"Where did you get it?" The wreath was conspicuous, and when he stepped in, he was interrogated by Chu Zheng: "Who got it for you?"

Although Bu Qing's complexion is not very white now, it is much whiter than normal. His body is beautifully dressed and decorated with a garland, which does not appear feminine, but has a delicate feeling.

As long as he appears, any scenery can only be reduced to a background color.

Put down the porcelain cup gently and remove the wreath.

-Miyun gave it to me.

"What is he doing with this thing for you?"

The cheap grandson would not want to grab someone from me!

—I don’t know.

Buqing didn't say the strange thing Miyun said to him.

He observed Chuzheng for a while, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Chuzheng.

"In the future, you are not allowed to ask for things from others."

Buqing nodded obediently, threw the garland out of the window, and held the porcelain cup in front of Chuzheng, motioning her to drink.

"what is this?"

Step lightly pointed at himself, I did.

"so smart?"

Bu lightly pursed his lips and smiled, his cheeks turned red, looking expectantly at Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng stirred it with a spoon and tried a bite. The soup was rich and delicious, with a bit of sweetness.

He blinked and lowered his eyes, almost writing ‘good or not’ on his face.

Chuzheng gestured to Buqing to sit over, and Buqing had no psychological burden, and sat in Chuzheng's arms obediently.

"Very good." Chu Zheng embraced him.

Bu Qing smiled brightly, took the spoon and took the initiative to feed Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng thought it was a little troublesome: "You drink it yourself."

Tilt his head slightly.

——But this is for you to drink.

"..." Chu Zheng took a deep breath: "I'll do it myself."

Buqing's cheeks drummed slightly and shook his head. What he meant was to feed him.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Are you sick?

I can get rid of something in a few bites, you want to feed me a spoonful? When do I have to drink?

calm!

The request for a good person card cannot be rejected.

call!

I can!

"Change the way."

"???"

Chu Zheng lowered his head and whispered in Buqing's ear: "Feed it with my mouth, or I'll drink it myself."

Step light: "..."

Bu Qing's ears turned red, and the fingers holding the spoon were loosened slightly.

Chuzheng breathed a sigh of relief, good guys dare to fight with me...

Before Chu Zheng's thoughts were finished, the hand that opened the spoon suddenly clenched again. He lowered his head and took a sip, then slightly raised his eyes to look at Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng: "..."

-

Chuzheng has become more and more aware of his courage in stepping light recently. Being well-behaved is well-behaved, but sometimes what he does is a little unexpected.

Chu Zheng propped his head and stared at the sleeping person next to him.

There is a faint soft color in the eyes that have always been calm and waveless.

Chu Zheng's fingertips plucked the broken hair in front of his light forehead, and his fingertips slipped from the center of his forehead to the bridge of his nose.

The light step may be that he noticed the itch, raised his hand and scratched, then slightly turned sideways, leaned into Chuzheng's arms, found a comfortable position, and nudged twice.

Chuzheng didn't know what he was thinking, and kept that position for a long time without moving.

"cough……"

Chuzheng suppressed the desire to cough back, took away the hand that stepped gently on his waist, and carefully lifted the quilt down.

When she was two meters away from the bed, the person who was asleep opened his eyes and looked at the back of Chu Zheng leaving.

-

Chu Zheng left the room, after all, he couldn't suppress the surging discomfort.

"Cough cough cough..."

It felt like he was about to cough up all his internal organs, and there was some warmth in the palm of his hand, and the **** air spread across the tip of his nose.

"squeak--"

There was a sound of opening the door behind him.

Chu Zheng turned his head, the young man standing behind barefoot with only a white shirt, staring at her in a daze.

He saw the blood in Chu Zheng's hand.

Chuzheng took out the handkerchief, wiped the blood off, his eyebrows were calm: "Slightly stepped, I might be dying."

The boy shook his body slightly, and the blood on his face was instantly lost. He walked over and held Chu Zheng.

"You are lying to me" written in his eyes.

"I didn't lie to you." Chuzheng took off his outer robe and put it on him: "I'm running out of time." If she really said that to Oshima Master, she could not find any other way to treat her body. , Time is really running out.

Bu shook his head lightly, not believing it.

She looks so good...

But why do you vomit blood?

The steps were light and a little anxious, and his lips opened several times without making a sound. He could only grasp Chu Zheng's arm hard.

Chuzheng hugged the person back to the room: "I tell you, because I think you have the right to know, but I hope you can calm down. Even if you are in a hurry, it's useless, right?"

How does this make him calm?

Step by step, he jumped out of bed and went to the next desk to get pen and ink.

——I don't want you to die.

"Everyone will die. If I can't hold on to it, I have to die." Chu Zheng stuffed his feet into the quilt.

Bu Qing felt that Chu Zheng's words were strange, but he didn't quite understand.

——We see the doctor, it will be cured.

Chu Zheng shook his head.

——Doctor...Is it useless?

If it is really what the big island owner said, the doctor must be useless.

Her body was nurtured by medicine since she was a child, and only he knew what medicine the Mishima Master had used for her during this period.

Buqing held the pen trembling, and did not drop a word for a while, he suddenly loosened the pen and paper, leaned over, and clung to Chuzheng firmly.

He doesn't want her to die.

The boy trembled slightly, with panic and fear he didn't even know.

Chu Zheng patted him on the back: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Why is he not afraid?

He wants her to stay with him, why...

-

Buqing hugged her like that and sat down all night, no matter how Chuzheng coaxed him to sleep.

The next day the young man's eye sockets were slightly swollen, and his eyes were bloodshot, but his face was so pale that he looked a bit scary.

"Sleep well."

Bu lightly shook his head and held her without letting go, as if Chuzheng was gone when he let go.

Chu Zheng was not impatient anymore, pressing Bu Qing's shoulders, just about to speak, suddenly saw the fear in Bu Qing's eyes.

That was the emotion she hadn't seen for a long time after she took people to her side...

Chu Zheng felt a little softer in his heart.

"Step light, I can't die for the time being, but if you continue to do this, I will take care of you. Do you think this is appropriate for you?"

"Sleep obediently now, okay?"

Buqing was silent for a moment, nodded, lay down on his own, and closed his eyes.

Chu Zheng exhaled silently.

She doesn't want to keep Buqing from hiding, but now looking at him like this, she feels...

Buqing's closed eyes suddenly opened again, and he took Chu Zheng's hand to clasp it, and looked at her for several seconds before closing his eyes.

Within a few seconds, he opened it again.

Chu Zheng: "..."

"I'm not going." Chu Zheng stretched out his hand to rub the bridge of his nose, the next second he said fiercely, "Go to sleep."

He slowly closed his eyes, but did not open them again this time.

Chuzheng was also very sleepy and decided to sleep with him for a while.

Chu Zheng didn't know how long he had slept. When he got up, Buqing was not in the room, only a note left by him.

——I forbid you to die!

Chuzheng raised his eyebrows and learned to stop using it.