Feng Qingchen was unmoved, took out the clean white silk, gently pulled her arm in front of her for a while, and then wrapped the wound on her arm for her.

Feng Qingchen made it very soft and very meticulous, and did not hurt her.

Bai Mingwei's eyes couldn't help but stayed on Feng Qingchen's face.

The familiar face under the lamp looked serious, and was bathed in a warm orange light at this time. The heart-warming lips seemed to always have a smile.

The smile is sometimes warm, sometimes cold, sometimes unpredictable, sometimes erratic... But she really rarely sees Feng Qingchen not smiling.

Looking at his serious appearance, Bai Mingwei was once again amazed whether Feng Qingchen had an invisible pair of eyes. How could the wounds treated in the dark were so appropriate, without any mistakes?

But she had never seen Feng Qingchen's hand trembling slightly when he put away the medicine bottle.

For several moments, Feng Qingchen was worried, afraid that it would hurt her.

Because I was so careful and serious that my hands were trembling.

After finishing all this, Feng Qingchen replied to Bai Mingwei's words: "It's not dawn yet, don't worry, you have a little rest, I'll wait for you to fall asleep before leaving."

Bai Mingwei saw clearly the stubbornness on his face that he would never give up until he achieved his goal. She did not refuse, and unbuttoned her cloak and lie on the bed.

As soon as my head was touched by the pillow, the quilt was covered.

Feng Qingchen then sat down to the edge of the bed and tucked the corner of the quilt for her.

She did not resist and cooperated with Feng Qingchen well.

Seeing that Feng Qingchen had no intention of leaving, she persuaded: "Don't delay if things are urgent. If you waste time, you have to speed up the road. The road is slippery in the snow and it is not safe."

Feng Qingchen reached her hand above her head, stopped for a moment as if hesitated, and finally patted her gently: "I'll leave after you fall asleep."

Bai Mingwei stopped talking and slowly closed his eyes.

She felt a little uncomfortable when she lay down and sleeped, so she turned over and turned her back to Feng Qingchen.

There was silence everywhere, and the snow fell silent outside the window.

In this quiet moment, the senses become clearer.

The wounds on the fingertips and arms appear cold under the action of the medicine.

The slightly cool feeling was extremely soft. She didn't have to endure the pain she had been used to, and even fell asleep became relaxed and comfortable.

In the silence, the breathing of the two was clearly heard.

After a moment, Bai Ming spoke slightly, his voice with a little confusing sleepiness: "Feng Qingchen, you are really a very gentle person..."

Feng Qingchen was stunned, and then the corners of his lips rose high.

He reached out and patted the quilt lightly, murmured: "This is your exclusive. If you like it, I can give you all the soft side."

Bai Mingwei's voice brought more sleepiness and was already vague: "You are injured too. Do you have any medicine?"

Feng Qingchen was about to answer, but the breathing sound in his ears had become long and even.

He smiled with a smile on his lips and still responded to Bai Mingwei who was entering his dream: "I cherish myself very much. I have already applied medicine. I don't have to force you to go there like you."

Bai Mingwei, who was sleeping, did not respond.

Feng Qingchen didn't care either. He sat by the bed, listening to his breathing and breathing that was close at hand, and his heart was also wrapped in the rhythmic breathing sound.

It seems to be much more lingering and sweeter.

He was not in a hurry to leave. There were thousands of reasons for him to set off immediately, but just a little girl could easily tie his hands and feet.

It seemed to be stuck between him and the bed by the paste. The longer he sat by the bed, the tighter the paste became. He had to separate and would only pull the next layer of flesh.

"I really can't bear to leave... How deserted and boring would it be without you? I don't want to leave, so how can I not leave?"

Feng Qingchen's murmur, where can Bai Mingwei hear it?

Perhaps it was precisely because he couldn't hear that his tone of speech was not frivolous, nor was there any deliberate emphasis.

But that's how it seems to be extra powerful.

Bai Ming turned over slightly, and Feng Qingchen's hand that patted the quilt was forced to stop.

After a moment of stiffness in the air, Feng Qingchen reached out to stroke the face.

First there are long eyebrows, then the high nose bridge.

Finally, he held half of Bai Mingwei's cheek and gently rubbed his thumb.

After a moment, he chuckled softly.

Once upon a time, he had suffered from the feeling of cold and despair. Every time he thought of it, he felt scared, as if a sharp blade had been stuck in his chest and mouth. Just an inadvertent touch could make him blood flow.

But now, that feeling seems to fade and disappear.

He had been awakened from a nightmare for a long time, and he would not feel a chill or a shock when he suddenly remembered something.

He knew who was the credit and who was healing his scar that seemed to never heal.

Feng Qingchen carefully stroked Bai Mingwei's face, and no one could tell his reluctance at a glance.

He spoke with a low voice: "I really want to take you away, but if you do that, you will definitely hate me, right? Because you have so much responsibility on you, you can't leave, and you won't leave."

Many times, he would rather be stupid or selfish than be so good at martial arts, nor should he care about those irrelevant people, so that he can live a more relaxed and comfortable life.

But if this is the case, maybe he wouldn't have formed a relationship with the little girl.

Feng Qingchen smiled helplessly: "I'm not afraid of my ill-being when I sleep so hard."

It is more like joy than helplessness.

If the little girl was wary of him, how could she sleep soundly in front of him?

There were vague crows of roosters outside the window, reminding him over and over again that he could not delay any more.

He reluctantly let go of Bai Mingwei's cheeks, supported his hand beside Bai Mingwei, and leaned over and covered him.

The thin and warm lips got closer and closer, but when they were about to touch Bai Mingwei's forehead, they were just a slight distance away.

Just because the person on the bed raised his hand and pressed it against his chest.

In the midst of lightning, Feng Qingchen's thoughts changed rapidly and had already thought of countless excuses.

But the hand kept pressing, but it didn't happen like anger as I imagined.

He listened intently, and the little girl's breathing was still even and long, still asleep.

It turned out that he just raised his hand, and the discovery made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He lowered his body and printed his lips on Bai Ming's light and full forehead.

He did not go too far, he just tried it lightly like a dragonfly, and was so careful, just like treating fragile treasures.

After a long time, he reluctantly let go and said solemnly: "Little girl, wait for me to come back. Before that, don't forget to be kind to yourself."

After saying that, he no longer hesitated and stood up and walked out of the door gently.
Chapter completed!