"no."
Listening to Leng Ning's heartless rejection, Shui Miaomiao pouted, "I'm afraid of sleeping alone."
"How long have you been living here, Miaomiao, are you starting to get scared now?"
"Yeah." Shui Miaomiao continued to rant without changing his expression, "She just appeared recently. She must have been frightened by that young lady Hua Yixian. Ningchi, just be kind and take me in."
Leng Ningchi shook his head and pulled back his sleeve that was being pulled by Shui Miaomiao, "It was just a nightmare. Shui Miaomiao doesn't have to worry."
"I'm not worried!" Shui Miaomiao stood at the door of Leng Ningchi's room, leaning against the door, "I'm slow to react. The sequelae of being frightened by Qing Niang only came out recently. Ningchi~ just let me sleep in your room. On the bed, I won’t compete with you for the bed.”
"You, ugh." Leng Ningchi could not say anything to Shui Miaomiao, let alone refuse Shui Miaomiao.
"Then bring me some more quilts."
"Ningchi is the best."
After lying down on the couch, Leng Ningchi covered Shui Miaomiao with a quilt, turned on the lamp, and returned to bed.
Lying on the bed, with eyes open, all he saw was darkness.
After an unknown amount of time, Leng Ningchi heard Shui Miaomiao's breathing become steady. Leng Ningchi blinked his eyes, hesitated, and held the necklace in his hand unwillingly.
In fact, she didn't intend to fall into the dream. The dream hadn't come to her for a long time.
But that person was very lonely, a hundred times more lonely than he was before. He had Shui Miaomiao to comfort him, so what did he have?
Leng Ning wanted to take a look, and if there was a way, she would find a way. If there was no way, forget it. She would no longer torture herself, and even Shui Miaomiao couldn't sleep well.
The Ice Palace is still the Ice Palace.
But it's not cold anymore.
Leng Ningchi stood in the ice palace and turned his wrist. He couldn't feel the cold anymore. Leng Ningchi thought he couldn't move again, but there was no obstacle.
This time there was no chill trying to drive her out.
Now that she was no longer in a hurry, Leng Ning was looking around. She really hadn't taken a good look at the ice palace.
A dim light was lit in the room. Shui Miaomiao sat up from the couch and looked at the bed. She felt that Leng Ningchi's breathing was quite steady and she slept well.
Why are you still so tired every day?
Shui Miaomiao held the lamp and walked towards the bed.
Putting the lamp aside, Shui Miaomiao sat down on the floor beside the bed. It was still a little cold. She took out a few quilts from Shui Yingyin and wrapped herself in them.
Shui Miaomiao will stay here today to see if Leng Ningchi is simply having a nightmare or if there is something causing trouble.
It had been a long time since he had stayed up late. Shui Miaomiao felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. If he had known that he would not be wrapped in so many quilts, he would not feel sleepy due to the cold.
The hand holding her chin gradually slipped away, and Shui Miaomiao fell onto the bed, placing her hand on Leng Ningchi's arm outside the quilt.
This is that?
It looks so cold.
Is this thing ice?
Shui Miaomiao raised her hand, but found nothing.
What the hell!
Shui Miaomiao looked around, lowered his head and saw Leng Ningchi walking slowly in the ice palace.
I am now invisible and floating in the air, so is this in Leng Ningchi's dream? !
He could still play like this. Shui Miaomiao giggled for a moment, followed Leng Ningchi, and tried calling Leng Ningchi a few times, but there was no response.
It seems that Leng Ning is crazy. He can't hear or see himself.
Shui Miaomiao didn't force it, but she didn't know what Leng Ningchi's dream meant. She thought she wasn't cold enough, so she had to train in a palace made of ice every night?
Shui Miaomiao followed Leng Ningchi closely.
Leng Ningchi stopped in front of the high platform and took a deep breath, not knowing what he would see today.
After boarding the high platform, Leng Ningchi looked toward the ice coffin, and Shui Miaomiao also followed Leng Ningchi's gaze.
If it were tangible, Shui Miaomiao's movements and expression at this moment must be exactly the same as Leng Ningchi's. He took a step back, covering his mouth with his hand, his pupils trembling.
Leng Ningchi had seen a figure a few times before, and his appearance was vaguely like looking at flowers in a fog, but now the fog has cleared.
I have never seen such a handsome man!
Wearing loose white clothes, exposing his chest, and his ankle-length hair as black as ink, he was lying quietly in the ice coffin.
His appearance is picturesque, and his skin looks crystal clear in the ice coffin.
The eyes were lightly closed, and the long and curly eyelashes cast two fan-shaped shadows, which seemed to tremble gently like butterfly feathers as they breathed.
Lips are the only color. In this ice palace, the red color is alluring, as if it were painted with blood.
He suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were bright and clear without any impurities. They were flawless and breathtaking.
Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes, sat up, hugged the quilt tightly, tilted her head and stared blankly at Leng Ningchi on the bed.
At the end of the dream just now, Shui Miaomiao didn't know whether she was awakened by the handsome young man in the ice coffin or by being frightened.
Shui Miaomiao bit her lip and recalled that if the ice coffin hadn't stopped her, Shui Miaomiao would have wanted to press on her. The color of her lips was really beautiful, and her wing-like eyelashes seemed to fan people's hearts. Up, it's itchy.
Finally, the young man opened his eyes, and those eyes were as pure as a baby's, just like a baby opening his eyes for the first time, but in those eyes, they were white and flawless, with no difference in color.
It's not really scary, maybe it's because the person is so good-looking that I don't think it's strange.
Can I still enter this dream?
Shui Miaomiao thought, quickly put her hand on Leng Ningchi's hand and started counting the sheep.
It's a pity that when the sky was bright, Shui Miaomiao was not asleep.
Putting the quilt into Shui Ying Yin, Shui Miaomiao put out the lamp, stood up reluctantly, and walked towards the couch, turning back every step of the way.
You can't just look at the ice coffin beauty. It's also good to look at Leng Ningchi. They are both equally beautiful and at the same level of disaster.
I don't know when the corners of Leng Ningchi's lips turned up into a smile.
"Tsk." What is this dreaming about? Why can Leng Ningchi dream of such a beautiful person, but I can't.
Shui Miaomiao withdrew her eyes and fell down on the couch. She didn't want to look at the ice coffin beauty anymore. She just wanted to sleep. She didn't close her eyes for the rest of the night. She was really sleepy and her body was getting worse. Heavy.
When Shui Miaomiao opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on Leng Ningchi's bed, but Leng Ningchi was nowhere to be found. The quilt wrapped herself tightly, but she still felt that her hands and feet were a little cold, and her limbs were even weaker. She couldn't get up even if she wanted to. .
The door was pushed open, and Leng Ningchi walked in with an anxious expression. On the tray he was holding, there was the thing Shui Miaomiao hated the most, the medicine jar.
"You're awake." Leng Ningchi put the tray on the bedside table and touched Shui Miaomiao's forehead, "I shouldn't have promised you yesterday. You had a fever."
"Really?" Shui Miaomiao didn't feel uncomfortable, but her body was very heavy, the kind of drowsiness that comes from sleeping too much.
Leng Ningchi poured the medicine from the medicine jar into the bowl. Fearing that it would get cold, he brought the medicine back together with the jar. "We can't find the Saint Yuan Ancestor, and we can't go out to ask for a doctor."
"What about this medicine?"
Shui Miaomiao looked at the brown concoction and felt that it didn't taste any better.
"Although Lan Jixuan doesn't know much about doctors, he has read medical books and written down several prescriptions for reducing fever. Let's try them one after another. Anyway, we need to get rid of the fever first, otherwise it will burn out."
Try them next to each other! It’s three parts of medicine and poison! Aren't you afraid that I will do something bad if I eat it?
And I don’t think I have a fever.
Shui Miaomiao's protest was dismissed by Leng Ningchi as nonsense.
