He Has a Sickness that Needs to be Cured

Evan left the Earls Court and promised to come back in about two months, and then check their learning results during this time. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.ltnovel.com

Xi Ning always felt that Evan's words were specifically addressed to him, and the following days were especially tense and hard to practice. Except for the compulsory courses with the instructor, the rest of the time was spent in the library.

His tail and ears could not be taken back temporarily. It happened that the weather had turned cold recently, and Xi Ning wore a hooded cloak to cover it tightly.

He doesn't hate his orc blood, but there is no second person like him in the earl's mansion, and he doesn't want to appear incompatible with other people.

Xi Ning turned the pages of the book in his hand. There was no one else in the library at the moment. He took off his cloak and put it aside, the pure white cattail swayed through the gap in the back of the chair.

He coughed a few times, and Lien handed over a cup of freshly brewed black tea at the right time. The slightly hot temperature was just right: "Master, you must have caught a cold. Shall I go to the pharmacy to get some medicine for you?"

Xi Ning often coughs these days, but it is not serious and has no other symptoms. He took a sip of hot tea to moisturize his throat: "No."

He has been healthy since he was a child, and he rarely gets sick. A small cold like this will heal on its own within a few days.

Xi Ning quickly finished reading the books in his hand, and took out a list to Lien, asking him to help him find the books according to the title written on it, and Lien answered.

Lien took the list and went to the other side, Xi Ning leaned back in the chair to rest, holding a tea cup in a daze.

He doesn't like such boring study, and the hard work has not seen much effect. When Evan comes back, he may be able to confess to Evan that he is really not the material for learning magic...

There was footsteps in the corridor beside him, Xi Ning turned his head subconsciously and saw Song Zhou.

Of course Song Zhou also noticed Xi Ning. Holding some cleaning tools in his hand, he stopped and saluted Xi Ning: "Master."

His eyebrows drooped, and he glanced at Xi Ning's ear without a trace when he straightened up.

Xi Ning remembered this attendant who had only one side, and had a good impression of him. He was trying to respond, but suddenly felt uncomfortable in his throat, covering his lips and coughing.

He put down the tea cup and frowned. There was something in his throat. It was not particularly uncomfortable but he couldn't ignore it. Song Zhou put down the objects in his hand when he saw it, and reached out to probe the temperature of the tea cup, and poured another cup for Xi Ning.

Xi Ning didn't answer, he coughed hard a few times, coughing out an obvious foreign body and vomiting it in his palm.

He looked carefully, and it turned out to be a small piece of white petals.

After the petals were coughed up, Xi Ning's throat immediately returned to normal. He stared at the petals in a daze and looked at the teacup on the table.

Could it be that Lien accidentally poured the petals in while making tea and was drunk by him again?

Song Zhou hadn't left yet, and said with concern: "Master, are you okay? How do you feel?"

"It's okay."

Xi Ning put the petals on the table at random, and wanted to ask him when Lien came back. He didn't want to drink the tea anymore.

Song Zhou looked at the cloak on the chair on the other side, and said gently, "The weather has been bad recently. Master must pay attention to keeping warm."

He approached and picked up the cloak, motioning to serve Xi Ning to put it on.

Xi Ning was a little awkward. He was actually not used to letting others see his tail and ears, especially when he was still so close. He was thinking that Song Zhou had already put a cloak on him.

The strange breath struck him, and he slightly raised his head to look at Song Zhou. The other party was tying the cloak belt intently. Xi Ning thought to himself that even Lien didn't help him wear the cloak or coat.

The white ears trembled slightly, and the pink ear tips and thin blood vessels could be clearly seen in the sunlight outside the window. Song Zhou tied the belt and retracted his hand: "Okay, master..."

His voice jammed halfway, and Xi Ning was also stunned, lowering his head stiffly.

A fluffy tail emerged from his cloak, entangled Song Zhou's lowered wrist, as if he didn't want him to leave.

Xi Ning's complexion flushed red, and he hurriedly pulled back his tail and hugged him tightly, stepped back a few steps to the chair behind him, and made a loud noise on the ground.

"I, I..." Xi Ning stammered speechless, his breathing became rapid, his eyes dodged and he dared not look at Song Zhou.

Song Zhou paused in place for a while, as if nothing had happened, picked up his belongings and retire to Xi Ning.

Xi Ning didn't listen carefully to what he said. After confirming that Song Zhou had gone away, Xi Ning slowed down and lowered the tail in his arms.

Xi Ning didn't understand why his tail had to entangle Song Zhou's hand. It was probably in the rebellious period and was not under his control at all...

And when the tail stumbled to Song Zhou, Xi Ning had a strange feeling. He didn't know what it was. He only felt that his heart was beating very fast, and even his face started to get hot.

Lien heard movement in the distance, and hurried over with the book in his arms, interrupting Xi Ning's thoughts: "Master? I just heard..."

Xi Ning closed his cloak: "Have you found all the books?"

"There are still three books..."

"That's it, go to register, I want to take it back."

Lien headed to the front with the book in his arms. Xi Ning thought of the white petals when he left, and looked down at the table, but there was nothing on the table.

The petals were too small and light, and they might have fallen to the ground. Xi Ning stopped looking for them, and took the cloak and left the library.

In the following days, Xi Ning's cold didn't seem to heal, and she coughed a few times from time to time. Although it was not a serious problem, it was always annoying.

So he asked Lien to get some medicine back. When Lien came back, he brought a box of throat lozenges by the way, and the small squares wrapped in sugar paper were neatly packed in the box.

Xi Ning tore open the sugar paper and ate one, the cold bitterness made him wrinkle.

The sugar cubes rolled around in his mouth. He couldn't bear the smell, bowed his head and vomited in the trash can, and took a few sips of water from the cup.

After such a tossing, his cough did not ease at all, but it was even more uncomfortable. Xi Ning coughed several times, covering his mouth.

The strange feeling in the throat reappeared, even worse than last time, Xi Ning bent down, unexpectedly spit out a whole small daisy from his mouth.

He looked at the flower in his hand and opened his eyes wide, which was obviously not right.

He was a little skeptical last time, Lien is very careful in his daily work and should not mix the petals into the tea, even if it is true, he did not notice anything unusual when he drank it.

Now he even spit out the whole flower directly. It was definitely not the one he had eaten by mistake before, but it was more like growing out of his body.

Seeing that Xi Ning looked wrong, Lien approached and asked, "Master, why are you staring at this flower?"

Xi Ning tightened the palm of his hand with the expression on his face unconcealed in panic, and forced himself to calm down. He lowered his voice and said: "Lien, I suspect that I am cursed.",,Website m..net,... :