After finally breaking free, Shui Miaomiao felt that she was sweating all over. The bath was in vain. Just as he was about to take off his cloak, Wen Renxian's lowered voice came from behind, "Put it on."
"But." Shui Miaomiao hesitated and turned his head slightly and said, "Such a beautiful cloak will be useless if it is stained with water like mine."
"It doesn't matter, just use it as a handkerchief to absorb water."
"What a luxury." Adhering to the mentality of taking care of patients, Shui Miaomiao did not argue with Wen Renxian. He rescued his wet hair from the cloak, shook his head and scratched his neck. The wet hair clung to his body and was pressed by the cloak. It's a bit prickly.
After adjusting her cloak, Shui Miaomiao turned around and shouted, "Master."
Wen Renxian started to move again and left Shui Miaomiao's sight.
"My hair is still wet." Wen Renxian appeared at an arm's length from Shui Miaomiao at some point, stretching out his hand and about to do something.
Shui Miaomiao raised an eyebrow, took Wen Renxian's hand and pressed it down, "Huh?" It meant reproach with a hint of grievance.
She had already wanted to hear the Immortal when she summoned the cloak from her waist card just now, and now she is still using spiritual power. She is in a good mood today, so don't force her to curse.
Wen Renxian, who wanted to use his spiritual power to evaporate the water vapor, realized it very quickly. He resisted the urge to squeeze the random thoughts, took back his hand and put it behind his back, turned around and walked towards the clothes hanger, pulled off the sweat towel on it, "Then wipe it." Dry."
Shui Miaomiao held her face with her hands and tilted her head, watching Wen Renxian coming up with a sweat towel in both hands, confused and confused.
In this posture, does Wen Renxian want to help him wipe it? Shui Miaomiao didn't want to object. After washing her hair, her waist ached and her arms hurt. Should she turn around?
Wen Renxian paused for a moment, and for the first time after waking up, he looked at Shang Shui Miaomiao with innocence, ignorance, and a bit of expectation.
What the hell is hope? In a panic, Wen Renxian threw the sweat towel at Shui Miaomiao's face and said in a cold voice, "Go and dry it yourself, be careful because you get cold."
In the middle of saying this, Wen Renxian suddenly thought that Shui Miaomiao wouldn't let him use his spiritual power, but Shui Miaomiao could.
Grabbing the fallen towel, Shui Miaomiao pouted and nodded innocently, "Do I have to wipe it dry? I wanted to evaporate the damaged hair directly, but the damaged hair was damaged. I really can't lift my arms. Master, wait for me, I will come as soon as I go."
These slightly coquettish words made Wen Renxian's breath hitch. He frowned and said nothing. He was really stupid today.
After drying her hair, she rolled up her black hair with a Yueqin regular hairpin, and changed into simple and neat clothes, Shui Miaomiao hurried back to Wen Renxian's room.
Hearing the noise, Wen Renxian, who was standing in the room, looked sideways. Shui Miaomiao held the door frame with her hands and stepped in. The two looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.
The embarrassment never seems to linger on Wen Renxian for long. As long as he has the ability to stay awake, he will be graceful and elegant, with a smile as elegant as mist on his handsome face, making people fascinated and curious about what is behind the mist.
Shui Miaomiao, who was parked at the door, always doubted whether he should get close, but when Wen Renxian's sight touched Shui Miaomiao, the fog dispersed, and he welcomed her silently. The corners of his mouth subconsciously rose, and then he was restrained.
Shui Miaomiao just stood at the door and looked at Wen Renxian, blinking her smart and clear eyes. They were the natural beauty carved by hibiscus in clear water. Even the scars at the corners of her eyes suddenly became objects that she wanted to kiss.
Lowering his head, the Wen Renxian stepped back half a step and asked, "Where's the cloak?"
"Master?" Shui Miaomiao shouted reluctantly, stepping into the house. Did she really want to wear a cloak in the summer? It was silly, okay?
"It's windy in the valley, so it doesn't hurt to wear more clothes."
Shui Miaomiao approached step by step, and Wenrenxian stepped back step by step. This was not escaping, but just the proper social distance. In order not to appear abrupt, Wenrenxian did not retreat in a straight line but walked in a circle. The two seemed to be in the house. A waltz danced in the air.
The leg hit the corner of the stool and made a harsh sound. Wen Renxian stopped and held on to the stool in embarrassment. Shui Miaomiao also slowed down his pace with a trace of doubt in his eyes. How big is this room? Why can't I go to Wen Renxian?
To prevent Shui Miaomiao from overthinking, Wen Renxian sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea to cover up his panic.
Shui Miaomiao quickly stepped forward and took the tea cup from Wen Renxian's hand and explained with concern, "This is the tea I drank a few days ago to wake up. Master, it is better to drink water."
Wen Renxian sat upright without any objection, and asked Shui Miaomiao to put on the water. He wanted to keep his gaze straight, but Shui Miaomiao suddenly raised his hand and put it on Wen Renxian's forehead.
"It's not hot, but a little cold." Shui Miaomiao smiled to himself, straightened up and walked towards the open window.
Wen Renxian's eyes followed Shui Miaomiao's every move uncontrollably. She closed the window, closed the door, and made the bed. Shui Miaomiao always had a faint smile on her face, which was full of warmth.
She didn't ask Wen Renxian how she felt, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get the answer. Anyway, Wen Renxian was still standing in front of her and didn't burn out, so Shui Miaomiao was very happy.
Wen Renxian just woke up today, let’s talk about the important things tomorrow. Will she be making porridge or soup in a while? The water is flowing under the brocade quilt, and her thoughts have already flown away. She didn’t notice that Wen Renxian is getting deeper and deeper. gaze.
Wen Renxian suddenly felt that such a life seemed quite good, and it was thanks to Xipo's blessing, otherwise he might not be able to understand that even ordinary things can make his heart happy.
After holding the teacup in his hand for some time, the cool water seemed to have become warm. Wen Renxian took a sip and squeezed the teacup tightly in an instant.
It's spring water, water from the living spring of the Ancient Immortal Sect.
Although the spiritual energy stored in the space has dissipated, it is not comparable to ordinary water sources. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, but it also has a sweet taste. Wen Renxian used to drink it often, and he tasted it as soon as he put it in his mouth.
What was he thinking just now? Was he giving up on himself?
Shui Miaomiao is too gentle, like water, and if you are not careful, you will sink into it and be unable to extricate yourself.
Although Wen Renxian wanted to sink, he never wanted to stir up the turbid water and become a drag. He did not allow himself to have such thoughts to prevent them from spreading crazily.
It's time to find a way to deal with the cup of tea, and we can no longer rely on Shui Miaomiao for support.
"Hey!" Shui Miaomiao lay on the ground, and something rolled down under the bed. She stretched out her arms and reached it. It was the button on Wenrenxian's crown. It was placed on the cabinet next to the bed, but Shui Miaomiao knocked it to the ground. .
After successfully picking it out, Shui Miaomiao, who was sitting on the ground, laughed inexplicably and turned to look at Wen Renxian.
Although Wen Renxian's hair was left loose, which gave him an elegant and lazy look, he thought that when Wen Renxian regained consciousness for a while, he would want to comb it.
Wen Renxian understood the meaning in Shui Miaomiao's eyes, nodded slightly and then shook his head lightly and said, "No need, it's easy to relax. I plan to try retreat to see if the medicinal properties of the tea can be eliminated..."
Is this an eviction order?
Wen Renxian, who had just woken up, was acting strangely. Shui Miaomiao couldn't understand it. She got up from the ground, put the jade buckle on the cabinet on the bed and asked, "I plan to make millet porridge tonight, what should Master want?"
"Just keep a bottle of Bigu Pill."
Shui Miaomiao retorted dissatisfiedly, "There will be a lack of nutrition."
"I'm not injured." The injuries caused by the first loss of spiritual power had basically healed in the village under Shui Miaomiao's careful care. Thinking of this, Wen Renxian stood up, with a sad look on his face, and took the waist badge from the cabinet. Walk towards Shui Miaomiao.
