Chapter 120

Towards evening, Lin Jie and Lin Jie came back.

Shen QingHan, who had been waiting for a long time, saw Lin Jie at the first sight.

But now Lin Jie is in a mess. He has a medicine basket on his back and his trousers rolled up. His body is covered with mud and grey. While he is laughing, he strides into the door.

"Ha ha ha ha, big harvest!"

As soon as Lin Jie saw Shen QingHan, who was sitting in the room, his body was stiff. He took a puff from the corner of his mouth, and the words of big harvest on the edge of his mouth were also hard to swallow.

"How do you make yourself like this?"

Shen QingHan looked up slightly and frowned at Lin Jie.

Shen QingHan frowned, and Lin Jie immediately felt that the event was not good. He quickly laughed and said, "it's not careful to step on it."

"And then?"

Shen QingHan stares at Lin Jie with a eyebrow.

"And then I fell."

Lin Jie rolled his eyes.

“………”

Shen QingHan sighed helplessly, "be careful next time."

"Oh."

Lin Jie nodded.

When Shen QingHan saw that Lin Jie was ok, he stood up and went to the room.

Lin Jie suddenly thought of something and stopped Shen QingHan.

Shen QingHan's footstep is a meal, "how?"

"Did I say something wrong to make you angry today?"

Lin Jie, with his head tilted, blinked and asked.

Shen QingHan eyes slightly convergence, silence for a moment, at the end of the light way, "No."

Then Shen QingHan left.

Leaving Lin Jie a face muddled, "why didn't you walk so fast?"

After dinner, Lin Jie changed Shen QingHan's dressing.

The candle flickered slightly. Shen QingHan was sitting in front of the table, and Lin Jie was standing behind Shen early morning.

Shen QingHan had no expression and began to take off his clothes.

"Can I help you?"

Lin asked.

"No

Shen QingHan frowns slightly and coldly.

"Why are you so awkward

Lin Jie curled his mouth and muttered, "anyway, I've already undressed you..."

“………”

Shen QingHan didn't answer Lin Jie. He just gave a fierce jump to his brow and took off his clothes one by one.

After Shen QingHan finished taking off his coat, Lin Jie stared at the strong upper body for a moment, then cleared his throat, lowered his head as if nothing had happened, and carefully untied the original gauze.

After the gauze is untied, it is a ferocious scar on the shoulder.

Every time he saw the wound on Shen QingHan's body, he felt suffocated. Such a deep wound must be very painful.

Lin Jie looked at the expressionless Shen QingHan again. In his heart, he couldn't help wondering. Could this person not hurt?

"Then I'll take the medicine."

Lin Jie opened the medicine cover again and gently sprinkled the golden sore medicine on Shen QingHan's wound.

And Shen QingHan has no other expression except frown.

"Won't it hurt you?"

Repaint the wound for Shen QingHan. Lin Jie can't help asking.

"Not bad."

Shen Qing's cold spirit calms his mind.

"Tut Tut, Shen QingHan, I find you are really terrible."

After the bandage, Lin Jie sat down next to Shen QingHan, holding his chin and staring at Shen QingHan.

"How do you say that?"

Shen QingHan slowly put on the clothes one by one.

"At that time, you were so badly hurt that I thought you were going to die, so I was scared out of it. As a result, you were so calm."

Lin Jie gave Shen QingHan a sad look.

"What if I really die?"

Shen QingHan asked solemnly.

Although Shen QingHan usually does not smile, he is still so serious about asking such impractical questions, so Lin jiemeng is confused.

Lin Jie looked at Shen QingHan. He was silent for a long time. His chest was stuffy and he couldn't breathe.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Jie stood up and quickly packed up his things. After a while, he made a move, looked down at Shen QingHan, and then said, "I'll give you the decoction."

Leaving this sentence, Lin Jie went out in a hurry.

Shen QingHan looks at Lin Jie's back, his eyes slightly coagulate.

Lin Jieshou is in front of the medicine stove, one hand is holding a PU fan to fan the wind for the medicine stove, and the other hand is holding his chin. He stares at the small fire in the medicine stove.

"What if I really die?"

Shen QingHan's words rang in his ears.

Lin Jie made a big move.

"Really dead?"He turned his eyes and snorted, "then I will finally be liberated..."

However, Lin Jie turned to think about it, and felt that he was too immoral. Shen QingHan saved him several times, so he decided not to think about it.

In spite of this, Lin Jie could not calm down. No matter how his thoughts were, he would always go around Shen QingHan.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he was, and then he trapped himself in the top of the ox horn.

"Hell, hell."

Lin Jie stretched out his hand to support his forehead. "What does Shen QingHan have to do with me? Why do I always think about him?"

"No, I don't want to."

Lin Jie shook his head and took a deep breath.

"Decoction."

Lin Jie bit his teeth and took back his eyes. He continued to stare at the medicine stove. After staring for a long time, his eyelids began to grow heavy.

"Ah, why are you more and more sleepy..."

Lin Jie yawned and tried to open his eyes and look at the medicine stove.

However, in imperceptible, Lin Jie directly supported the forehead and fell asleep in the past.

Lin Jie fell asleep, and the Pu fan slipped from his hand. When he was about to fall to the ground, a slender white hand stretched out to catch the one.

"How can you sleep here?"

White boots gently walked to the front of the forest robbery and stopped, and then, the long and straight figure slowly appeared.

Shen QingHan took the Pu fan and looked down at Lin Jie helplessly. He called Lin Jie in a low voice, "Lin Jie, I'll catch cold when I sleep here."

However, no matter how he yelled, Lin Jie never showed any sign of waking up. Instead, he was sleeping more heavily.

"I don't know if I'm being sold."

Shen frowned slightly in his arms, as if he had not been robbed by the forest, and then he put his hand into his arms.

Shen QingHan takes Lin Jie back to his room all the way. In the moonlight, the figure is straight and slender.

He gently put Lin Jie back on the bed. Lin Jie turned over and Shen QingHan bent over to cover the quilt for him.

"Fool."

Shen QingHan stares at Lin Jie and frowns.

Then the next day, Lin Jie couldn't remember how he got back to his room. He thought he was confused, and then he walked back to the room and forgot.

When changing the dressing for Shen QingHan, Lin Jie found that Shen QingHan's wound had opened again. Suddenly, his face sank, and the corners of his mouth puffed. He immediately asked Shen QingHan, "Shen QingHan, what did you do last night?"

"Nothing."

Shen QingHan did not change his face, as if nothing had happened.

"Deceive the ghost, what have you done to crack the wound like this?"

Lin Jieqi's blue veins protruded on his forehead, "be honest!"

“………”

Shen QingHan pretended not to hear and looked down at the book in his hand.

"Shen QingHan..."

Lin Jie was speechless.

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