Don't Pinch The Tip Of My Tail

After Ye Zhibai said this, he felt regret in his heart.

This was not like his usual style, and most of the words were spoken by himself without even thinking about them.

It's like he's anxious, like he's trying to confirm something, or more like he's trying to win Jian Chen's attention out of spite.

... what a mess.

He mentally retracted his divergent thoughts. Although he was dissatisfied with his behavior just now, Ye Zhibai still looked at the other party with a straight face.

It looks like a large dog that is obviously impatient, but insists on staying aside obediently, waiting for the final judgment.

Jian Chen was amused by his own thoughts, but he was concerned about the other person's face, so he deliberately asked slowly: "What do you think I like?"

Ye Zhibai raised his eyes and said without hesitation: "I think you like smart people."

Jian Chen now confirmed the other person's memory status at this moment. He held his face in his hands and looked at the other person, pretending to be confused and asked: "Why?"

Ye Zhibai wanted to answer, but looking at the other party's cunning expression, he quickly realized that the other party was playing a trick on him.

His heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Young Valley Master, did you do this on purpose?"

"No," Jian Chen was not afraid if he saw it, and said in a drawl, "I was just asking."

Ye Zhibai was helpless by his cheating answer, so he just smiled and said nothing more.

Maybe it was the indescribable tacit understanding between the two, or maybe they didn't want to ruin the current atmosphere. Ye Zhibai didn't take the opportunity to ask about the puppet, and Jian Chen didn't ask about the change in the other person's sudden awakening.

Just tacitly maintaining peace, in the quiet environment, Jian Chen could not hold back a yawn and broke the silence.

"Sleepy?"

Ye Zhibai was sitting at the table changing the dressing on his hand at this time. He had cut hard and the incision was very deep. The hideous wound was lying on the palm of his hand, making Jian Chen not even dare to look at him.

Rubbing his eyes and shaking her head, Jian Chen answered all questions: "I'm not sleepy, just a little tired."

Maybe it was because he was too busy in the afternoon, but now that Ye Zhibai was sitting upright in front of him, the fatigue that had accumulated for a long time suddenly emerged.

"Just sit down for a while," Jian Chen lay on the table with his head hanging down. "Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep at night, and you have to eat later. I also stewed chicken soup."

Pouring the medicine that the young man had prepared before into his hand, Ye Zhibai lowered his head and sniffed it. One second he wanted to persuade the other party not to use such good medicine on such small injuries in the future, but the next second he raised his head after hearing the words. He glanced.

The young man in front of him was obviously very sleepy, but he still refused to sleep. When Ye Zhibai looked over, he happened to see the tears gathering at the end of Jian Chen's eyes.

If he can't drop it, it's extremely pitiful.

He speeded up and rewrapped the gauze on himself. Because he was in a hurry, his movements were not gentle, but Ye Zhibai seemed not to feel any pain at all, and his expression did not change at all.