Heartburn

I didn't know how to face her or how to answer her questions. I could only bow my head and swallow the steamed bun that was choked in my throat.

"What's wrong with the hand?" She raised her chin and asked my fingers in a deep voice.

Following her gaze, the fingertips were red, and they were accidentally burned when they were in a hurry. Because the skin was extremely delicate, it only left a red mark when it was burnt, and taught her to notice it.

Maybe the steamed bun was too uncomfortable, maybe it's just that I was too wronged in my heart, my eyes were hot, and I almost came to tears.

When she asked, she didn't know where the stubborn temper came from. She immediately put her hands behind her back, twisted her head, and muttered, "It's okay."

She put aside the bowl and knocked on the edge of the table with a muffled noise. I was taken aback and turned to look at her in a daze. I saw her frowning and pulling my hand over, looking down carefully, calmly There was another unnoticeable complaint in the middle: "It's hot? Why are you so careless?"

It’s okay if she doesn’t say this. When I say this, I can’t help the sourness in my eyes anymore, teardrops rolled down one by one, and I couldn’t stop it—I simply let it flow, just He bit his lip tightly and refused to let out a half cry.

She was holding my fingers and inspecting it carefully. Seeing that I was sobbing so that my arms trembled, she quickly raised her head to look at me, her tears dimly, she felt a trace of panic flashing in her eyes, and even her tone was a little anxious: " Why are you crying? But it hurts?"

——How could she know how insignificant the burn on my hand is compared to the pain in my heart.

The more tense she became, the more grievances in my heart surged, and tears fell in strings. I just wished to cry and vent all the negative emotions in my heart.

She seems to have a terrible headache, she wants to wipe the medicine for me, and wants to wipe the tears for me. She is in a mess, but she doesn't know what to do first; her white cheeks are slightly red, her thin lips are moving, and her clear eyes are full. At a loss.

After crying for a while, my heart relaxed a little, and I felt like a childish little girl. After not hearing her movement for a while, I quietly raised my eyes and saw her rare embarrassment. I couldn't help but laugh. A lot of grievances disappeared.

Being interrupted in this way, I also forgot to care about her doubts about me, and she seemed to be unaware of the previous grudge, took out the ointment from the cabinet and applied it for me-two consecutive days I have been with the cabinet in this cabinet. The ointment is predestined, it is really troublesome, and I can't laugh or cry if I want to come.

Seeing her lowering her head and applying the medicine gently with me, her eyebrows and eyes are calm and focused, her half-contracted eyelashes resemble flapping butterfly wings, she is a rare hint of tenderness, and she can't help but follow the heart to soften into a spring of water. Come, I can no longer remember the previous discord.

We tacitly revealed the topic, as if as long as we don’t touch it, it doesn’t exist, and we can always get along in such a peaceful and warm way—though I know it in my heart, it’s just It's just a deceitful concealment.

"Wei Shu said, I started to detoxify you before the hour of today." After taking the medicine, she changed into a clean uniform after carrying the screen on her back, and then sat next to me, arranging her sleeves, rather indifferently. Said.

"Suddenly? Don't you want to wait for my body to be adjusted to get rid of the poison?" The tea pouring hand paused, and I looked up into her eyes, but she silently stared at the tea cup beside me, as if deliberately avoiding it. The look in my eyes.

"That's just an excuse to provoke you-this toxin stays in the body for one more day, and the harm to the body will be severe. It is better to detoxify it as soon as possible." She explained indifferently, but I always felt that she seemed to hide it. What emotions I can't guess.

"... Hmm." Xianggu was speechless, and I drank tea with her each, and no one spoke. I used to rack my brains to find the topic when I got along with her, hoping to hear her voice more and get closer. She was a little bit, so when I was silent too, we were surprisingly quiet...this quietness was not pleasant.

Just when I was about to be defeated in this suffocating depression, when I was about to break the silence first, unexpectedly, she opened my mouth one step ahead of me-although she still looked down at the tea cup, always The indifferent tone of voice has already made me feel a great surprise: "The Poison Fairy of Baiyun Valley is so famous, you don't have to be afraid... Besides, I am here."

I know that according to her temperament, it is unprecedented to be able to say this sentence, let alone the care and maintenance that the implied meaning expresses-for me, this heart-warming sentence is similar to a promised sentence, which is more than a thousand words. Thousands of miraculous medicines are all useful; I'm not sure if they can get rid of the poison, but the soreness in my heart is cured instantly.

After having lunch in a good mood, I was taken to Wei Shu’s medicine room; this was the first time I stepped into the medicine room after coming to Baiyun Valley. Although I had a chance to pass by before, I saw the door of the room. Being tightly closed, and knowing the importance of the medicine's place to a healer, gave Wei Shu an excuse to be picky and avoid encountering any traps. I never dared to break in without permission.

Now that I followed him and entered in an open manner, with Jiang Zhuo by my side, I had no worries, and I could safely look at this shameless but unbelievable medicine room.

I don’t know what it is. This medicine room looks like an ordinary small room from the outside, but when I am inside, I find that it has at least five shelves of medicinal materials, each of which is more than ten feet high. The top and bottom are divided into multiple layers, each layer is full of all kinds of medicinal materials; most of them are names that I can't say, and there are many varieties that I have never seen before. The strong medicinal smell instantly dominates all the sense of smell, and even looks a bit pungent. Up.

I slightly slowed down the intensity and frequency of my breathing, and reduced my contact with odors, but I saw Wei Shuru take a deep breath, enjoying the intoxicated appearance, and picked out the required medicinal materials from the shelf with ease and put them in. In the basket he held in his hand, he pointed to the chest-high bathtub in the corner and said, "Take off your clothes and sit in."

He turned his back to me and said casually, but I was stunned for a while, thinking that I was listening to it-he said... take off, dress, and serve?

He walked to the bath tub and threw the herbs in the basket into the steaming water. Seeing me not answering, I glanced over impatiently, and urged in a cold voice: "I still do it there. What? Sit in quickly! I'm not responsible for the effects of the medicine!"

Listen to him, do you want me to soak in the medicated bath in this tub?

I also know that in the eyes of doctors, there is no gender distinction, but reason is one thing, and emotion is the same: not to mention that I am tired of seeing him, and I have long liked it. People also vowed in their hearts to clean themselves up and never follow Kuang Xihan's footsteps.

But now, in order to get rid of the poison, is there no choice?

Oh, if my life is gone, what shall I do to guard this bottom line.

I gritted my teeth and untied the belt of my robe when I met his calm gaze with a hint of disdain.

Taking off the azurite brocade coat, white silk shirt and middle trousers, and some fragmentary ornaments, when there was only one close-fitting garment left, my face was already hot, and my eyes were burning. Staring straight down at the ground, he refused to look up, only that he had never been as embarrassed and humiliated as he was at this moment.

With trembling fingers, he was about to put on the last coat, but he heard a faint stop: "Wait."

I quickly turned my head to look, but Jiang Zhuo was frowning and looked at Wei Shu somewhat displeased: "Mr. Wei should avoid it for the time being."

"This medicinal bath needs to add medicinal materials when it is critical to soak. If I go out, who will add medicine to His Royal Highness?" He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jiang Zhuo deeply, with an inexplicable expression.

"It's okay, just tell me what medicinal materials are needed, and I will buy them for your Royal Highness." Hearing this, Jiang Zhuo replied unhurriedly, with a gentle voice, but with an indisputable smell.

Wei Shu's chest rose and fell a few times, but he let out a cold snort, and walked away.

When I saw him leaving the medicine room, I was relieved, but turned to face Jiang Zhuo's indifferent brows and eyes, but that breath choked on his chest suddenly-in the current situation, I was going to be in front of my sweetheart... Undress and undress?

This is a hundred times worse than in front of Wei Shu!

"The water is getting cold soon." Seeing me lingering, Jiang Zhuo let out a light cough and reminded.

"Yeah..." I took a deep breath, and took off my intimate clothes as if I wanted to, and my eyes were facing her directly, without dodge the slightest--but she suddenly turned his back before the moment I was honest. Go away.

I slowly sat in the bathtub and immersed myself in the water. The heart hung high because of her gaze finally fell back into my stomach, but then it drifted away, leaving nothing to rely on.

——If she stared at me loudly, I would be completely blank in my mind. I didn’t know where to put my hands and feet, I just wished there was a slit on the ground to get in; but she really turned around without saying a word. The body doesn't look at me, but the loss can't stop sticking out his head, disturbing the mind, thinking wildly: Is it possible that she is not interested in my body?

I lowered my head and looked at the white, smooth, porcelain-like skin under the water. I couldn't help but feel a faint unwillingness to fill my heart. Kwong Xihan, his character is a bit poor, but his appearance is not wrong. Come, let alone a man, even if a woman sees it, it is rarely indifferent.

I don't want Jiang Zhuo to see me because of this skin look, but I am even more worried that... even this skin look is difficult to get into her eyes.

Suffering and entangled for a while, I dialed the medicinal materials floating on the water, and turned my head inadvertently, but I was facing a pair of eyes that were as deep as an abyss-the ink color that has always been cold as the moon, but at this moment, there is a touch of hot amber. Streaming light, I can't help but suffocate my heart, and even forgot to breathe.