Article 78
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Ink burning: "..."
He knew that Chu WanNing didn't like suffering, and was even afraid of suffering.
But if it was in a sober state, the stubborn Elder Yuheng would definitely endure his disgust and swallow the medicine in one gulp, at most he would put on a straight face afterwards and secretly eat a piece of candy.
Unfortunately, Chu WanNing is now in a coma.
Mo Ran had no choice but to lose his temper with an unconscious person, so he had to be patient and feed him a small sip, and wipe the concoction at the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief from time to time.
This is not difficult for Mo Ran, after all, in his previous life, for a period of time, he also came to feed Chu Wanning medicine like this every day, and at that time Chu Wanning still resisted, Mo Ran slapped him , and then grabbed his chin, and kissed him fiercely, his tongue ravaged nüè, bloody...
Don't dare to think about it again, the last few spoonfuls of Mo Ran's feeding were a bit sloppy, and almost half of them were spit out by Chu Wanning. Then he put the person on the bed, and roughly twisted the quilt.
"I'm doing my best. Don't kick the quilt at night. You're already hot. If you accidentally catch a cold..."
Halfway through talking, he suddenly lost his temper and kicked the bed.
"Forget it, what does it matter to me if you catch a cold or not? I wish you would get sicker and worse, and it would be best to die."
After speaking, he turned and left.
When he walked to the door, he felt that his heart was hanging and couldn't let go, so he turned back, thought for a while, and extinguished the candle for him. Then leave again.
This time I walked to the water of the Red Lotus Pond, looking at the water lilies that had absorbed Chu Wanning's blood and became more and more beautiful, the irritability in my chest only increased.
He became angry with embarrassment, but returned to the bedroom with hands and feet.
He creaked around the house like a rusty and aging mecha man, and finally stood by Chu Wanning's bed reluctantly.
The moonlight scattered from the half-open bamboo windows, and the silver glow soaked in Chu Wanning's handsome face.
His lips were pale, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
Mo Ran thought for a while and closed the window for him. There is a lot of humidity in Sichuan, so sleeping with the windows open at night is always bad for people. After finishing this matter, Mo Ran secretly swore:
Then turn back from the door, he is a dog!
As a result, when he walked to the door, with a bang, Chu Wanning kicked the quilt down with one foot.
Ink burning: "..."
So how can this person change his habit of kicking the quilt while sleeping?
In order not to be a dog, the sixteen-year-old Emperor Taxian endured it with integrity and left.
He did what he said, and he would never turn back from the door again!
So after a while.
——The wise and mighty emperor opened the window and came in through the window.
Picking up the quilt on the ground, and covering Chu Wanning again, Mo Ran listened to Chu Wanning humming unbearably in pain, and his twitching back, watching him curled up in the corner of the bed, no longer the same as usual fierce.
Cursing "serve it right" on his lips, he was vaguely moved with compassion.
He sat beside Chu Wanning's bed and watched. Don't let people kick the quilt down again.
It was late at night, and Mo Ran, who had been tired for a day, finally couldn't hold it anymore, slowly tilted his head, and fell asleep.
This sleep was very bad, Chu Wanning kept tossing and turning, Mo Ran was in a daze, and seemed to hear him humming softly.
Qianmei was drowsy, and Mo Ran was also a little confused about the night and night, and at some point, he naturally lay beside Chu Wanning, hugging the trembling man. He squinted his sleepy eyes, subconsciously stroked his back, hugged him in his arms, and whispered softly in his sleep: "Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt anymore...it doesn't hurt anymore..."
Mo Ran fell asleep and whispered, as if he had returned to the peak of death and life in his previous life, and returned to the desolate and empty Wushan Temple.
Since Chu Wanning's death, no one has slept with him.
Even the lingering breeding out of hatred, in such a cold day after day, still makes his heart ache, and his heart is devoured by thousands of ants.
But if you think about it again, Chu Wanning can't come back.
He lost the last fire in his life.
This night, Mo Ran hugged Chu Wanning, half asleep and half dreaming, for a while he knew that he had regained his life, and for a while he said that he was still in the past.
He suddenly dared not open his eyes, afraid that when he woke up tomorrow, there would only be empty pillows and mats, and cold curtains. In the boundless floating world, a long life, from now on he is the only one left.
He undoubtedly hated Chu Wanning.
However, when he hugged the person in his arms, the corners of his eyes were a little moist.
It was the thirty-two-year-old Ta Xianjun, the warmth he thought he would never find again.
"Wan Ning, it doesn't hurt anymore..."
Consciousness was hazy, Mo Ran was stroking the hair of the person in his arms like before he was reborn, whispering softly, a sentence that was extremely gentle, just blurted out like this.
He was so sleepy that he didn't even realize what he said, what he called the other party, and he didn't even think about it when he said this sentence, it just slipped down naturally, and then Mo Ran breathed evenly and fell into a deeper in the dream.
Early the next morning, Chu Wanning's eyelashes trembled and he woke up leisurely.
His cultivation base is strong, and he had a high fever overnight, which has subsided by now.
Chu Wanning opened his eyes sleepily, his consciousness was still a little fuzzy, just about to get up, but suddenly realized that someone was lying on the same bed with him
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