Rebirth and madness, I am no longer the mistress of this high-class family!

Chapter 58 He dreamed of his past life
  Xiang Fengliu had been busy for a long time, and his face looked a little tired.

Hearing this, he chuckled softly, his eyes fixed on her beautiful face with messy black hair but no less elegance.

"You may not be able to give me what I want right now, so why not just owe it to me first."

His eyes went back and forth between Shen Yuan and Pei Zhaoxue, not sure what was going on with them now.

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  The young man glanced at the circle of cinnabar around the red mole on Shen Yuan's forehead and had an idea in his mind.

Since Shou Gongsha is still there, her body has not been broken yet. In other words, neither of them have had their wedding yet.

How can a man and a woman who are deeply in love delay doing what Wushan Yunyu did?
  As long as this cinnabar is still there, he will have another chance.

Shen Yuan didn't know what Xiang Fengliu was thinking. Seeing that he really couldn't make any demands, she had to agree to him for the time being.

After he left, she glanced at the man who was still unconscious on the couch and called Zhiluo in.

"If anything happens to Pei Zhaoxue, he will go to Dr. Xiang as soon as possible and come to me as soon as possible."

Zhiluo stayed in the medical cottage during the day, doing almost nothing and not feeling very tired.

Hearing this, he nodded and said, "Young madam, please go and rest in peace. I can leave this to my slave."

After saying that, Zhi Luo asked again cautiously.

"But do you really not want to stay and watch my uncle's condition in person? If he can see you as soon as he wakes up, he will definitely be very happy."

Shen Yuan's head hurt, and she felt helpless: "What's the use of him being happy? I'm so trapped and uncomfortable now. If I keep looking at him, I'll be very tired. I don't want to be like this."

Given his situation, the earliest he could wake up would probably be midnight.

Now that it was winter again, her iron-clad body would become uncomfortably tight. She would torture herself for his happiness, and she was willing to do this because she was in love in her previous life.

She won't do it in this life, it's just because she's mentally ill.

Zhi Luo felt that this was also the case, but felt that something was not quite right.

She was thinking that Shen Yuan had already stood up and left, pushing the door open and leaving the house.

The temperature outside was very low, and the cold night breeze jolted her. It dissipated a lot of her fatigue and made her a little more awake.

The house she lived in was nearby. She wanted to go straight back, but she was stopped by a figure standing on the corridor halfway.

The owner of the figure was thin, but tall. He stood there like a mountain, which startled her.

She took a closer look and saw that the young man in front of her had scattered black hair, mostly covering the corroded scars on his left face, leaving only the right side of Junyi's face exposed.

"Cui Shao? It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Cui Shao didn't look like he had just come out. The exposed hands on the cane were already red from the low temperature.

He seemed not to have expected that Shen Yuan would come out of the medical hall again. After being stunned for a moment, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Ms. Shen, I, I couldn't sleep well. I felt a little stuffy in the room, so I came out to enjoy some fresh air and think about something."

"You'd better go in. You haven't recovered yet and the night wind blows again, so you won't be afraid of catching a cold."

Shen Yuan frowned, supported Cui Shao, and led him into the house.

After the two of them carefully crossed the threshold, she retracted her hand, and her slender jade-white wrist slipped from a cuff following her raising of her hand, and touched her forehead.

It looks like I have a severe headache.

Cui Shao noticed this keenly and stopped Shen Yuan when she was about to turn around and leave, and took a sachet from the house to her.

"There are soothing herbs in here. I used to rely on them to fall asleep when I couldn't sleep. It also has some effect on relieving headaches. If Mrs. Shen doesn't mind, please take it away and use it."

It's just a sachet, and it's Cui Shao's kindness. Shen Yuan accepted it, thanked him, and told him that she also liked the birthday gift he sent that day.

"But you are tight on money now, so you should try not to spend money on doing this again in the future. Just do it when you feel like it."

That pair of green jade earrings was once again too luxurious for Cui Shao today.

Cui Shao didn't expect Shen Yuan to recognize that it was a gift from him, and he answered with a hesitant voice behind his burning ears.

After she walked away, he rubbed the spot where Shen Yuan's fingertips had brushed against his fingertips when she took the sachet, his eyes full of obsession and emotion.

Pei Zhaoxue's high fever recurred several times during the night.

In his daze, he dreamed of many scenes that were infinitely close to reality.

The scene is all related to Shen Yuan.

Among them, the scene that impressed him the most was the scene where Shen Yuan was covered in blood, leaning on the couch with his eyes blank and motionless.

With slightly trembling hands, he felt her breath, but felt nothing. When his fingertips touched her skin, he only felt an overwhelming coldness.

"Yuan'er?"

"Uncle, young lady, young lady has already gone, why don't you come back earlier?"

Zhi Luo's hoarse and crying questioning voice was like needles piercing Pei Zhaoxue's heart, making him unable to breathe in pain.

"Yuan'er. Yuan'er!!" The man suddenly woke up from his dream, with cold sweat on his forehead.

When he sat up, he accidentally pulled the wound on his chest, and instantly he saw blood soaking the white straps, but he seemed completely unaware and subconsciously raised his hand to look at his fingers.

The fingers were clean, without any blood on them, as if it was just an all too real dream.

"Uncle, uncle, are you suffering from a nightmare? Don't move around. I will go find Dr. Xiang to rebandage you."

Zhi Luo said and was about to leave, but Pei Zhaoxue stopped her at this moment, staring at her face that was much younger than in the dream, and asked her in a dumb voice: "Where is Yuan'er? I want to see her."

The dream was so real that the panic still rippled through his chest, making his heart ache and his hands and feet feel cold.

The sky outside has turned white, and it's late Mao hour.

Seeing Pei Zhaoxue's insistent tone, Zhiluo had no choice but to go and invite Shen Yuan first.

After Shen Yuan got up and tidied up, she went to look for Xiang Fengliu.

"What's wrong, why are you looking for me? How do you feel about your injury?" Shen Yuan had the sachet given by Cui Shao and slept peacefully last night.

Before she could take a closer look at Pei Zhaoxue when she arrived at the bed, her arm was pulled hard by him and brought into his arms. His light body fragrance also wrapped her around her.

"Pei Zhaoxue, what are you doing?" When Shen Yuan reacted, she was already in his arms, her thin waist tightly held by his strong arms.

She wanted to struggle, but she smelled a strong smell of blood at the tip of her nose. When she lowered her eyes, she found that his wound was open, so she had no choice but to stop moving and look up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

When she saw it, she was stunned.

The ends of the young man's eyes were red, water mist was rising from his eye sockets, and his lips were pale and trembling.

"Are you okay? Are you injured?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to cover Shen Yuan's chest to feel her heartbeat, panicking like a little beast about to be abandoned.

　Shen Yuan:? Wasn't this person taken away?

　　Off-topic: I haven’t received any website shortcomings. I should have failed the final round of PK. If nothing else, it will be finished this month. I still have to write about the emotional flow. The plot flow makes me feel uncomfortable all over.

　　
  　
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