Mo Siyu didn't know how long she knelt on the hard stone floor. By the time she pulled out the golden needle in Chu Chuyan's sleeping point, the parts below the knees of her two legs were numb to the point of losing consciousness.

Chu Chuyan woke up from the coma, and just moved, the sharp pain in his eyes seemed to be pierced desperately, and he was about to rub his eyes again, but his wrists were firmly held by a pair of cold hands .

Mo Siyu's voice was hoarse and exhausted: "Don't move, I washed your eyes, there is no fumigation here, when the water boils, I will apply some medicine to you, and the pain will soon be gone.

She picked up a few concave stones and put them on the fire to boil water.

Chu Chuyan held her finger instead: "My eyes, are they okay?"

"It can be cured." As if afraid that he would not believe it, Mo Siyu's voice was firm: "I promise, I will be able to heal you."

Chu Chuyan closed his eyes, "Can I touch your face?"

Mo Siyu paused for a moment, bit his lip, and put his palm on his cheek.

Chu Chuyan's palms were warm, and his fingertips stroked from her cheeks to her forehead, measuring her browbones, her eyes, her nose, and the fact that she was tortured because of her anxiety all night. Dry lips baked by the fire.

Chu Chuyan touched it very carefully, little by little, as if trying to outline the outline of this face in his mind.

His fingers rested on her chin, and he rubbed them lightly: "The benefactor must be a beautiful woman."

Without saying a word, Mo Siyu picked up the white cloth soaked in the medicine from the groove of the stone, and put it on Chu Chuyan's eyes: "You have a good rest, and when your body recovers completely, I will take you out."

"Hmm." A warm cloth was placed on the eyes, and the medicine soaked into the eyes. The tingling feeling was much better, and Chu Chuyan fell into a rare silence.

Mo Siyu tied the white cloth soaked in the medicine to his eyes, and thumped his kneecaps which were like needles.

Chu Chuyan sat up, touched her knee without saying a word, and rubbed it lightly. His fingers were slender, white and bony, and went all the way down her slender calf.

Mo Siyu was so tired that he simply lay down on the pile of herbs and closed his eyes.

Chu Chuyan's hand landed on her ankle, but he touched Mo Siyu's bare feet. Those small, exquisite and well-proportioned feet were cold, and the toes were like shells, with round and full arcs.

Mo Siyu was very thoughtful, she never expected that Chu Chuyan was not only smoked by poisonous smoke, but also hatched eggs of blood gu worms, it would be difficult for his eyes to recover their light.

It is not easy to gather the medicines for healing, and it is even more difficult to find the medicines.

Yaoyin is an extremely rare salamander. She has seen this kind of thing in ancient books, but she has never seen a living salamander at all. She only saw a dead and dried salamander in the pharmacy of Doctor Zhang. A fiery red salamander...

Dead salamanders are so rare, how to find living salamanders?

When Mo Siyu recovered from his thoughts, he realized that something was wrong. Chu Chuyan actually pushed his cold feet into his belly.

A steady stream of heat poured out from his hot body, Mo Siyu's cheeks were slightly red, but he didn't pull his feet back, he just asked, "Is Xiongtai treating every woman so well?"

"No." Chu Chuyan sat upright, the white cotton cloth hanging behind his head swayed, and there was a sense of nobility like the breeze and the moon shining on the hills, "Apart from my family, I only treat my benefactor well."

Mo Siyu: "..."

No wonder he treats Yu Mo so well, he is really a young man who knows how to repay his kindness.