After wearing the book, I used the male lead as a drug guide

Chapter 258 Hugging a person is delusional for him
Song Yihuan leaned on Chu Shuolan's body, closed her eyes and meditated.

She was so tired that she wished she could lie down and sleep for a day and a night now.

Chu Shuolan could see the tiredness on her brows, and he continued to wipe her damp hair.

He slowly leaned down, and softly whispered in Song Yihuan's ear, "Wait until your hair is dry before going to bed, or you will have a headache later on."

Song Yihuan moved around his waist, but she didn't intend to get up, and murmured: "Sleepy—"

This is childish, and a little unconsciously coquettish.

With a faint smile on the corner of Chu Shuolan's lips, he quickened his movements.

Time passed unknowingly, and Song Yihuan, who was only planning to close her eyes to rest, became more and more sleepy.

Until the support behind her was gone, she was supported by something, and then her waist was shackled by someone.

Then there was another muffled grunt.

Song Yihuan recognized that it was Chu Shuolan's voice, mixed with a bit of pain.

She flung her eyes open.

What caught my eyes was Chu Shuolan's gesture of wanting to hug her, as well as the helplessness on his brows, and the distressed expression on his face.

Song Yihuan quickly understood what was going on.

She broke away from the embrace of the other party, stood up quickly, and looked up and down Chu Shuolan worriedly.

"Are you okay? Why didn't you wake me up?"

Chu Shuolan also stood up straight, and when Song Yihuan opened his eyes, there was a little self-mockery on his face.

He wanted to pick up his emaciated new wife, which was delusional to him, and he almost threw her to the ground.

However, after seeing the worried expressions on Song Yihuan's face, the self-mockery and displeasure in his heart eased a little, but they still couldn't completely dissipate.

Chu Shuolan suppressed the helplessness and emotions all over his body, and said nonchalantly, "Looking at you sleeping soundly, I didn't want to make up my own mind and woke you up."

His voice was gentle and full of nostalgia, as if he was complaining intimately to his beloved.

Song Yihuan knew that Chu Shuolan had always wanted to be close to her, so she didn't think about it, she stroked her hair casually, and it was all done.

Looking at the sky outside, it was completely dark.

Song Yi smiled happily and said to the young man in front of him: "It's getting late, should you go to bed earlier?"

"it is good--"

Chu Shuolan naturally would not refute.

He turned and walked towards the bed, and the moment his face turned around, his tenderness disappeared and his expression remained expressionless.

That night, he finally understood.

It turned out that wanting to hug someone turned out to be such a delusion for him.

When he came to the bed, Chu Shuolan glanced at the potted plants in front of the window.

There is a bowl of Songzi decoction, which Qi Su prepared for him.

It is so difficult for him to even hug a person, let alone hugging a person that consumes so much energy, it is even more distant for him.

Chu Shuolan clenched her fists tightly, with a bit of forbearance in her expression.

He never thought that he wanted to get better at this moment, to be able to jump and jump like a normal person, and to be able to do things that normal men can do.

Thinking of taking the decoction that Qi Su had taken with Song Yihuan's blood recently, Chu Shuolan's expression eased a little.

Qi Su didn't waste the few drops of blood left by Song Yihuan when he came last time, he has been working hard to study.

Until two days ago, the other party brought a bowl of soup made with Song Yihuan's blood as medicine and added various herbs to him.

He said that human blood is derived into medicine, supplemented with herbal medicine, even if the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, and one foot enters the gate of hell, one's life can still be hanged.

In other words, Song Yihuan's blood could indeed detoxify his body.

(End of this chapter)