p. He Chao let out a long sigh of relief; he had finally made it through."Get up first."It was already dark outside. He had been pressed by Mu Xing for several hours, and now his whole body was numb."...Mu Xing opened the door in puzzlement, only to see a tall and thin figure lying on the ground outside her door.
"Fu Lingxiao"
She furrowed her brows, hastening to his side and kneeling beside him, helping him up.
The man's face was as pale as paper, his eyes tightly closed, he lay in her arms so unconscious, his burning body heat almost burned her. In fact, when he held her on the helicopter, she felt he had a fever.
It stands to reason, his body was already thoroughly battered. He'd gone through a plane crash, spent so long in the sea, and then rushed back all night without a moment's rest. The fact that he's still standing is a miracle.
Mu Xing wrapped one hand around the man's armpit, and the other hand went through his bent leg, directly lifting him off the ground. Though the man was very tall, he was so thin that he was just a skeleton, not weighing much at all.
The man who was suddenly picked up, his raven-like eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, “…”
Cool, cool. Not the first time this little thing has hugged me!
Fu Lingxiao tried his best to relax his body, not letting himself show any flaws.
Mu Xing hugged Fu Lingxiao into the room, placed him on the bed, and directly ripped off the sticky clothes on his body.
One piece of clothing after another was stripped away. Fu Lingxiao could initially still feign calmness, as he had already been naked in front of the little one many times before. However, everything changed when those soft little hands grabbed his underwear and pulled them down.
He still couldn't help himself, and reached out to grab her small hand.
The next second, a chilly voice laced with mocking laughter rang out from the girl, "Why don't you continue pretending, Mr. Fu"
"..."
It turns out the little thing had discovered it a long time ago.
Fu Lingxiao pursed his lips, his five fingers gathering and holding Mu Xing's soft hand. He pulled it up to his hot cheek, closed his eyes and rubbed against her palm, his thin lips slowly moving, "Dizzy..."
Pale face, weak voice, even the sharp aura on his body faded away.
The whole person exudes a sickly aura, looking exceptionally docile and pitiful.
Mu Xing's heart softened a bit, her tone still cold and hard, "Let go."
"No."
"Don't go, don't leave me, okay Gu Yan, Yan Yan..."
The man's big hand enveloped her small one, gripping it tighter. His deep eyes reddened slightly, a layer of moisture clouding their depths.
pitiful, yet captivating.
And besides, he still used that magnetic gravelly voice, calling her name softly, “Yanyan.”
Mu Xing was completely unable to resist the man's appearance. Her heart softened instantly, and her voice unconsciously became softer, "I won't leave, I'll go get water to help you wipe your body."
"Okay." The man obediently let go of her hand.
Mu Xing went to the bathroom and brought a basin of warm water to wipe Fu Lingxiao's body.
The towel wiped inch by inch, the man's body was frighteningly thin, a layer of thin skin stretched over his bones. His sickly pale skin was covered with all kinds of scars.
It's hard to imagine what this man has gone through in the past, and how much willpower it takes now to support this broken body.
Mu Xing blinked, suppressing the sourness in her eyes. After wiping Fu Lingxiao's body and covering him with the blanket, she went to get a cold towel to apply to his forehead.
Unintentionally brushing against his ink-black hair, her gaze came to an abrupt halt.
Fu Lingxiao's hair roots were all white!
She frowned, gently tugging at it with her fingers. Her pupils trembled slightly, as if she were seeing him in a new light for the first time. She had never paid this much attention to him before, and now she realized that his hair was dyed.
Fu Lingxiao’s dizziness was real. He fell asleep while Mu Xing was helping him wipe his body. All his emotions disappeared from his face, leaving him lying there peacefully, his usual aloofness and ruthlessness gone, replaced by a fragility that felt utterly lifeless.
Mù Xīng stood before the bed, staring at him for a moment, then turned and walked out of the room.
There were no fever-reducing medications at home. She went downstairs and found Yun Tuo, who was in the kitchen making medicine and congee, "Your master Fu has a fever, go buy some fever-reducing medication, if there are fever needles, that's even better."
"Okay, I'll send someone to buy it right away!"
Yuntuo made a phone call to his subordinates, and then said to Muses: "It will be delivered in ten minutes."
Mu Xing gave a faint "um" and then asked, "What's wrong with your Master Fu's hair"
Yun Tuo's memory was instantly pulled back three years by this question. His resolute face couldn't help but stiffen, staring intently at Mu Xing, and said: "Three years ago, Madam died unexpectedly. Fu Ye couldn't bear such immense grief, he vomited blood and fell into a coma. After waking up, his hair turned completely white."
Mu Xing didn't say anything else, turned and went upstairs.
Exactly ten minutes later, Yun Tuo arrived on time with the fever needle and also brought a bowl of freshly cooked porridge for Mu Xing.
Mu Xing gave Fu Lingxiao an injection to reduce his fever, then went to take a bath and changed into a black nightgown. She sat by the window, closing her eyes to rest.
As she was drifting off to sleep, fragments of images suddenly flooded her mind, like a shattered mirror broken into pieces. She struggled to piece them together, but then her head began to throb, as if it were about to split open.
She suddenly opened her eyes in agony, clutching her head and taking deep breaths.
Calming the intense pain, sleep had completely abandoned me. My gaze involuntarily turned towards the man sleeping soundly on the bed.
For no reason, I remembered what he said to her on the helicopter back then.
He said he wavered.
Recalling the fluttering in his heart and the uneasiness when he first heard this, Mu Xing suddenly felt ridiculous. How could he be swayed when he loved his wife so deeply
He has treated her as a mere substitute from the very beginning to now.
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Land, seas.
After finishing the phone call with Mu Xing, Qian Fei immediately changed course and flew back.
Noticing Ginger in the passenger seat, who was lost in thought, she smiled and said, "Little lamb, your elder sister is still sitting beside you. You dare to think about other women, that's too much."
After two days of getting to know each other, Jiang Yan already had some understanding of Qian Fei. He was no longer as at a loss as he was at the beginning when faced with her teasing.
He said in a gentle tone: "I'm just a little worried about Xiao Yaner. I don't feel at ease until I see her safe and sound with my own eyes."
"Seeing how much you care about my precious Gu, if you like him so much, just confess to him!"
Ginger Yan smiled wryly. "No, thanks."
"Look at me, " Qian Fei turned her head and glanced at him. “What Afraid Too scared to do it Then tell your sister, I’ll help you!”
"Thank you, but it's not necessary. Xiaoyan and I won't have any relationship beyond siblings."
As a senior brother, being able to accompany Xiao Yan'er is already enough for him.
Qian Fei heard the disappointment in Jiang Yan's voice, reaching out to ruffle his head. "Don't be sad, little lamb," she said softly. "Sister loves you. Sister will give you fiery love and her shoulder for you to lean on!"
Ginger was amused by her, "I'm older than you, sister."
"But I'm stronger than you. In the martial world, it doesn't matter about age, only strength."
Qian Fei lifted up her tiny little backpack, "Come on, little lamb, call sister one more time for me to hear."
Ginger Ink: “...”
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