Lin Jiaoyue buried her whole face on Li Shenghe's chest. The softness came like a tide. She seemed to have fallen into the deep sea, but she never thought about getting up.
"Hehe, my head hurts."
She spoke in an aggrieved tone, like a child acting coquettishly.
"Um……"
Li Shenghe made a few dull accents, his voice was like melted sugar, too sticky to stir.
"Yueyue..."
The strange feeling coming from his body made his mind go blank. He tilted his head back and looked up at the sky, but he couldn't see any scenery.
He rubbed upwards based on his feeling, touching Lin Jiaoyue from her back to her head, and rubbed her gently.
"Okay, are you feeling better?"
Li Shenghe no longer knew what he was talking about, he was just trying his best to fight against his body and suppress the changes in his body.
……So sad.
Li Shenghe tilted his head back again, and the hand that was massaging Lin Jiaoyue left her temples, touched her head, and pressed down hard.
Lin Jiaoyue suffered from a splitting headache under the impact of millions of years of memories. She instinctively sought a way to relieve the pain, so she moved closer to a warm source of heat.
She was buried in a warm place, hot and scorching, and she could still hear the sound of her heart beating violently.
This slowed down her tense nerves, and her attention gradually drew away from those painful and boring memories, and she was immersed in the soothing beating sound.
Boom, boom, boom...
The regular rhythm was like a lullaby, soothing her chaotic emotions.
This peaceful feeling made her unconsciously close her limbs, trying to curl herself up in this peaceful place.
Fortunately, this spread place gradually closed up, like a warm and thick quilt, wrapping her tightly to protect her from the cold.
Lin Jiaoyue's consciousness gradually blurred, and she stared in confusion. She vaguely heard a sticky humming sound. It was not very real, but it sounded very good, like a lullaby, which made her fall deeply into sleep.
Beside the spiritual liquid pool, Li Shenghe hugged Lin Jiaoyue who was sleeping and huddled on the edge of the pool. A piece of clothes fell into the spiritual liquid pool and got wet by the water.
There was no other living thing in the Ling Pavilion except them, and the muffled breathing was particularly obvious here.
After a long time, Li Shenghe stretched out a hand with difficulty and dropped it into the pool of spiritual liquid.
The burning stinging sensation came instantly.
He lowered his entire forearm to remove the evil energy protective body.
Not long after, the pale and withered hand was cracked with lines, and blood flowed out from it, quickly staining the pool water red.
The pain quickly awakened his consciousness and freed him from the weird and addictive feeling.
He stood up with difficulty holding Lin Jiaoyue.
The person in his arms seemed to struggle slightly because of the change in position, and it was this moment that almost caused him to fall down again.
"……Um."
He bit his lower lip, trying to stop the sound that escaped his lips.
"Ha... Yueyue, don't move."
He gently patted the person in his arms to comfort her.
The person in his arms seemed to understand. He didn't know whether he was still asleep or was still half asleep. After rubbing it gently twice, he stopped moving and fell asleep quietly.
Li Shenghe held her hip with one hand, pressed the arm of the other hand on her back, and pressed her head with the palm of his hand, and walked back to the room bit by bit.
He also didn't dare to use the escape technique again. The sight of Lin Jiaoyue's eyes bleeding before was still vivid in his mind, which left a big shadow on him.
He felt that Lin Jiaoyue's sudden injury was all his fault. It was his poor escape skills that caused Lin Jiaoyue's accident.
Therefore, even if the friction caused by holding Lin Jiaoyue back to the room made him almost collapse from the exertion, he still had to keep walking back.
