Love in Xuancheng

How many hours? Two days and one night! It seems that we have to break the moisture again.

Feng moye also felt helpless in his heart, and only said: "scab can heal. When can it heal if you don't let it scab? Darling, don't make trouble."

"Oh ~ ~" Shen Xingyue said. The pain is still tolerable. Thinking about it, he coughed up with "cough ~ ~" in his chest.

What a fear!

The wind moye immediately became nervous and hurriedly ordered, "pass off the moisture quickly!"

After dealing with it for a long time, it was in vain, and the blood gurgled out again. Feng moye immediately messed up his hands and feet, and his anxious eyes kept sweeping towards the door.

While gently helping her with her breath, she gave a voice of comfort: "yue'er is not afraid, there is Ben Wang! Take a deep breath and try to make the internal breathing slow and steady. Don't worry ―"

Shen Xingyue nodded her head carelessly, smiling in her eyes, out of breath, and said, "you -- call -- call me -- moon."

"If the princess likes it, the king will call yue'er in the future." the voice was calm again, but the frown betrayed his extremely dignified and flustered heart.

"Even the LORD was helpless." she gasped and said hard, "it seems that I'm going to leave here." then she smiled at Feng moye.

He can't forget this laugh! In Jiaofeng forest, when she fell into her arms, she also smiled at herself.

"No! I'm not at a loss! Don't talk nonsense, I won't let you do anything!" he turned and shouted at the door, "where's the moisture? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

At the end of the "come, come" speech, the figure had come to the bed. Before Feng moye opened his mouth, he had raised his Qi to rescue.

"Yue'er should hold on and can't sleep. How about talking with the king?" Feng moye pressed down his fear and dryness, trying to make his voice warm and stable.

Shen Xingyue nodded obediently. She suddenly couldn't bear to see feng moye. Although her voice couldn't hear any flaws, her eyes couldn't deceive people. She saw him very worried, very upset, very frightened and very afraid.

"Feng moye, before I met you, if death was a kind of relief, I would take it calmly. Now, even if living is a hell of torture, I want to hold on to death."

"I will not let yue'er live in hell." Feng moye's hot tears fell on Shen Xingyue's face. She slowly raised her hand and gently helped him wipe away the tears.

"I'm not sure if I'll fall in love with you, but I'm really greedy for your warmth and company. If I don't fall in love with you in the end, will you hate me?" although the voice is weak and ethereal, the clear eyes clearly reflect the evil face of the wind.

"No! It doesn't matter whether the moon loves the king or not, as long as the king can love the moon!" Shen Xingyue couldn't bear to see the forbearance, weakness and grief between her eyebrows.

She looked away slowly.

"I live in contradiction every day. I used to leave or stay, but now I die or live, but the fundamental problem is the same, all because of you!"

Feng moye looked at her and slowly closed his eyes. He was shocked out of his wits and hurriedly shouted, "moon, you can't sleep. Just stick to it again, just stick to it again!"

"Don't make noise, I'll just have a rest --" Shen Xingyue frowned and opened her mouth leisurely, as if she hadn't slept enough and wanted to stay in bed.

"Don't sleep first, help the king deal with the wound you bite, and then sleep?" Feng moye tore off the handkerchief wrapped around his wrist and cut several knives at the healing wound.

Shen Xingyue slowly opened her eyes. Feng moye held her in her arms and stretched out her hand.

"Why do you shed so much blood?" Shen Xingyue frowned.

"Accidentally rubbed it."

"You always dislike me for being noisy, and you don't worry." Shen Xingyue muttered.