingwu could only cut his nails with extra care, which took a lot of time.

After cutting the nails, the little fox curled up on her lap.

Qingwu had an inexplicable sense of guilt, always feeling that he had been wronged, but in fact, it didn't seem to be the case.

The little fox squinted his eyes, flicked his big tail, and swept the back of my hand from time to time, as if he didn't care.

The back of his hand was itchy, so Qingwu held his tail, "Don't rub around."

The little fox was disobedient, and put his cheek against Qingwu's other hand, still rubbing it flatteringly.

Qingwu really couldn't do anything about his real body, so he slapped his ass with a cold face, the little fox squirmed and tilted his body, staring innocently at her with big round eyes.

"Really nothing happened?" Qing Wu asked.

The little fox was stunned, realized what she was talking about, and quickly replied: "No, ahem... Absolutely not."

Qingwu sighed, not knowing whether to compromise with him or with himself, "If you lie to me about this kind of thing, I won't let you go."

He still shook his head, "I didn't...cough cough cough..."

"Change back!"

The little fox rubbed her palm, and obediently turned into a gentle boy, with a pair of white and delicate hands still tightly holding hers, sticking to his cheeks.

Yan Chenjin's face was originally bloodless, with sickly paleness, but now that he coughed badly, his face would turn red.

(End of this chapter)