My little puppy is sick

Chapter 334 Leading the Red Line to the Crazy Critic Demon Monarch 42
Qi Yan stretched out her hand and gently landed on Ji Yu's arm, wanting to feel the smoothness of the skin.

Before the fingertips touched Ji Yu, the other party suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as black as a deep pool with a sharp expression, and his broad palm grasped Qi Yan's hand with great strength.

The woman beeped softly, and Ji Yu didn't react until he heard it. He quickly relaxed the force on his hand, but he didn't want to let go of the woman's hand.

He was a little anxious, his lips groaned, a rust-like feeling surged from his throat, Ji Yu coughed violently, and the blood he spit out stained the white facecloth red.

"senior!"

Qi Yan exclaimed, she moved forward, a little anxious, "Senior, don't worry, I didn't mean it, take it easy!"

Ji Yu covered her face towel and wiped her mouth, and it took a while to stop coughing.

The face scarf was already stained red with blood, and Qi Yan felt very uncomfortable seeing the red blood stains.

She suddenly remembered that Qi Guan had just come to the kitchen and told her that there was medicinal soup on the senior's table, and Qi Yan got up immediately, only to find that the senior was still holding her hand.

"Senior?" Her mind was all on senior just now, and she didn't realize that the hands of the two were still clasped together.

Ji Yu followed Qi Yan's gaze and landed on the hands they were holding tightly together, and he seemed to have just realized it, and slowly let go of Qi Yan's hand.

I don't know if it was Qi Yan's illusion, how did she feel, when the senior let go of her hand, she caressed it inadvertently.

It was probably her illusion, Qi Yan shook off the strange thoughts in her head, she looked at the table, and she saw a bowl of medicinal soup.

It was still warm, probably because Qi Guan cast a spell on it.

"Senior, drink the medicine."

Qi Yan brought the medicinal soup to Ji Yu's side. Ji Yu looked at her and lowered her voice: "Go out."

Qi Yan was a little dazed when she heard this voice.

This was the first time the senior had spoken to her.

And the voice is somewhat familiar, as if... a person.

Ji Yu didn't want to be discovered by Qi Yan, so she lowered her voice, making her voice more mature and deep.

Qi Yan lowered her eyes, her heart trembled, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she put the medicinal soup on the table,
Her voice sounded very gentle: "Senior, after drinking the medicinal soup, wait until the chicken soup cools down. Remember to drink the chicken soup to replenish your body. The soup that has been boiled for three hours tastes pretty good."

Qi Yan walked out and closed the door outside by the way.

After a while, Ji Yu withdrew his gaze, his eyes fell on the chicken soup, and he stretched out his white and slender hand to pick it up.

He noticed that there was a bowl of medicinal soup beside him, and Ji Yu frowned. He didn't want to drink it, but Qi Yan's order sounded, so he changed direction and picked up the medicinal soup.

He tore off the towel.

Ji Yu drank the medicinal soup, but the bitter taste didn't change his expression at all.

Then he picked up the chicken soup and savored it carefully.

The next day.

It was a disciple who delivered Ji Yu's lunch, his eyes were a little cold when he saw someone coming.

Ji Yu's voice was emotionless: "Why did you change?"

The disciple froze for a moment and put down the food box.

"Oh, Senior Sister Qi Yan has something to go out, but Senior Sister has repeatedly told me to watch you for lunch."

Ji Yu's fingertips tapped on the wooden chair, and after a long time, she hummed lightly.

The disciple was overjoyed, and immediately handed over the chopsticks and laid out the dishes separately.

The disciple also made Ji Yu a cup of hot ginger tea, and he brought out a small casserole.

"This is the corn ribs soup that senior sister Qi Yan made before going out. You can drink it slowly after eating."

Ji Yu's eyes softened, and he ordered the casserole, "Make a bowl of soup first."

(End of this chapter)