I hide my concubine in a golden house

Chapter 109

Seeing Shen Xiao's disfigured appearance, Su Tian gave Shen Xiao a few more instructions before setting off to return home.

Seeing that everyone was going out, Shen Xiao seemed to lose his strength and leaned his body back.

His body fell heavily on the bed, Shen Xiao's brows were tightly closed, his thin and naked fingers grabbed his chest tightly, causing the front of his clothes to slip down a little.

Following his movements, a piece of skin on his chest was exposed, and two neat tooth marks faintly appeared in the middle.

Shen Xiao panted heavily in a daze of consciousness, the tearing pain in his chest made him wish he could die immediately.

Suddenly he turned his hand and touched the jade hairpin scattered from the temples to the corner of the bed, Shen Xiao didn't even look at it, held the jade hairpin in his hand, and stabbed it in the center of the tooth marks, as if he couldn't feel the pain, he pressed the jade hairpin into the flesh inch by inch.

His illness, what he endured, and what he experienced will never, never let Su Tian see it. What he showed Su Tian just now is just a drop in the bucket.

……

"master!"

When Shen Yifang came back with the prescription list, he saw this scene and rushed in in time to stop Shen Xiao's behavior. The prescription fell to the ground, and he didn't even notice that he was stepped on.

The pool of fresh blood had already blurred the depression of the tooth mark, and also stained his eyes red.

No matter how calm and calm, Shen Fang restrained his emotions, but there was still a regretful emotion in his eyes: "What is the master doing now? Self-determination?"

"It hurts." Shen Xiao didn't open his eyes, his consciousness seemed to be chaotic, and his voice was like a child acting like a baby, with a bit of grievance, it was so low that he could hardly hear: "I'm in so much pain."

Shen Yi knelt on the couch with one knee, put one hand around the back of his neck, helped him up, took out the porcelain bottle in his arms, bit off the cork with his mouth, and poured the liquid inside into Shen Xiao's mouth.

"Hmm." Shen Xiao dodged weakly twice, his eyelids became heavier, and slowly, slowly, he lost consciousness in Shen Yi's arms.

Shen Yi put Shen Xiao back on the couch, gently opened the front of his chest, stroked the bright red blood-stained finger marks with his slender fingers, his eyes were unclear.

After a while, he got up, took the wound medicine, and carefully sprinkled it on the wound that had been cleaned.

The wound was small, and there were some signs of healing when the powder was sprinkled on it.

After treating the wound, he stared blankly at the person on the couch, a little obsessively, that gaze had already surpassed what should be between a master and a servant.

Shen Xiao had a dream, the young man who had crossed the street with him in fresh clothes and angry horses, and was separated from him in this life and never seen again, was finally willing to enter his dream.

The young man smiled and called, a very light and shallow kiss was imprinted on the center of his brow, light and light, like a feather swept by.

"Bastard." Shen Xiao's emotions were ignited at once, he struggled hard, a teardrop fell down the eye socket into the soft pillow, and he couldn't even sleep peacefully.

Shen Yiyi kissed the center of Shen Xiao's eyebrows, just now he straightened up, and saw him struggling in a disorderly manner.

Looking carefully, Shen Xiao's eyes were still closed, obviously not awake, but his body was struggling fiercely, as if he had suffered great, unbearable pain.

Shen Yi carefully suppressed his movements, and patted his shoulder lightly to comfort him.

Shen Xiao finally calmed down gradually, and returned to calm again.

Shen paused for a moment, stretched out his hand to gently stroke his frowning eyebrows, paused slightly, and landed his fingers on those pale and colorless lips.

The person in front of him is weak and embarrassed, lingering on his last breath, how can he still look like a young man in high spirits?
Shen Xiao unconsciously held the slightly cold fingertips, but Shen Yi seemed to be frightened, hurriedly withdrew his hand, stepped back far away, and carefully guarded the place that Shen Yi could not see.

(End of this chapter)