He Has a Sickness that Needs to be Cured

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But the flower did exist, the doctor begged the butler to give him a few more days, and he took the flower back to study it.

The butler agreed, and the doctor took some of Xi Ning’s blood before leaving.

Xi Ning sat on the edge of the bed with his legs folded, his furry ears drooping back and with a frightened expression on his face, “Am I going to die?”

He has never encountered such a strange thing, so he will inevitably think negatively.

“Young Master, what are you talking about? No.” The butler reassured in a low voice, “Master already knows, and he will come back as soon as possible. For now, you just need to have a good rest.”

Xi Ning responded, not long after he had lunch, Song Zhou brought a boiled medicinal soup and put it on the table.

The butler called Leon out, and there were only the two of them left in the room. Song Zhou handed the bowl containing the medicinal soup to Xi Ning, ”Young master, be careful, it’s hot.”

The porcelain bowl was small, and Song Zhou could hold most of it with one hand. Xi Ning was still in a distressed state, he reached out and accidentally touched Song Zhou’s skin.

He paused for two seconds, then suddenly withdrew his hand like he got an electric shock, his eyes were flustered and dazed, his tail flicked uneasily, and his cheeks slowly turned red.

That strange feeling came again, Xi Ning held his tail cautiously, and stepped back a little, “You leave first……”

Song Zhou held the bowl and said softly, “Young master, this medicine should be drunk while it’s hot. Let me feed you.”

Xi Ning was taken aback for a moment, and the heat that had subsided a little earlier surged back on his face, “You, you feed me?”

Song Zhou stood by the bed and bent down, scooped up a spoonful of medicine and blew on it to cool it down, then fed it to Xi Ning’s mouth.

Xi Ning felt that something was wrong, he could drink it by himself, but he was too nervous, seeing the spoon close at hand, he subconsciously opened his mouth to drink it.

He quickly finished drinking the medicine, Song Zhou left the room with an empty bowl, Xi Ning raised his hand and rubbed his stiff face.

Leon sent the butler away, and came to serve Xi Ning to take a nap. Xi Ning hesitated for a while, and while Song Zhou was away, he quietly said to Leon, “Transfer Song to the outer courtyard.”

“What’s the matter, young master?” Leon asked, “What mistake did he make?”

Xi Ning shook his head, “No, it’s just that…… I’m not used to it.”

His reaction when facing Song Zhou was really unusual, just as inexplicable as he coughed up flowers. Xi Ning couldn’t figure it out, so he could only choose to escape temporarily. The inexplicable illness had already made him very distressed.

When he woke up from his afternoon nap, Leon had already made arrangements for Xi Ning to go to the Library in the afternoon. When he put on his cloak and went out, Song Zhou stood guard not far from the corridor, watching closely as he leave.

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Xi Ning went to bed early at night, except for the guards patrolling at night, all the servants rested in their assigned room on the other side, including Leon.

Xi Ning didn’t sleep well, he had a dream, he seemed to have dreamed of Song Zhou.

The strange feeling of blushing, heartbeat, and shortness of breath also appeared in his dream. Xi Ning frowned and turned over, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a vague figure sitting beside the bed.

His drowsiness disappeared immediately, and before he had time to react, the figure raised his hand and cast a silence spell on him, and restrained him firmly.

“Young master, it’s me.”

Song Zhou bent down and approached Xi Ning, a familiar voice sounded in the darkness.

Xi Ning froze for a moment, then began to struggle, Song Zhou could use magic, how could he come to the Earl’s Mansion as an ordinary servant?

Song Zhou easily restrained Xi Ning, holding his wrist tightly so that he could not move. He could not even use magic power, and he could not undo his silence spell.

Xi Ning’s face was flustered and frightened, Song Zhou lowered his voice and said, “Don’t be afraid, young master, I won’t hurt you.”

He lightly rubbed the skin on the inside of Xi Ning’s wrist, and said in a sad tone, “I just want to ask, why did young master transfer me away? Do you hate me?”

Xi Ning’s silence spell has not yet been lifted, because of the Song Zhou movement, he is short of breath and his face is red, but he doesn’t look like he hates him at all.

Song Zhou looked at him carefully for a while before letting go, pinching the animal ears on the top of his head, “You get embarrassed so easily……”

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