"Drink the medicine first." He put a pillow on Shui Miaomiao and leaned on it. Wen Renxian then turned around to get the medicine bowl on the table.
He would make new medicine every day so that he could drink it when Shui Miaomiao woke up and recover quickly.
Medicine again? Shui Miaomiao wrinkled her face subconsciously. She hadn't taken medicine for a long time, and this time she was afraid that she would go back to before liberation overnight.
"Slow down, I'll do it." Shui Miaomiao reached out and waved to take the medicine bowl, but was stopped by Wen Renxian. He held the bowl and carefully handed it to Shui Miaomiao's mouth.
"It's not hot, but it's very bitter. It's good to drink half of it." Wen Renxian coaxed. The medicine was really bitter. He had tasted it before, so it was impossible to feed it by the spoonful.
Shui Miaomiao opened her mouth obediently. After all, she couldn't see anything now, and she couldn't use her spiritual power to use her mind.
Shui Miaomiao bit the edge of the bowl and tried to drink it all, but neither of them cooperated well, so they inevitably choked and spilled a lot.
Wen Renxian was very panicked. He had never fed anyone medicine before, so the medicine bowl was immediately thrown aside.
Wen Renxian grabbed the facekerchief hanging on the shelf and wiped it for Shui Miaomiao helplessly, "Sorry, I don't know."
Shui Miaomiao shook her head and cooperated obediently with a smile to stop Wen Renxian from blaming herself. Then she raised her head and felt the soup flowing down her neck, which felt strange.
This time the two of them were on the same frequency. Wen Renxian naturally followed the traces of the medicinal soup and wiped it onto Shui Miaomiao's neck.
The medicinal soup rolled down the snow-white and slender neck without any hindrance. Wen Renxian followed closely. It was the critical moment. The medicinal liquid was blocked by his inner clothes. Wen Renxian only had to stretch out his hand to hold down the escaping medicinal liquid, but He suddenly froze, his hands froze in mid-air.
The escaped decoction was divided into two batches, one batch became stains on the inner clothes, and the other batch fell crookedly into the gap where the clothes were intertwined.
His eyes were always looking for the decoction, but just a little bit short of it. Wen Renxian suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky, wishing he could turn his head back 180 degrees.
The bed seemed to become hot at this moment. Wen Renxian stood up suddenly because of the heat, stepped back, did not pay attention to the table, and fell directly to the ground.
"Master?" Hearing the loud noise, Shui Miaomiao rushed to the bedside and waved her hands randomly. She couldn't see it, and anything could make her panic.
Wen Renxian sat on the ground and lowered his head deeply. What did he just do?
The scene flashed back uncontrollably in his mind, and some irrelevant things were automatically blocked. Only his hand slid down the fair and delicate neck.
What is he thinking about, an animal?
He shouldn't have refused the few maids arranged by Jiao Pingzao, but at that time he didn't trust anyone approaching Shui Miaomiao, especially when he was away.
Shui Miaomiao, who knew nothing about it, hooked a few strands of Wen Renxian's hair, grabbed it quickly, and moved to the bed, with half of her body in the air.
Seeing that Renxian had no reaction or made any sound, Shui Miaomiao tugged on the hair in his hand.
"Stop making trouble, wait a minute." Wen Renxian raised his hand and grabbed Shui Miaomiao's wrist. He lowered his head and didn't move, asking him to calm down for a while. Just be quiet for a while.
"Huh?" Shui Miaomiao remained still in confusion, but she was wondering in her heart, did the master have a cold? Why does my voice feel hoarse? Have you taken medicine?
"I'm going to call someone to wash you up." Wen Renxian, who had calmed down, let go of Shui Miaomiao's wrist and raised his head. It was the figure covered by Shui Miaomiao with a beautiful scenery.
Wen Renxian was really stunned for three or four seconds this time. Then he slowly closed his eyes, pressed the bridge of his nose, and said in a stiff tone between his teeth, "Lie back, don't fall down."
"Oh." Is Wen Renxian angry? Shui Miaomiao didn't understand, so she could only lie back obediently, but did not pull up the quilt. She was too hot.
It got hotter when she moved. She wanted to eat popsicles, but Wen Renxian would definitely not agree. The medicine just now was so sticky and uncomfortable. Shui Miaomiao touched her neck. Where was the towel? She wanted to wipe it. ,Why! Did some decoction flow into the clothes?
Wen Renxian stood up and sighed softly. Shui Miaomiao didn't mean it. She didn't know anything, but she couldn't... didn't dare to take another look at the bed, and hurriedly said to Shui Miaomiao, "Wen Renxian Then he quickly walked out of the room...
The sword was dancing outside the door. Wen Renxian was flying up and down non-stop. The sound of the Hidden Immortal sword cutting through the wind covered the sound of rushing water in the house.
That day, the Hidden Immortal Sword fell from the sky and set a mountain on fire. Jiao Pingzao was a good man and ordered people to search the mountain inch by inch to find it.
When Jiao Pingzao arrived, Wen Renxian was slightly surprised. At that time, he only had Shui Miaomiao in his eyes, and he forgot that he had lost his sword.
In fact, Wen Renxianruo thought about it and thought that he could find the Hidden Immortal Sword as his sword by himself.
It's impossible that Jiao Pingzao didn't know it, but he was just asking for something from others, so he kept his attitude extremely low and acted like a good boy.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the house disappeared, the door opened, and a maid appeared at the door, saluted Wen Renxian and said, "Master Chengxian Yuanzun, Miss Miaomiao has finished washing and is calling you."
"Yes." Wen Renxian nodded, landed steadily, and sheathed his sword.
The maid had returned to the house, but did not close the door. Wen Renxian walked straight in. The fog in the room had not yet dissipated.
Shui Miaomiao was sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow. She seemed a little out of breath, but it had nothing to do with the maids. They were very nice and didn't dare to neglect her in the slightest.
It's just that Shui Miaomiao couldn't see, and being fiddled with by two strangers, she was inevitably a little unhappy and frightened. In addition, this was not the first time she had been blind.
But last time, it was just her and him, without these maids, so what happened to him... So Shui Miaomiao became more and more angry as he thought about it, and ravaged the innocent pillow in his hand crazily. Damn this guy, he has no morality and no martial ethics...
Hearing the new noise, Shui Miaomiao was immediately alert and shouted subconsciously, but he hesitated for fear of mishearing, "Yes, Master?"
"It's me." Wen Renxian responded quickly and walked quickly to the bed.
After receiving the response, Shui Miaomiao immediately dropped the pillow in her hand and tried to stand up. She would always forget the fact that she could not see now.
Although he stood up, he staggered and fell into the arms of Wen Renxian who came forward with a muffled sound.
"Be careful." Wen Renxian stretched out his hand to help him, then put his hand back in mid-air.
Shui Miaomiao is most afraid of heat now. These clothes are specially made of Yuechan gauze. They are as light as cicada wings and extremely breathable. They can be stacked in several layers without generating heat.
And even though some time has passed, the heat on Shui Miaomiao's body has not dissipated after washing. She is as pink as a hibiscus. She wears a pale pink and white gauze dress, which lines her whole body. It is as delicate as a flower in bud.
Wen Renxian had nowhere to start, so he could only look ahead and protect Shui Miaomiao.
"I, I'm fine, I'm fine." Shui Miaomiao groped randomly and patted Wen Renxian's chest. After repeatedly confirming the strength of this place, he stood up and gently rubbed his forehead.
I wonder where she hit? It feels so solid, but not so hard that it makes people want to poke and poke at it...
