Ye Zijin shook his head. He was just about to say something, or he remembered something, swallowed the words on his lips and said: "I, I, I know, I'm not not letting you get the medicine, I just, I just ." Ye Zijin's voice became weaker and weaker, as if it was spinning in his throat, and his eyes started to rain again.
Fortunately this time, Yan Jue said quickly with sharp eyes and mouth: "Don't cry. If you cry again, your eyes will hurt even more, and my brother will feel distressed again." Yan Jue saw that Ye Zijin wanted to cry again, and he immediately wanted to give it to him. The little ancestor knelt down, wishing that he was the one crying now. How could his body bear it when he was always like this
"I won't cry, I won't cry. I will wait for you here obediently. You, can you hurry up?" Ye Zijin said pitifully, his eyes moistened by the spring rain focusing on Yan Jue.
Yan Jue nodded, found the medicine box and eggs as fast as he could in his life, and then ran back quickly. It only took about three minutes. When Yan Jue ran back to the bedroom, Ye Zijin was waiting eagerly, wishing he could come down and follow Yan Jue. When Yan Jue came back, he was in high spirits.
"Brother." Ye Zijin called sweetly, with a pair of sweet little pear dimples showing at the corners of his mouth. Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief. At least the little ancestor didn't cry anymore. He wiped the sweat on his forehead. , No matter how hard I work, as long as I can't see this little ancestor cry, no matter how tired I am, I feel it's worth it.
"Brother, are you tired?" Ye Zijin said, looking at Yan Jue's sweating profusely. The weather was not very hot, but Yan Jue was still breathing heavily. He rolled up his sleeves and wiped Yan Jue's forehead. Sweat on.
"Brother, I'm not tired. Come on, little Jin'er, sit a little closer. Brother will give little Jin'er some medicine." Yan Jue put the medicine box on the small table and turned around and said to Ye Zijin.
Ye Zijin sat down obediently. Ye Zijin's skin was very tender, and it was as if a purple flower had been added to her fair skin. Yan Jue gasped in distress. No wonder Ye Zijin cried. She was indeed It hurts.
"Does it still hurt?" He felt his body shaking slightly, like a thin piece of paper. Yan Jue was really afraid that the paper figure in front of him would break into pieces in the next moment.
"It doesn't hurt." Ye Zijin took a breath and said, then looked away, not looking at Yan Jue. How could Yan Jue not understand Ye Zijin? His eyes were probably still watery now and he was worried that he would feel uncomfortable if he saw it.
"Do you dare to move around on the broad tree next time?" Yan Jue said, but the movements of his hands were a little lighter.
Ye Zijin shook his head, obedient like a little white cat, exposing his soft belly for his master to play with. From being drunk yesterday to today, Ye Zijin has been really good.
Being good made Yan Jue feel even softer, like a ball of marshmallows, soft and sweet, surrounding his taste buds.
However, Yan Jue soon discovered that something was wrong with Ye Zijin. Ye Zijin’s obsidian eyes had now turned into emerald green gems, like a pool of water in early spring, and like a willow tree swaying in the spring breeze. It was particularly charming. , still the same feeling of water, just like when I first met him, it has never changed.
But such a sudden change made Yan Jue tremble in his heart. How could the color of his eyes change? How could it be the same as in his previous life
(End of chapter)