Ruan Xin poured the soup in silence, and then heard Sheng Ling ask with some confusion, "What did you just say, young master? Aren't the people here all soldiers of the Sheng Army who have experienced hundreds of battles?"
Ruan Xin paused for a moment before answering that Mo Zhifei was sick.
He didn't explain much, as if he was afraid that he would say something wrong again. Fortunately, Sheng Ling didn't ask him any more questions. After drinking the water, he said goodbye to him and went back.
After Ruan Xin returned to the tent where she and Mo Zhifei lived, she saw Mo Zhifei lying on the bed and threw aside the wet handkerchief he had put on his forehead not long ago. His face turned cold and he put the soup away. When he got to the small table, he picked up the wet handkerchief, frowned and looked at Mo Zhifei, who had his eyes closed. He paused for a while, then hesitantly reached out his hand to touch his forehead.
He really didn't have any idea at the time, he just wanted to see if his fever was getting worse.
As soon as his hand touched his forehead, it felt hot, very hot.
Ruan Xin frowned and subconsciously reached down to touch his neck, which felt even hotter.
He didn't know how he could sleep when he was so hot.
However, just as he was thinking about it, Mo Zhifei's hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his. Ruan Xin was startled by him, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he saw Mo Zhifei also opened his eyes. His eyes were so hot, staring at Ruan Xin with great annoyance, and even his voice was hoarse and low, "Young master is still sick, can't you... restrain yourself?"
Ruan Xin looked at him numbly, and it took her a long time to realize. Mo Zhifei seemed to think that he was touching him randomly just now while he was sick...
Ruan Xin blinked her eyes gently, and silently pulled her hand back from his burning palm, then turned around to get the medicine and said calmly: "Get up and drink the medicine when you wake up."
After he finished speaking, he brought the soup to the bedside, looking as if nothing had happened.
Seeing him with such a blank expression, Mo Zhifei felt a little irritated for no reason, but he didn't want to feel sorry for his body, so he reluctantly took the soup in his hand, drank it while looking at the soft drink, and thought of something. , coughed and asked casually: "Are you going to make me some medicine so late?"
The implication of Mo Zhifei's words seemed to be saying, Ruan Xin, you really like me too much... That's why you ran to stay up late for me in the middle of the night...
But Ruan Xin didn't answer his question, and just said calmly and truthfully: "I just don't want to hear you keep coughing. I have to get up early tomorrow."
Ruixin means that Mo Zhifei's illness disturbed him to sleep, so he had no choice but to boil medicine for him.
Mo Zhifei was unhappy after hearing this, but he was feeling really uncomfortable right now, so he didn't argue with this guy Ruan Xin. After he drank the medicine, he asked what the person above him said.
Ruan Xin sat down and said calmly: "We will leave early tomorrow morning. If you can't get up, just stay here."
"Are you kidding..." Mo Zhifei said and started coughing again, but he still kept coughing and said, "I will be fine when I get up tomorrow morning. How can I let you run to the front line alone?"
Ruan Xin glanced at him: "Why not?"
"There's no reason..." Mo Zhifei suddenly realized something, raised his eyebrows and told him seriously, "It's not the reason you thought. Don't be too sentimental."
Ruan Xin said "Oh" very coldly, then got up and went back to his bed to lie down.
(End of chapter)