Fu Ciyi, who was walking in front, finally stopped.
Yan Funing walked quickly to him and grabbed his sleeve: "The road swept by, and the snow fell on it again, making it very slippery."
The implication is that he took her away.
Fu Ciyi glanced at her two small hands, tightly grasping his sleeves.
After a struggle in his heart, he reached out and took one of her hands and continued walking.
He walked steadily, and Yan Funing walked much more steadily as he pulled her along.
Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she quickly grabbed it with her other hand.
Fu Ciyi glanced at her hand again and saw that her little hand was tightly holding two of his fingers, and his fingertips could still come out from the side of her palm.
It can be seen that her hand is too small.
Unexpectedly, her thumb was still scratching the palm of his hand...
An inexplicable impulse arose in his heart.
Coupled with the depression caused by the soup, no matter how violent the wind and snow blew on me, there was no solution.
The road from the dining room to the main courtyard is obviously not long, but it is very difficult to pass every moment.
What kind of soup did his mother give him?
I couldn't ask. If I asked tonight, my mother would urge me to consummate the marriage.
At least we'll get through tonight.
After a while, the couple entered the main courtyard.
One person goes back to the study and the other goes back to the bedroom.
Yan Funing read the medical book for an hour and was about to go to the study to get a new one. As soon as she stepped into the study, she was startled by the coldness in the room.
"Why is it so cold?"
Looking around, the windows of the study were all open, letting the wind and snow drift away.
Turning her eyes to look at someone sitting behind the desk, she saw that his face was flushed, and she hurried over.
She put her hand to his forehead, and was so surprised by the warmth on his forehead that she retracted her hand.
"You had a high fever, but you went to the ground and froze?"
Fu Ciyi got up and chased her away: "Go back to your room quickly."
Yan Funing frowned: "No, you're already like this, let me check your pulse."
She reached out to take his pulse, but he calmly dodged it.
Fu Ciyi pushed her back and pushed her towards the door easily.
Yan Funing ducked to the side and returned to the desk again: "Fu Ciyi, your body has developed a high fever due to cold. If this continues, it will be bad for your health."
Fu Ciyi pressed his forehead and said quietly: "I'm fine."
"Are you okay? It's as cold as an ice cellar in the study, and your body is as hot as a stove. If this continues, don't you want to live anymore?"
After saying that, she walked up to him with an angry look on her face, and her soft fingertips finally touched his pulse.
When her pulse picked up, Yan Funing frowned.
Soon, he withdrew his hand.
"You, you, something is wrong with you!" She swallowed in panic, "I'll go back to my room first."
"What's the reason?"
Fu Ciyi's voice was very light and would float away when blown by the wind.
It just floated to her ears, causing her to pause just as she was about to cross the threshold.
"The pulse on your body seems to have been filled with some aphrodisiac."
She has to escape.
She was not his antidote.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly left the study.
The corners of Fu Ciyi's lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc.
Yan Funing paused in the bedroom, thought for a few times, and then appeared at the door of the study again.
Fu Ciyi didn't expect her to come back again: "What should I say?"
Yan Funing lowered her head and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Do you want me to help you?"
"Huh?" Fu Ciyi's cold voice suddenly rose, "Yan Funing, who do you think I am?"
If he wanted her, why would he freeze himself in the study all night?
Hearing this, Yan Funing felt relieved and smiled: "I mean I helped you solve it."
"Ok?"
"I'm not going to use my body to help you." After all, it was her daughter's house who had never been touched. Yan Funing blushed with embarrassment and her voice became softer and softer, "Don't misunderstand me." Fu Ciyi restrained: "What method?"
He had just taken a cold shower in the clean room, but it had no effect at all.
Yan Funing took a deep breath and entered the study, looking up at him.
"I'll use silver needles to prick several important acupuncture points on your body."
The man in front of him had red eyes and a thin blush on his face, and he seemed to be full of elegance.
It is very different from the cold appearance of the past.
Fu Ciyi was confused: "Is this understandable?"
"The main reason why you are unwell right now is that there is no breakthrough for the hotness in your body. I will give you a few injections, which will probably relieve the pain."
"Then give it a try."
However, Yan Funing hesitated: "Well, the injection site is in the lower back, so you need to unbutton your clothes."
"can."
Fu Ciyi walked towards the bed behind the bookshelf, but Yan Funing did not move.
He turned to look at her: "What?"
Yan Funing bit her lip and explained in a low voice: "When I operate it on you, the thought will increase for a moment. Don't have evil thoughts towards me."
Fu Ciyi raised his forehead and smiled: "Yan Funing, if I really have evil thoughts, how could you still be reading in the bedroom just now?"
"That's right," she said, "Then you take off your clothes and lie down on the bed, and I'll get the silver needle."
"Yeah." The man agreed.
Yan Funing turned around and returned to the bedroom.
When he took out the silver needle bag, his hands moved obviously.
He is right, otherwise why would the study have such a big window?
Then I thought about it, why did his condition come about?
With this doubt, she returned to the study.
At this moment, Fu Ciyi was lying on the bed in the study room, with his back and waist exposed, his skin fair and his back muscles clear and defined.
Yan Funing put the silver needle bag on the bedside and closed the study windows one by one.
"Although it's hot, the injection will make you feel better as time passes. But I have a question, what's going on with you?"
Fu Ciyi said frankly: "It's probably the soup I drank at noon."
"But we also drank the soup." After saying this, Yan Funing realized, "Your bowl is wrong?"
"Ah."
"Mom wants you and me to..."
"Ah."
After understanding the whole story, Yan Funing sighed: "Fu Ciyi, I've suffered so much for you."
Fu Ciyi gave a short smile: "I told you before, I didn't mean it that way, it was my mother's intention."
"I believe you." Yan Funing sat on the edge of the bed and pressed the acupuncture points on his lower back. "I'm going to start inserting the acupuncture. It may be a little sore at first, but you should be able to bear it."
"I'm not Beimo, you can do whatever you want."
"it is good."
Yan Funing opened the silver needle bag, picked up a silver needle, roasted it in the candlelight for a moment, and then pierced his lower back.
Repeat this operation until eight silver needles are inserted into the lower back.
She pulled a corner of the two thin quilts on the bed to cover his shoulders.
After half an hour, she asked him: "How do you feel?"
"not too good."
Fu Ciyi clenched his fists to restrain himself, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Yan Funing was startled: "The thoughts have become stronger, haven't they?"
"Yes." Fu Ciyi gritted his teeth and said urgently, "Go back to the bedroom and close the door tightly."
Yan Funing had just taken the handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead when she heard this sentence.
Knowing that all the effects of the soup were released at this moment, she hurriedly stood up.
Without thinking, the man jumped up.
Immediately afterwards, she felt like the world was spinning, and the next moment, she was pressed on the bed by him.
The man's body became so heavy that she couldn't breathe.
At this moment, the ends of his eyes were already scarlet red, as if he wanted to devour her. (End of chapter)
