Wanyan Lie kept feeding her water one mouthful at a time, until Zhao Xueying blushed and her heart started beating, and she raised her hand slightly to push him.

Wanyan Lie straightened up and looked down at her.

Zhao Xueying really wanted to know how he managed to keep his face from blushing and his heart not beating when he fed her water like this.

Wanyanlie said softly: "Don't drink anymore?"

"Um."

She feels much better now and can make some noise. She really felt mute just now.

Wanyan Lie put down the bowl and still stood, bending down and placing his hands on both sides of her body, looking down at her.

When he was feeding her water just now, he was afraid of touching her, so he was in the same posture.

He has deep eyes and a serious expression on his face.

He has really changed a lot.

Wanyan Lie lowered his head and pecked her pale lips gently, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then, his lips gently pressed against hers, rolling around.

…

After a long while, Zhao Xueying put her hand on Wanyanlie's solid chest.

Wanyan Lie then stopped kissing her, but still held up his arms and looked down at her.

Her little face was still pale, with a little color due to the kiss.

"Are you tired of supporting yourself like this?"

She is always so gentle, gentle, and considerate.

"Not tired."

Wanyanlie looked at her for a moment, as if looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

"Xue'er?"

"Um."

"Xue'er?"

"Um."

"Xue'er?"

When Wanyanlie called out for the third time, Zhao Xueying couldn't help but laugh, because the movement was a bit too big and it pulled the wound, which was extremely painful.

She frowned slightly and groaned.

Wanyanlie hurriedly straightened up and looked at her, feeling distressed and at a loss. He was about to call the imperial doctor, but was held by a small white hand.

He turned around and looked.

Zhao Xueying's facial features are exquisite, and her beautiful face is a bit frail, making her even more lovable.

Just listen to her gentle and beautiful voice.

"I'm fine, I want to stay with you, just the two of us."

Isn't this Wanyanlie's inner voice?

He was an eight-foot-long man with a burly build. Because of these words, his eye circles were red again, and he was about to shed tears.

Zhao Xueying was stunned, and at the same time looked at this man who was tortured to the point of losing his human form with great distress.

Wanyan Lie sat back on the bed, held her hand, and kneaded it slowly bit by bit.

Her hands are so small and soft.

Wanyanlie's face was filled with distress.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhao Xueying said softly: "It doesn't hurt."

It's a lie. When she was unconscious, she kept pulling him and yelling at him.

The words Zhao Xueying said when he was unconscious are still in his ears, and he will never forget them in his life.

"Lie, it hurts me so much, it really hurts..."

"Lie, it's dark and cold all around. I'm so scared..."

"Father, mother, concubine, Xueer misses you so much..."

"Lie, you're not dead, right... You won't leave me alone, right?"

"Lie, I knew you weren't dead and wouldn't... leave me alone..."

…

She talked a lot of nonsense, and every word she said made his heart ache.

He kept calling her in her ear and talking to her.

"Xue'er, Xue'er, I'm here...don't be afraid, I will protect you..."

"Xue'er, I'm not dead. I lied to you. It's my fault. Can you wake up and beat me and scold me? As long as you wake up, I'm willing to do anything..."

"Xue'er, the people picking up your father and mother will be here soon. They will be here soon. Can you wake up quickly?"

"As long as you wake up, I will rely on you and listen to you in everything. I beg you, wake up quickly, eh?"

…

When Zhao Xueying was talking nonsense, Wanyanlie talked to her; when Zhao Xueying was lying unconscious, Wanyanlie was also talking to her.

There was smoke coming out of his throat, but he still kept talking crazily.

The imperial doctor said that if Zhao Xueying still couldn't wake up in three days, she could only do her best and obey fate.

When Wanyan Lie heard this, his teeth were itching with hatred. What does it mean to do everything possible and obey fate? He raised his long legs and kicked the imperial doctor far away.

Wanyan Lie really wanted to kill them in anger, but if he killed them, who would be able to treat Zhao Xueying? He could only suppress his anger and endure it.

He didn't close his eyes for three consecutive days, just looking at her like this, looking at her pain but feeling helpless.

In the past, Wan Yanlie believed that everything depends on human effort. As long as you work hard, nothing is impossible. Now you know that in the face of life, old age, illness and death, no matter how strong a person is, there is no way to reverse it, and there is nothing he can do.

That feeling of powerlessness almost destroyed him.

During these three days, his life was worse than death, and he was terrified.

When Zhao Xueying was talking nonsense, he called her and talked to her; when Zhao Xueying fell into a deep sleep, he soon went to sniff her breath, fearing that she would abandon him and leave him.

Fortunately, everything has come to pass and everything has survived.

Zhao Xueying looked at his bright eyes and dull expression, and pulled his hand, wanting to laugh, but it was uglier than crying.

"You called me over and over again like that. Did you call me many times when I was unconscious, but I didn't respond?"

That time when he led his army on an expedition, and they met again after a long absence, he called her the same way.

Wanyanlie raised his hand and rubbed her pale face, said "Hmm" and said affectionately: "When you recover from your injury, I will call you properly, and you must promise me firmly."

The corners of Zhao Xueying's mouth raised.

"Um."

At this moment, Ling Yin said outside the door: "Qi Khan, the porridge prepared for the princess is ready."

Zhao Xueying took his hand away. It was not good for someone to see her.

Wanyanlie said calmly: "Bring it in."

Sure enough, he only spoke to one person with warmth and tenderness, and that was Zhao Xueying.

Suzune walked in with porridge, her eyes were swollen like two big grapes.

She deliberately lowered her head so that no one could see her, but Zhao Xueying, who was as careful as her hair, still saw her.

Just listen to Zhao Xueying calling softly: "Ringyin."

Suzune had to raise her eyes to look at her, and her tears began to fall again.

Zhao Xueying smiled.

"I'm fine, don't worry about you and Duoduo."

Lingyin blushed, pursed her lips, held back her tears, and said "Yeah" in a tearful tone.

Wanyan Lie brought the bowl over and said calmly: "Go down."

Lingyin still wanted to stay a little longer, but Wanyan Lie said so, how dare she not retreat?

Zhao Xueying found it funny.

"Lingyin is my maid, are you still jealous?"

Wanyanlie looked at her while stirring the porridge, his face did not change, his heart did not beat, and he said seriously: "Well, I will protect the food."
To be continued...