The water vapor is dense, mixed with a few strands of plum fragrance.
Qin Zheng checked the temperature of the water with his fingertips, it was a little hot, but it was just right for Yu Chuyu.
Every inch of pale skin was tainted to a light red, a thin layer of sweat condensed on the forehead, winding and falling along the soaked hair, the water line did not reach the chest, and faint ripples were raised with the long breath, Charming style, unlimited scenery.
Qin Zheng greedily looked at every inch of Chu Yu's body, looked at his lightly closed eyes, the eyelashes were full of watery light.
"The medicine from the Tai Hospital is really good. The scar is almost too faded to be seen clearly." Qin Zheng stretched out his hand and rubbed along a pale scar under Chu Yu's collarbone.
Chu Yu put his hand on Qin Zheng's arm. The burnt scar was hideous and mottled. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew it was scary: "Remove this scar."
Qin Zheng smiled, held Chu Yu's hand instead, and said, "Why don't you think I can't do it?"
"I don't think so." Chu Yu said without thinking.
Qin Zheng squeezed Chu Yu's palm, and said with a smile, "It's too late, whoever told Second Master Chu to be contemptuous of me first."
Chu Yu hooked the corners of his lips, but said nothing.
The fallen plum bones from Tai Hospital have the effect of flesh and white bones. Hundreds of rare medicinal materials have been simmered and refined to make a small bottle. If it wasn't for His Majesty's preference, no one else would use it. Qin Zheng pressed Chu Yu to use it before it was too late, so he didn't care about himself.
Maybe it was the ground dragon burning in the room, maybe the medicine soup was too hot, Qin Zheng felt a heartburn, the more he stared at Chu Yu, the more unbearable the heat became. Chu Yu's hand rested on Qin Zheng's arm lightly and deftly, as weak and boneless. The coolness was like the rain of Qionghua, making people greedy, longing for more, more...
When Qin Zheng came to his senses, he did not know when he had already lifted Chu Yu out of the tub and put him on the bed.
Chu Yu half-opened his eyes, and his out-of-focus pupils were always vaguely dazed, which made him lose his usual sharpness, leaving only his charming beauty and heart-wrenching fragility.
"Qingci..." Qin Zheng stretched out his hand to caress Chu Yu's forehead, eagerly absorbing the coolness from his body, and also relieved the hotness that was about to move.
Chu Yu opened his lips that were rosy from the water mist, and his breathing was a little messy. His wrists were lightly clasped by Qin Zheng, and his hands were folded and pressed on top of his head. Qin Zheng's wide sleeves flicked, and the curtains of the bed fell in response, layer upon layer covering the boundless spring. The lips and tongue are lingering, the blue hair overlaps, and no one can bear the emotion.
After loosening the shackles on his lips, Chu Yu was already out of breath. He couldn't bear Qin Zheng's teasing, and his mind had already started to become confused. The two spots of vermilion in front of the chest were lightly bitten by the tip of the teeth, and the soft tongue was actually hot.
The arrow was on the string, Qin Zheng's patience reached the limit, but he didn't dare to hurt Chu Yu in the slightest, and treated him with all the tenderness and meticulousness.
Chu Yu felt his lower abdomen pressed against Qin Zheng's hard and hot body, and there was darkness in front of his eyes, which made every inch of his body so sensitive that it made people crazy. He could even feel the soft skin and hard beating of the hard object on his lower abdomen, as if every inch of blood was screaming and flowing, eager to be vented...
It was clear that he had reached the extreme, but Qin Zheng slowed down like an old cow pulling a mill. Chu Yu gritted her teeth and raised her hand to hook Qin Zheng's neck. Her separated legs were tightly pressed against Qin Zheng's thin waist, showing her own attitude.
"Qingci, I want you..." Qin Zheng's mind was completely blank, only Chu Yu was left in his eyes.
Just when Qin Zheng was about to enter, Chu Yu's hand on his neck suddenly dropped.
Qin Zheng's eyes widened in a daze, and after a while he jumped up abruptly, breaking out in a cold sweat and wilting in a second. Seeing that Chu Yu's breathing was weak but still there, but he couldn't wake up no matter what, he realized that he was too weak and fell asleep...
Qin Zheng put on Chu Yu's coat, carefully covered him with the quilt, and then went out to call the night watch maid to ask the doctor to come and diagnose Chu Yu's pulse.
The wind outside the door whirled the snow, and Qin Zheng finally woke up. He looked back into the room, and stretched out his hand to pat himself on the forehead again. And secretly made up his mind not to touch Chu Yu lightly, and put his body first.
Seeing the thin white snow falling on the ground outside the window, Qin Zheng squatted outside the door a little aggrieved, blowing some air and calming down...
Chu Yu had been ill for several days. On the day she walked in the water, she was drenched in water, and it was very cold. After falling asleep in the middle of the night, she started to have a fever. This fever doesn't matter, and it doesn't get better after repeated for many days.
Qin Zheng took good care of him every day, and did everything by himself. He fed all the medicines that he imported, and slept with Chu Yu in his arms at night. Whenever Chu Yu feels a little unwell, he can always wake up immediately. Chu Yu lost his temperature, his forehead was hot, but his body was cold. Qin Zheng was born like a stove, and he would sleep until midnight, and Chu Yu would slip into his arms and cling to him tightly.
Because Chu Yu was afraid of the cold, there was already a ground dragon burning in the room, and there were several charcoal basins. Even wearing only single clothes at night made Qin Zheng sweat on his forehead. It was rare for Chu Yu to come across such a handy stove, and he held onto it tightly even in his drowsiness. As if afraid of running away, she grabbed Qin Zheng's collar with one hand, and a strand of black hair hanging down his chest with the other, resting her forehead on his shoulder, as docile as a sleeping cat.
Qin Zheng only said that it was the hardest thing to bear the grace of a beauty, and such a gesture was a kind of silent torture to him every moment. So the arrogant little brother under him refused to obey, and Qin Zheng fell asleep biting the corner of the quilt every day.
But Chu Yu became so ill, Qin Zheng couldn't bear to move, sometimes he couldn't stand it a few times, so he had to hold him tightly in his arms and rub him, then quietly took the handkerchief and sprayed it on Chu Yu's inner thigh. The white turbidity was carefully wiped clean, and the corpse was destroyed with a handkerchief. Or pinch Chu Yu's cool hand and lead it under him, to relieve it a little, it's really hard to say.
It was a moonlit night when Chu Yu was completely awake. Perhaps it was because she had been ill for a long time, but she was somewhat refreshed when she passed away. It's just that before that, he couldn't remember how he was tired of being in Qin Zheng's arms, holding him tightly and not letting go.
He only knew that when he woke up, someone was separating his legs, and a soft handkerchief was rubbing the secret place... The darkness made Chu Yu more sensitive, his hairs stood on end almost instantly, and the tremor made him tremble, Subconsciously raised his foot and kicked over.
"Hiss... Qingci!" Qin Zheng was kicked in the chest by this unexpected kick. He grabbed Chu Yu's white ankle and said in surprise and joy: "You're awake!"
Chu Yu's scalp was numb, she squeezed her legs tightly, and after a long time of distinguishing, she faced Qin Zheng's direction and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"
Qin Zheng choked and murmured: "No..."
Chu Yu frowned, and said coldly, "Nothing?"
Qin Zheng lowered his head in shame: "I can't hold back."
Chu Yu's complexion changed for a while, and she couldn't help but put her hand on her forehead, and sighed softly, "You're promising..."
Qin Zheng leaned over, pulled the quilt over Chu Yu's cover, pushed his hand away and touched his forehead: "Fortunately, the fever has subsided. You don't even know how long you have been sick."
Chu Yu squeezed the space between her eyebrows, and lay on her side facing Qin Zheng, with her forehead almost touching his chest, but he couldn't see it.
Qin Zheng put his arms around Chu Yu's shoulders and sighed softly, "You scared me to death."
Chu Yu closed her eyes and said nothing.
Just when Qin Zheng thought he was falling asleep again, he heard his voice soft and shallow, flickering like a raving and said: "I can only see Zhen'er, my brother, and...you in my dreams."
Qin Zheng's eyes became hot, he stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder lightly, and said softly with a forced smile: "Okay, then you go to sleep, I will watch over you. But you must remember to wake up... Qingci..."
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