The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 201:

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He leaned against the bed, feeling her alarm, and his face gradually became a little embarrassed. He stretched out his hand to tuck the quilt for her, limped back to his bed, and tried his best to smile naturally: "Having nightmares, thinking you..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zhiwei understood everything.

During those torturous days of life and death, he had always guarded him like this, right? During those long and frightening nights, he had always been so frightened, right? She lost her breath due to constant nightmares, and kept waking up to look at her life and death, so much so that she formed a habit of waking up with nightmares even after she was out of danger.

How many times do you need to wake up at night, and how heavy and deep is your worry, to form such a habit that is almost compulsive?

Feng Zhiwei didn't say anything, just stared at the roof for a long time, then blinked.

Crying.

"Come, take medicine."

"Oh...Hey Ning Yi, look!"

"No need to look, Ning Cheng will not show up, Yan Huaishi has not come, the assassin does not exist at all, the child in Hua Qiong's belly is fine... I said Feng Zhiwei, you are tired of this trick, don't think about it anymore Divert my attention - take medicine."

"Oh."

Someone who wants to cheat is discovered, obediently go to receive the medicine bowl.

"I'll feed you." Ning Yi gave in, "Otherwise you don't know what tricks to play."

"It's not convenient for you, what can I feed you?" Feng Zhiwei dodges, "I'm afraid you'll feed it into my nose."

"I can see you." Ning Yi answered simply, but seemed to have deep meaning.

Feng Zhiwei stopped talking, her eyebrows drooped. She was not a willful child. She knew that good medicine tasted bitter, but this medicine was too terrible. Even child urine was probably better than this. She drank a lot. Oh my god, not only am I not used to drinking, but the more I drink, the more afraid I become.

It has been a while since she woke up. In addition to this horrible medicine, Feng Zhiwei has enjoyed the best treatment since childhood - surrounded by relatives and friends, and personally taken care of by His Highness. During this period of time when Feng Zhiwei had no strength to refuse, Ning Yi showed great patience and meticulousness. After a few days, by the time Feng Zhiwei had the strength to refuse, some things had become a habit, and further refusal would become pretentious.

Being together day and night has always been the best way to eliminate the hostility and resistance deep in the consciousness. Going through the realm of life and death is also the easiest way to make people who are surviving the disaster relax their guard and become soft-hearted. They have similar minds and a tacit understanding. After the two people got together, they gradually became less alienated, more friendly, less wary, and more gentle.

The sound of cups and silver spoons rang out. Ning Yi, who was sitting in front of her bed, looked calm. The medicine in the silver spoon not only tasted horrible but also had an aggressive smell. He didn't seem to notice it, and even put it to his lips. After sniffing it, he accurately handed it to her mouth.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the gleaming heat in his eyes, which were originally bright but now dimmed, and felt a lump in his heart. He swallowed the medicine without realizing it.

It was quiet all around, and there were tiny rat-like noises on the roof - that was Master Gu eating walnuts, which sounded very peaceful.

After finishing the bowl of medicine unyieldingly, Feng Zhiwei exhaled a long breath. Before she could speak, a snow-white handkerchief gently pressed against the corners of her lips, "Don't move."

Wiping away the remaining concoction on her lips, Feng Zhiwei opened her mouth again, and this time something sweet was put into her mouth.

"Nine-pickled honey plums from Longxi." Ning Yi seemed to be eating it himself, "I think it's good."

"They are all treated like children." Feng Zhi smiled, "When you are really a child and you get sick, you don't get this treatment."

"Then I'll supply you now." Ning Yi smiled and stroked her hair, "Twice as much."

Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled again, she turned her eyes away, looked at the autumn scenery outside the window, and said, "The weather is nice today."

"Go sit outside and get some fresh air."

Master Gu floated down, picked up the patient with one hand and the soft couch with the other, and sent the patient out without His Highness's trouble. His Highness, who originally wanted to hug the beauty with soft jade, followed a little angrily.

Master Gu awkwardly prepared a soft couch for Feng Zhiwei, put her on it, and covered her with three layers of blankets. Feng Zhiwei was buried in the thick blanket, with only a pair of eyes exposed. I struggled to say thank you to him.

Master Gu sat back on the roof with satisfaction and continued eating walnuts. Feng Zhiwei asked Ning Yi for help, "Hurry up... crush me to death."

Ning Yi smiled, took off two layers of blankets, rearranged the messy mattress for her, and said with a bit of pride: "Look, you still can't live without me."

What a narcissist. Feng Zhiwei refused to admit it, "It's just for the time being."

"It's okay for now." Ning Yi sat next to her, "I just hate you for being too strong."

Feng Zhiwei stopped talking. The two of them sat quietly. The autumn colors were already deep. In the garden, there were dark and light red maples, mixed with various colors of chrysanthemums, light purple and bright yellow. It was gorgeous but desolate. The sky was high and far away, and occasionally there were birds flying south. The northern wild goose, the light black wings draw a white arc, sweeping away a cloud.

Two people sit and lie down together, sharing each other's silence in the quiet autumn scenery, listening to the petals scattering from the branches, listening to the wings of birds passing over the dewy grass tips, and listening to the broken lotus leaves dripping down. It doesn't matter whether you can see or not see the crystal water droplets. The scene is in your heart and the person is in your heart.

The silence lasted for a long time, until there was a faint sound in the distance, as if footsteps were hurriedly approaching the yard. Feng Zhiwei raised her head and smiled slowly.

"Take care," she said.

Ning Yi slowly leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her ear. Feng Zhi gave way slightly, but couldn't move any further. She felt his lips finally touching her ear, moist and soft, As softly as his tone, "Wait for me."

Feng Zhiwei remained silent. He bit her earlobe gently, not lightly but not hard. It stung a little and itched, but it didn't seem that the pain was in the earlobe.

His gorgeous and cool breath, like autumn clouds, hangs down from afar, and his eyes are like a swaying boat, carrying someone's heart to the other side of separation.

When she didn't speak, he didn't let her go. There was a low breath in her ear, light and shallow, as if he was afraid of startling her vulnerability at the moment, but there was a bit of unyielding strength in the bite, so Feng Zhiweiwei had no choice but to She laughed helplessly, pushed him away, covered her ears with her hands, and said for a long time: "I will always wait for you to return to Beijing together."