The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

Chapter 73 The Jade-like Boy
Qinglin was not there, and there was no one to lift the curtain.

How can I survive the days to come?

He sighed, and the moment he stepped through the threshold, he cheered up and walked towards the bed with the tub in his hand.

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Ye Junlan was sitting on the side of the bed, holding a book of traveling study notes in her hand, her brows and eyes were shining, the corners of her lips were slightly curved, and she read it with gusto.

The gentle, jade-like young man only reveals a bit of vigor that only belongs to young people when he reads strange and bizarre fantasy stories.

Qingyang came to the front with a wooden basin, squatted down, stretched out his hand to try it in the basin, felt that the water temperature was just right, lifted the little master's feet, put it in gently, and gently rubbed the acupuncture points on his legs with both hands .

Ye Junlan had no feeling in his lower limbs, and let him fiddle with them.

The cold was poisonous to the bone, his legs were icy cold, and his skin was covered with white frost that was visible to the naked eye.

Qingyang rubbed for a while, his hands were trembling with cold, he hastily reached into the water, using the hot water to slowly release the biting cold.

The hot medicine in the tub neutralized the frost, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

After just a cup of tea, the water becomes cold, and soaking loses its effectiveness.

Qingyang's brows dimmed for a moment, he looked at the little master in a good mood, smiled gratifiedly, regained his energy, picked up the wooden basin, turned around and walked out.

When he came back, Ye Junlan was still reading, her eyelids were slightly red from staying up late.

"Master, it's late at night, go to sleep."

Qingyang bent down, turned around with his legs supported, and pulled the quilt over to cover him.

"Ah."

Ye Junlan smiled gently, closed the book reluctantly, leaned back along with his strength, lay down, and closed her eyes safely.

Qingyang squatted down, picked up the firewood in the kang hole with a wooden stick, to ensure that it would not go out, so he felt relieved, hugged his quilt, tiptoed to the small cave, and lay down with his clothes on.

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A good night's sleep.

Ye Junlan woke up early in the morning, for some reason, her mind was clear and her spirits were exceptionally good.

The nightmare that troubled him in the past did not appear, and he woke up naturally after sleeping.

Qingyang was still asleep, snoring one long and one short, sounding very rhythmic.

Ye Junlan smiled, did not wake him up, and closed his eyes again, enjoying the rare comfort.

"Dong dong."

There were two slight knocks on the door, the door was pushed open a gap, Shi Jian poked his head and glanced into the room, he was slightly surprised to see that Qingyang was still sleeping.

"Shi Jian, come in."

Ye Junlan opened his eyes, smiled and looked towards the door.

"Master Lan, my master said, let me come over and help Qingyang to wash and change your clothes."

Shi Jian pushed the door open and entered, and kicked Qingyang when he passed Xiaotao.

"Who? Dare to kick the young master."

Qingyang woke up in seconds, jumped up from the small collapse, and glared at each other.

"Tch, just you, dare to call yourself a young master?"

Shi Jian sneered and kicked him again.

"Shi Jian, is that you?"

Qingyang is only a young servant, he doesn't know martial arts, seeing clearly that it's Shi Jian, his aura is three points weaker.

"The master is awake, but you are still sleeping."

Shi Jian folded his arms around his chest, squinted at him, and asked without answering, "Is this what you call a loyal guardian?"

"Ah? Master is awake?"

Qingyang was so startled that his heart trembled, he looked on the bed, and was facing a pair of clear and energetic eyes, stained with a little playfulness.

"Master, please forgive me this time."

In the next second, he flirted with his upper body, howled and threw himself on the head of the bed, kneeling on his knees, weeping bitterly.

"Do not blame you."

Ye Junlan smiled gently, and moved her body subconsciously to prevent him from throwing the snot on her face: "I just woke up too. I slept soundly last night and woke up earlier."

(End of this chapter)