Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 90

"You..." Lu Feng felt uncomfortable being stared at by An Wan's disgusted eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that he didn't seem to have anything to say.

"What are you, I'm hungry, hurry up and buy me something to eat." An Wan said dissatisfied.

"it is good……"

When Lu Feng got up together, he realized that at some point, he and An Wan's hands were clasped tightly.

"You..." Before Lu Feng finished speaking, An Wan had already let go of his hand.

Lu Feng: "..."

Looking at the empty palm, Lu Feng pursed his thin lips slightly, and his eyes dimmed involuntarily.

He looked at An Wan, turned and left without saying a word.

As soon as he reached the door of the ward, Lu Feng's leaving figure stopped again.

He turned to look at An Wan and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

An Wan was lying on the bed with a tired face, her pale face seemed to be paler than when she just fell asleep...

"Whatever." An Wan waved her hand and said indifferently.

What she lost was the power of her soul, and it was useless to eat these mortal things.

Lu Feng's gaze paused on her for a few seconds, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he turned and left without saying a word.

After Lu Feng left, An Wan closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep...

【…】

The system looked at An Wan's peaceful sleeping face with envy and hatred.

If other gods, ghosts and ghosts are damaged, which one is not half dead?

Without top-notch treasures of heaven and earth, it is impossible to recover easily.

It's good for An Wan, as long as she closes her eyes and sleeps, her spirit will start to repair itself.

Come to think of it, in the six realms of the Shangqing Realm, except for An Wan, no one would sacrifice their souls to save others.
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When Lu Feng came back, An Wan was soundly asleep.

Seeing her pale face, and seeing the sweat beads on her forehead at some point, Lu Feng's gaze paused invisibly.

Gently put down the insulation box in his hand, picked up the tissue on the bedside table, and carefully wiped the fine beads of sweat on An Wan's forehead.

In the middle of wiping, a cold white hand suddenly struck, preventing Lu Feng from wiping.

"itch……"

An Wan closed her eyes and muttered unconsciously with her pale lips.

Looking at An Wan's little white hand tightly grasping his wrist, and then at the half-sweat bead on her forehead that hadn't been wiped off, Lu Feng sighed invisibly.

He switched hands, and wiped the sweat off An Wan's forehead with gentler movements than before.

Afterwards, he pulled the chair beside Ann Wan's bed, sat down, carefully removed Ann Wan's hand from his wrist, and put it back under the warm quilt.

After re-tucking An Wan's quilt, Lu Feng took a cotton swab and moistened it, carefully moistening An Wan's dry lips...

"do not move!"

An Wan's weak voice sounded, her pale and wet lips pouting slightly, as if she was dissatisfied with accusing Lu Feng of disturbing people's dreams.

Seeing the hand being grabbed again, a faint trace of helplessness appeared in Lu Feng's deep black eyes.

Seeing that An Wan's lips were almost moist and not so dry anymore, Lu Feng didn't change hands to continue.

However, this time, it seemed to be a difficult problem for him to pull An Wan's hand away...

Perhaps it was because the previous warning was useless to him, this time An Wan grabbed his hand and refused to let go.

No matter how Lu Feng breaks, pulls, or pulls, her five fingers are tightly grasping his wrist, and she does not move at all!
Lu Feng: "..."

(End of this chapter)