Ye Chen circulated the Dragon King Bible to calm down.
He stretched out his hand, unzipped Song Ziwei's back, and took off the lining.
Soon, Song Ziwei's beautiful back, as white as jade, sexy and charming, was revealed.
"Even his mother's back is so beautiful, but if it's the front..." Ye Chen didn't dare to think deeply.
If I think about it any more, I'm afraid my nose will bleed.
He quickly bit his finger and began to quickly carve the demon-suppressing charm on Song Ziwei's back.
As soon as she felt the warmth of Ye Chen's fingertips, Song Ziwei couldn't help but tremble.
He has grown up with nothing but his own relatives.
I have never had such close contact with the opposite sex.
"Don't move around. If you draw it wrong, not only will it not cure the disease, but it will be counterproductive." Ye Chen quickly warned.
Song Ziwei also took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
He tried his best to give himself a hint in his heart, "As long as the two of them don't break off the engagement for one day, he will be my fiancé."
"Whatever he does, he should do it."
Feeling the trembling in Song Ziwei's heart, Ye Chen was actually more nervous than him.
It’s okay, although I’m agitated.
However, the hands that carved the demon-suppressing talisman were extremely stable.
After finishing the painting, Ye Chen not only did not relax, but also became a little nervous.
He said softly: "Miss Song, it's time to go forward."
The blush on Song Ziwei's face has spread to the root of her neck, and even extends all the way down.
The voice was so small that it was almost imperceptible: "Okay."
Ye Chen took a deep breath.
She tore off Song Ziwei's clothes and drew a demon-suppressing talisman on his front with blood.
After finishing the painting, Ye Chen quickly turned around.
Said to Song Ziwei: "Miss Song, you..."
"Put your clothes on yourself."
After saying that, Ye Chen wanted to slap himself. Why did these words sound so unpleasant?
It seems that he is a scumbag, and he won’t even lift his pants...
Song Ziwei said in a voice as loud as a mosquito's fly: "But, I am so weak, I can't..."
She has been weak and weak since she fell ill.
Therefore, Grandma Ying takes care of all the food and daily life.
Ye Chen coughed quickly to relieve his awkward mood.
He said, "You can do it now.
"Is it really possible?" Song Ziwei was still a little unbelievable.
Try to raise your hand yourself.
Surprisingly, he discovered that his arms, which had always been weak, were now full of strength.
Song Ziwei looked at her arm with surprise.
"Ahem, Miss Song, are you dressed?" Ye Chen asked awkwardly.
"Please wait a moment." Song Ziwei's face flushed and turned red.
I was so surprised just now that I forgot my situation for a moment.
Only then did he remember that he was still naked from the waist up.
Moreover, there was a man standing in front of me.
She quickly put on her clothes.
Trying to hold down the wheelchair with both hands, he suddenly stood up.
"I...I really stood up!" Song Ziwei cried with joy instantly, "I didn't expect that my illness could really get better."
"Mr. Ye, thank you very much."
Song Ziwei was excited and took two steps forward quickly.
But his feet softened and he suddenly rushed towards Ye Chen.
Feeling the fragrant breeze blowing behind him, Ye Chen subconsciously turned around and hugged her.
A fragrant body fell into his arms in an instant.
The two looked at each other.
The atmosphere was a little charming for a while.
"Mr. Ye... Ye, I'm sorry." Song Ziwei quickly lowered her head, not daring to look into Ye Chen's eyes.
Ye Chen also coughed dryly and said with some embarrassment: "Miss Song, after all, you have been seriously ill for too long."
"Although, it has fully recovered."
"But don't exercise too strenuously at the beginning."
"Okay..." Song Ziwei agreed softly.
Struggling to get out of Ye Chen's arms.
But Ye Chen hugged him and said, "I'll help you out."
Song Ziwei cuddled up against Ye Chen shyly.
Let him support her and walk outside.
Outside the box.
Everyone is waiting anxiously.
Fang Ting gently tugged on Fang Qing's clothes.
He whispered softly, "Why haven't you come out for so long?"
"Sister, you said they were in the house, what on earth were they doing?"
Fang Qing glared at Fang Ting angrily.
He said angrily, "You girl, you know how to talk nonsense."
"Of course Ye Chen is treating Miss Song."
"Otherwise, what else can they do?"
"Miss Song has been seriously ill for a long time."
"So, it's normal for the treatment to take a little longer."
Gently flicked Fang Ting's little head.
He sighed and said, "You, you."
"I don't even know, what are you thinking about in your little head every day?"
"Sister, you are just too kind." Fang Ting said a little unconvinced: "That bastard Ye Chen said it all."
"In order to treat a disease, two people naturally need to have very close physical contact."
"Besides, if a man and a woman are alone in the box for so long, who knows what they will do?"
"Sister, to be fair."
"That woman named Song is very good-looking."
"Besides, his family background is much wealthier than our Fang family."
"Aren't you afraid that after he is cured, he will really seduce your Marven?"
Fang Qing smiled lightly and said, "As I said before, this is a matter of life and death."
"No matter what, treatment is of course the most important thing."
Looking up in the direction of the box, Fang Qing had a confident smile on her face.
Fang Ting said: "As you said just now, even if the other party can fully recover."
"I'm not afraid of competing with me openly."
"I have confidence in myself, and I have confidence in Ye Chen."
"How he wants to compete, I will take care of it all."
"It also saves others from saying that I am invincible."
After hearing Fang Qing's words, Fang Ting also raised her head slightly.
She said with a proud look on her face: "Sister is right."
"Even if the woman named Song recovers, what will happen?"
"No one in this world can be my sister's rival."
The two were talking.
Squeak...
The door to the box was pushed open, and Ye Chen helped Song Ziwei out.
Everyone turned around and looked stunned.
At this moment, Song Ziwei was in high spirits, with a strange brilliance in her eyes.
There was a little blush on the face that was originally as pale as paper.
He seemed excited, but also shy.
She was originally beautiful.
At this time, due to her physical recovery, her movements became more elegant and confident.
Moreover, he has a natural aura of being as ethereal as a fairy.
It was like a fairy coming down from the moon palace.
With light steps, he slowly walked towards the crowd.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Song Ziwei like this.
Even Fang Ting, who is also a woman, looked a little dumbfounded at this time.
However, he quickly recovered.
He gently poked Fang Qing next to him and whispered: "Sister, you are a strong enemy."
