He was also too impatient. Xie Lun had just arrived in Qinghai and he was so forceful. It would be strange if Xie Lun didn't faint.
Zhao Jingting was so busy that he put on his clothes and ordered his servants to boil water for bathing. He went to the side hall to get pills and brought water over. However, Xie Lun was so sleepy that he could not take the medicine, so Zhao Jingting held him in his arms. In his arms, he fed Xie Lun a pill mouth-to-mouth, then fed Xie Lun some water, and then put Xie Lun back on the bed.
The servant brought bath water in, and Zhao Jingting asked someone to bring in a brazier. It was still very cold in early April in Qinghai. Normally, Xie Lun should not be bathed at this time, but Xie Lun was sticky with sweat. If he did not give it in time, If he cleans it, Sherron might get sick again.
Zhao Jingting twisted the handkerchief and wiped Xie Lun's body carefully. From head to toe, no inch of skin was left. The more careful he was, the more Zhao Jingting felt distressed. Xie Lun had really lost weight. The originally slender young man, At this time, he was as thin as a puff of smoke, and Zhao Jingting's eyes were red.
"Alan," after wiping Xie Lun's body, Zhao Jingting got on the bed in a hurry and carefully held Xie Lun in his arms, "Alan, from now on, we can only say goodbye to each other."
…
Xie Lun slept for two full days before waking up. As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhao Jingting was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading some book.
Xie Lun thought he was dreaming. He was so busy that he blinked. When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Jingting had put down the book in his hand and touched his face in surprise, "Alan, are you awake? Still there?" Feeling uncomfortable? Are you still dizzy? "How are you?"
"...I'm fine," Xie Lun didn't speak for a long time, his voice was hoarse, and others were still a little confused, "Zhao Jingting, why are you here? Where are you?"
"This is Qinghai," Zhao Jingting's nose felt sour, and she leaned down and kissed Xie Lun gently, "Alan, it's me."
"Zhao Jingting," Xie Lun finally reacted. As soon as he spoke, his eyes turned red. He put his arms around Zhao Jingting's neck, "Zhao Jingting, I miss you so much."
"Alan, I'm right here," Zhao Jingting choked, and the man in his forties shed tears quietly, each drop falling on Xie Lun's hair, "Alan, we never have to separate again. ”
"Well, I don't want to be separated from you again." Xie Lun's tears couldn't stop at all. He felt particularly embarrassed, but when he thought it was Zhao Jingting, he didn't feel embarrassed anymore. He reached out and pulled the man's front.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Jingting wiped his face in a hurry and grabbed Xie Lun's troubled hand, "What kind of monster are you kid? Are you afraid of fainting again?"
"...I just want to touch it." Xie Lun blinked and looked at Zhao Jingting with misty eyes, looking cautious and aggrieved.
"What are you touching?" Zhao Jingting looked at Xie Lun's face, and his breathing suddenly became disordered. He really liked Xie Lun so much, and whenever Xie Lun hooked his fingers, he could be fascinated by him, "...Waiting for you It’s easy to ask for help, but not now.”
"It's not what you think..." Xie Lun's face suddenly turned red, "I want to touch your heart and listen to your heartbeat."
"Is there anything good to hear?" Zhao Jingting felt hot in her heart and said this, but she took Xie Lun's hand and touched her heart, feeling that warm hand covering her heart, Zhao Jingting felt a sudden My old heart is about to burst out.