How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

  Chapter 582 Holding palmistry to see tearful eyes, was speechless and choked (59)

   He almost yearned for Wen Xien's arrival, but unfortunately he couldn't get the slightest news of that person.

  Food has also become difficult to swallow, but the quality of sleep has been strangely good.

   "Anan." A cold voice stuck to his ear.

  The eyelids weigh more than 1,000 pounds, and Zhou Nan only has the strength to flick his little finger.

   Is that her? Is she here? Or is it just a hallucination?

   The cold, numb hand was suddenly caught, and a hand even colder than him squeezed his.

   A faint cold fragrance hit the tip of his nose, the familiar one drove Zhou Nan crazy. He opened his eyes, and only saw a dazed figure.

   "Anan, don't sleep." Wen Xien's voice.

   Zhou Nan held Wen Xien's hand instead, opened his mouth, but made no sound.

He was fed a few mouthfuls of the medicinal juice, and the numbness and bitterness slid all the way into his stomach along the tip of his tongue. The disgusting bitter taste finally made him a little awake. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, Zhou Nan could already see clearly. Wen Xien's face.

   Her face was very pale, and even the gorgeous lips that had always been red had faded a lot.

   "Anan." Wen Xien called him again, and his delicate and beautiful face came closer.

  Zhou Nan finally condensed some strength and replied, "Xian..."

   "Do you still feel uncomfortable?" Wen Xien said.

   Zhou Nan only then realized that he didn't know when he caught a cold, no wonder he had been in a daze, he struggled to speak, "No, no more..."

  Wen Xien stretched out a slender white jade-like hand to arrange his hair for him, his eyebrows and eyes were light and gentle, "Why can't you even take care of yourself."

   "I, I, I don't know either..." Zhou Nan's voice was still vain, but he still subconsciously replied Wen Xien's words subconsciously, and even hoped that Wen Xien could say more words in order to relieve the anxiety in his heart.

   "Too careless." Wen Xien put down the medicine bowl in his hand and helped Zhou Nan to lie down.

   Zhou Nan wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the rich aroma on the tip of his nose made his mind confused to the point where he couldn't tell the words, but Wen Xien kept beside him, stuck to his ear, and said a lot of words.

   Zhou Nan listened to the voice, but couldn't tell the meaning of the words.

   But he still listened hard to Wen Xien's voice until the darkness enveloped him...

   In a daze, he felt the sound of the clothes rubbing, and subconsciously reached out to grab the person who was about to leave, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.

   Looking up at the person standing beside the bed from the bottom up, his deep voice was almost hoarse.

  He, who was not very clear-headed, began to talk nonsense: "Don't go..."

   "Don't go...stay with me."

   "Don't leave me alone..."

It seemed that he was helpless to his coquettish Wen Xien, another cold hand covered his hand, Zhou Nan was ecstatic, thinking that Wen Xien would stay, but the next second that person gave his hand to him without hesitation. Ripped apart.

Zhou Nan, who was empty-handed, still didn't react. When he came back to his senses, he was the only one left in the basement. The faint cold fragrance also dissipated with time. The smell that used to let him escape has now become Craving for taste.

  The empty basement is really lonely, and in this kind of loneliness that almost drives people crazy, the only salvation is Wen Xien who visits from time to time.

  When he was alone in the basement, Zhou Nan's whole mind was devoted to waiting for Wen Xien's appearance.

   This is wrong, because the person who locked him here is Wen Xien, how could he still think about her, her smell, her breath, her touch, like her voice.

The thought of    made his blood boil, and only then did he feel that he was alive.

   Every time Zhou Nan thought about this, the emotions built up by loneliness shattered all this weak resistance.

   And with the passage of time, Zhou Nan's desire to see Wen Xien was so great that even he himself felt incredible.

  He wants to see Wen Xien. In other words, he could only see Wen Xien.

   Even if it's just one side, it's better than he alone in the basement guarding this infinite loneliness.

  Wen Xien will bring a bouquet of freshly picked flowers every time she comes. She said to Zhou Nan, "If you like it, I will let you see it every day."

  Zhou Nan looked at the flower, watching it turn from delicate and dazzling to the desolate and withered back.

   Zhou Nan said, "But if you take it off, it will wither very quickly."

   Later, Wen Xien would often come to send flowers, and take away the flowers that were about to wither, so that Zhou Nan only saw beautiful flowers.

   It may be because Wen Xien often comes, and his spirit is better. He will let Wen Xien hold his hand and read books with him.

   He didn't read a single word in the book, all his eyes were drawn to the person in front of him, and there was no way to move it away.

  Wen Xien also seemed to enjoy the sight of his attention. When he was in a good mood, he would rub his head or pinch his face. The intimate actions made Zhou Nan blush rarely.

But this happy time is always short. Although Wen Xien will come often, he will never stay for more than an hour, which makes Zhou Nan extremely irritable. Even if he stops regardless, Wen Xien will stay for one more second. .

   will only look at him with those gradually indifferent eyes, which has made Zhou Nan afraid, he is afraid that Wen Xien will not come in the future, and then leave him here alone.

   So he could only try very hard to restrain his impulses, but the gradually tightened muscles on his face still exposed his emotions.

  How can I keep Wen Xien by his side?

   Don't you say you like him? Then why leave him here alone!

   asked crazy in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it in front of Wen Xien's pale and sick face, he was too scared, too afraid that Wen Xien would ignore him, too afraid that Wen Xien would not come to see him.

   can only restrain his unwillingness and violence, and pretend to be a lovable pug to please his owner.

  But after Wen Xien disappeared, Zhou Nan released his tightly clenched palm and spread it out, blood stained.

   There is still a faint cold fragrance in the air, which will soon disappear with the owner's departure.

   Zhou Nan finally couldn't maintain the calm on the surface.

   The flickering face looks a little weird, the spleen is dark, the eyes are dark, and the thin lips are pressed together, as if trying to suppress something.

   He finally picked up the book, the one that Wen Xien held in his arms and even touched.

   The tall nose is brought up, and there is still a faint aroma.

   As if he had finally found a way to vent, Zhou Nan was trembling all over.

  's excited face was like a **** statue that was finally smashed, and a turbulent wave of love erupted.

   (end of this chapter)