"Don't eat, I don't have an appetite." Ye Feibai's face was calm and calm, but his brows were slightly frowned.
Su Ying looked at that beautiful side face, the sunlight from outside came in softly through the window lattice, his skin looked paler and weaker.
When she thought of the scene where the long sword sank into his chest, her heart softened completely.
She persuaded softly: "Don't lose your temper, eat as much as you want."
Ye Feibai leaned on the soft pillow, closed his eyes slightly: "I have no strength."
Su Ying murmured in her heart, just now she still had the strength to frivolous people, but now she looks like she has no strength at all.
Su Ying continued to persuade him: "When you are full, you will have strength, and if you don't eat or drink medicine, when will your body get better?"
Ye Feibai asked, "Are you looking forward to my recovery?"
"Of course." Su Ying quickly accepted his words, "So you have to eat first."
Ye Feibai frowned slightly, and a look of displeasure flashed quickly in her eyes. Did she expect him to get better, and then leave him alone
Ye Feibai paused, and then slowly said: "You feed me."
"Okay." When Su Ying heard that Ye Fei was willing to eat, she agreed without even thinking about it. She carefully lifted him up and put a soft pillow behind him.
She scooped up the porridge with a spoon, blew it cool and brought it to his lips.
The corners of Ye Feibai's lips hooked slightly, and his pink lips slightly parted, and he ate the porridge.
He looked at the gentle expression on Su Ying's face, with a faint smile in his eyes, and he suddenly felt that with her taking care of her, it didn't matter if he continued to be hurt.
Su Ying fed him the porridge one bite at a time, wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, and then fed him the medicine one bite at a time.
After doing all this, Su Ying supported Ye Feibai to lie down again: "Go to sleep for a while..."
Before Su Ying finished speaking, Ye Feibai grabbed her wrist tightly: "You sleep with me."
"Are you joking?" Su Ying gave him a cold look. She thought that he had changed in the past few years, but he was still the same, so she slapped him when she treated him better.
Ye Feibai stared at her quietly, his lips were pursed together stubbornly, his face full of displeasure.
He seemed to be saying, if you don't accompany me, I won't sleep either.
Su Ying was a little startled, His Highness Duke Huai, is he playing tricks on her
I don't know if it was because Ye Feibai was holding it too hard, his wound hurt again, and a look of pain and restraint flashed across his face.
His Highness Duke Huai, who had always been noble and arrogant, now showed such a look in his eyes. Su Ying had no resistance to him at all, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.
Seeing that Ye Feibai was about to get off the bed, Su Ying couldn't help but sighed, and said softly, "I will affect your rest."
Ye Feibai's fingers on her wrist tightened slightly, and he said word by word: "You didn't stay with me all night yesterday."
Hearing his accusatory tone, Su Ying couldn't help being a little amused: "You were injured, didn't it mean that I was by your side to take care of you all night?"
Ye Feibai felt a warm feeling in his heart, but he snorted coldly: "I don't know."
Su Ying was so angry that her teeth itch, "His Royal Highness Huai, don't push yourself too hard, you're like a child now."
Seeing that Su Ying had no intention of leaving, Ye Feibai twitched his eyes slightly. He moved his body inside and patted his side with his hands: "If you are not here to accompany me, what should I do if my wound hurts?"
"Ling Feng is not..."
Ye Feibai quickly interrupted her: "This king doesn't like being served by others."
Seeing that Su Ying didn't agree, Ye Feibai's face sank, his dark eyes just stared at her tightly, and he exerted some strength to hold her hand.
Su Ying looked at his chest subconsciously, and it seemed that blood was oozing again.
Afraid that his wound would burst open again, she sighed helplessly: "Lie down, I'll just be with you."
She knew this man best, and he would never give up until he reached his goal. She lay down next to him, but she was also a little sleepy.
She was lying beside him, and his breath was full of her pleasant smell, so familiar and so nostalgic.
The corners of his lips are lightly raised, as gentle and intoxicating as cherry blossoms in March.
"My wound hurts." Ye Feibai said in a low voice, then took her hand and put it on his wound.
Su Ying's hand flinched, but she didn't pull it back. She was afraid of hurting his wound, so she placed her hand stiffly on his chest and dared not use too much strength.
Bang bang bang, she seemed to be able to feel his heartbeat, it was strong and powerful.
Su Ying took a close look at Ye Feibai, his face was still pale, and his brows were slightly frowned.
As soon as Su Ying thought of him mentioning the wound, the previous scene came back to her mind again, and her face also showed a touch of distress: "It will be fine soon."
The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that one could even hear a leaf fall to the ground.
This feeling is very strange.
After another five years of separation, they lay on the same bed peacefully without any confrontation.
Ye Feibai felt that this was very good, as long as Ying'er lay quietly beside him, it would be fine for him to be hurt longer.
Su Ying was in a daze and was about to fall asleep.
Ye Feibai turned his head, his eyes fell on her beautiful and delicate face, he looked at her unscrupulously, with a touch of loneliness in his heart.
He lost her for five full years.
She was lying beside him now, so close to him.
In a daze, Su Ying felt a warm breath on her face. She half-opened her eyes, only to realize that Ye Feibai's handsome face was completely close to her.
Those beautiful and deep eyes were like a deep pool, almost sucking her whole body in. Su Ying paused for a moment, her soft and pale lips had already grasped hers.
"Hmm..." Su Ying was fully awake, and Ye Feibai was kissing her affectionately.
Su Ying wanted to struggle, but he pressed her hand on her chest. She was afraid of hurting his wound, so she didn't dare to move at all. She could only let him hug her and take whatever she wanted.
Ye Feibai felt Su Ying's docile appearance at this moment, and the turbulent plunder turned into extreme lingering, tasting her lips inch by inch, entangled with her tongue.
Su Ying couldn't breathe well, and instinctively opened her lips slightly, but he took advantage of the situation and grabbed her tongue tightly, not letting her flinch.
Su Ying only felt a slight pain at the base of her tongue, she mumbled: "Your injury..."
It could be felt that Su Ying did not reject him, and even responded jerky, Ye Feibai's eyes slightly curved.
"Daddy, Daddy..." Just as Ye Feibai was about to deepen the kiss, the door was pushed open.
Then Su Xiaorui's anxious voice moved from far to near, and the figures of two little buns appeared at the door.
Annoyance flashed across Ye Feibai's eyes, and he quickly let go of Su Ying.
[Author's digression]: I have been out for a few days, and I haven't saved the manuscript