Feng Shaojin heard the sound of fireworks rising into the night sky from his heart and exploding.

His heart was beating fast.

Fast and messy.

It seemed to pop out of the throat.

The candles were flickering, and the servants in the hall were shuttled back and forth, one of them asked Feng Shaojin: "Master, do you want to have supper?"

Feng Shaojin came back to his senses, "No, I boiled hot water and sent it upstairs."

"Yes." The servant twisted the thermos bottle that had been prepared earlier and went upstairs.

Feng Shaojin stretched out his hand, wrapped Mo Lingwei's cool hand with his big palm, and led her upstairs: "Your eye sockets are all black and blue, have you not had a good rest these few days when I'm not at home? "

Mo Lingwei let him lead her, and followed her upstairs to the bedroom.

The warm water in the side room has been prepared, and the lamps and silver charcoal fire are lit in the room in advance, making it very warm.

Feng Shaojin untied her cloak and asked, "The bedroom is warm, don't read in the hall from now on."

"Yeah." Mo Lingwei also felt that it was too cold downstairs.

The spring is cold, the sun is shining at noon during the day, and the night is still wet and cold.

She was so engrossed in watching that she even forgot the time again. If she guessed right, Feng Shaojin's sudden change in temperament might be related to the medicine she took.

Mo Lingwei raised her head and asked him, "Is the medicine you usually take after getting injured or sick prepared by Feng Yichen?"

"no."

"Then who else has treated you?" Mo Lingwei was a little anxious. In her heart, Feng Yichen was the best doctor in the whole south. If the Feng family had any headaches, they would definitely seek treatment from Feng Yichen.

Most importantly, it was impossible for Feng Yichen to murder Feng Shaojin.

"Are you caring about me?" Feng Shaojin's smile couldn't help overflowing from the corner of his lips.

Mo Lingwei's face darkened: "You answer me first."

"Mrs. Mo also healed me, and you also healed me..."

"anything else?"

"And Yichen."

"anything else?"

"It's gone." Feng Shaojin was overjoyed: "Why do you ask me this suddenly?"

Hearing his answer, Mo Lingwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and began to think.

It was impossible for the sister-in-law to do anything to Feng Shaojin, and she never thought of murdering him, and as for Feng Yichen, it was even more impossible to harm him.

Then why did he have that reaction when he was furious?

Seeing her drooping her head again and not making a sound, Feng Shaojin's long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes flashed with gloom, and he raised his hand to pinch her chin, forcing her to raise her head.

As soon as Mo Lingwei's eyes met Feng Shaojin's, his lips pressed down and covered hers.

Mo Lingwei stood quietly without moving.

She smelled the smell of tobacco remaining between Feng Shaojin's lips and teeth.

He rushed all the way back, and the smell on his body was almost gone.

When he came here, he only drank a few mouthfuls of warm white water, before he had time to go to the ear chamber to rinse his mouth.

Feng Shaojin's movements were fierce, as if a person who was dying of thirst in the desert had finally found the source of life that could save him, wanting to snatch it without limit, wanting to occupy it wholeheartedly, wanting to... .

Mo Lingwei didn't push him away as usual, she closed her eyes and opened them again, looking at him quietly with a pair of clear eyes without any desire.

Like a clear lake, not stained with any impurities.

"Shaojin." Mo Lingwei's voice was very gentle.

Only since he brought her back to Yuncheng and all the lies were exposed, she never called his name in such a gentle tone.

Feng Shaojin's heart seemed to be pricked by the tip of a needle, a little painful, but also a little sweet.

He heard her say, "Shaojin, do you smoke?"