Chapter 230 Jie Chen, close your eyes
As soon as she walked to the door, she heard a faint coughing sound coming from inside.
Before Xiangying could say anything, Xie Chen keenly noticed someone outside the door.
"No need to come in. If you have any questions, ask the monkey."
When Xie Chen spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse.
Xiangying paused: "It's me. Taoxue just cooked mutton soup. I'll bring you a bowl."
There was a brief silence in the room, and Xie Chen quickly replied: "Thank you, but no need."
Xiangying held on to the door frame: "I'll put the mutton soup in and leave."
"No," Xie Chen suppressed a cough and his voice became muffled, "I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself."
However, Xiangying was already trying to push the door, but found that it could not be opened.
It was probably Jie Chen who inserted the bolt from the inside.
She thought for a while and said, "Okay, then I'll put the mutton soup on the ground. If it's convenient for you, come out and get it. I'll go back first."
"It's best to get it in early. It's snowing heavily. Don't let it get cold and you won't be able to drink."
Jie Chen listened to the sound of footsteps disappearing outside the door. He held his heavy head and sat up from the bed.
The ink was scattered, making the temples and eyebrows look particularly deep, but because of the abnormal flush on his face, his expression looked tired. He had to open his thin lips slightly to even breathe, and his breathing was uneven.
He originally didn't want to take the mutton soup outside, but if he kept the soup bowl outside, the soldiers patrolling back and forth would also see it.
Instead of having more people knocking on the door, he should get it in first.
Jie Chen waited for Xiangying to go away before opening the door bolt.
When the door was just opened a crack, the cold wind carried snowflakes and penetrated into the crack of the door.
At that moment, he not only felt cold, but also smelled a wisp of gardenia-like fragrance.
Jie Chen's eyes flashed with confusion. When he reacted and was about to close the door, a sword stretched directly in and jammed the door.
Maybe he was sick and his strength was really no match for Xiangying, so she found the opportunity to hide outside the door and walked in.
When Jie Chen saw her coming in, he stepped back until his back was against the table in the innermost part of the room.
He covered his mouth and nose, his slanted eyebrows filled with sharp and anxious expression.
"Who gave you permission to come in? Get out! Cough..." He couldn't say a few words before coughing violently.
Xiangying looked at him with mutton soup in her hand.
Jie Chen's face was abnormally flushed, and his black hair was messy around his neck. A few strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, making his thin eyes look even brighter.
Xiangying not only didn't go out, but also closed the door behind her back.
Jie Chen stared directly: "Xiangying! Ahem..."
"Stop shouting when you are so sick. Let me see how high your fever is."
She casually took out a thermometer from the space and walked towards Jie Chen.
Xie Chen frowned: "Don't come here! Get out quickly, I may have an epidemic."
He turned around, coughed violently, and covered it tightly with his hands, as if he thought he would not infect Xiangying.
"Epidemics are not terrible. They are just like common colds and fevers. You will be cured by taking some medicine. What is scary is that if you refuse to let the doctor see you, you will become sick even if you are not sick."
When Xiangying said this, she had already walked to him.
She wanted to reach out and touch Jie Chen's forehead, but Jie Chen refused and held her wrist with his backhand.
Xiangying raised her eyebrows.
She put down the thermometer and forced her hands to touch Xie Chen's forehead. Xie Chen was now weak and had a severe fever, so he was no match for her.
In a few moments, Xiangying controlled his hands without saying a word, and was pushed to the bed by her.
"Xiangying!" Jie Chen stumbled up, then lay back down heavily with her shoulders pressed.
The next second, Xiangying had one knee on his leg, preventing him from sitting up.
Jie Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse: "Do you want to die with me?" Xiang Ying smiled, with black hair and red lips, and the sparkle in her eyes.
"What, you want to live and die in the same bed with me?"
Jie Chen looked away unnaturally.
Xiangying snorted coldly: "There's no such thing as a good thing, don't even think about it, I won't let you die, just clamp it."
She slapped Xie Chen's butt, and his muscles suddenly tensed up.
"What are you holding?"
Xiangying raised the thermometer with her slender fingertips: "Of course it is this. What are you thinking about?"
She admits that she likes men, especially Jie Chen’s figure, but she’s not a beast, okay!
Putting the thermometer under his arm, Xiangying warned: "Don't move, I'm timing it. Take it off in five minutes."
Jie Chen no longer struggled as fiercely as before, so he could only turn his head and look at her deeply with a pair of thin eyes.
I saw that Xiangying was still the same as before, transformed into a living person, taking out a copper basin and various bottles and jars of medicine from his sleeves.
Finally, she took out a sharp object, which she said was a needle. When she pushed it forward, water droplets emerged from the sharp iron-like needle tip.
Jie Chen felt that if something like this pierced into the flesh, he might die.
But at this moment, he actually had an idea——
It seems not bad to die in Xiangying's hands.
Because she will definitely give herself a stable burial ground, and maybe like Scarface, she will carry something of his with her.
She will never forget him in this life.
Xiangying turned around and saw Jin Chen looking at her with affectionate eyes.
Good boy, you are so sick that you are dizzy, so you stop pretending?
His eyes were cold before.
Xiangying took out the thermometer and looked at it, 40°C!
She was surprised: "Fortunately, I'm here. Otherwise, if I were a little later, I might have to prepare your funeral arrangements."
Xie Chen followed her words and murmured: "Fortunately you are here."
Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to see her last look.
Xiangying took out the anti-inflammatory and antipyretic medicine he had just prepared.
"Lie down and don't move. I'm going to give you an injection."
Xie Chen looked at the medicine in the thick needle tube and couldn't help but ask: "What medicine is this?"
Xiangying glanced at him and smiled with red lips.
"One injection of the love-forgetting medicine will cure the disease. Not only will you be cured, but you will also be able to forget about me. Do you like it?"
Jie Chen was startled and turned his head away: "I don't want it."
Xiangying chased him and asked, "Why not? You don't need my help anymore anyway. It's good for both of us."
"I said no!" Jie Chen yelled with all his strength, looking at her with thin eyes, eyes filled with fear.
His voice was hoarse and he said word by word: "If you don't want me, I won't get close to you, but you can no longer make the decision without permission. It's too unfair to make me forget you."
Xiangying, who originally just wanted to tease him, was really stunned now.
When did she say she didn't want him anymore?
"You will die if you don't get the injection."
"Then die," he coughed, his eyes even redder, "If you dare to give me this injection, I might as well be killed."
Xiangying stood beside the bed, bending down to look into his stubborn and deep eyes.
His handsome face was filled with red. This was because he was very ill now, and the breath in his thin lips was uneven.
Xiangying put the needle behind her back and smiled slightly.
"Jie Chen, close your eyes."