Traveling through the beast world

Chapter 220 Happy Family (4)

He skillfully threaded the needle, folded the towel into a rectangle and sealed it on three sides, then stuffed the cotton in and sealed it in reverse, and one was done.The whole process was less than a minute, and Song Weiwei was speechless.

This guy is really ingenious.

Song Weiwei couldn't describe how she felt right now.

Bei Mingxuan said without raising his head, "You should rest quickly."

"I... I will do it myself, you go to sleep."

He opened the illusion pocket again and took a piece of cloth and scissors, apparently still planning to do it.

Song Weiwei said nothing with an embarrassing face, lifted a corner of the quilt and said, "Sit in too, it's too cold."

Bei Mingxuan was not polite, kicked off his shoes and got into bed, lowered his head and continued sewing.

Lan Lingche cleaned the towel and walked in to see Bei Mingxuan in bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and held Song Weiwei's hand and asked warmly, "How is it? Is it uncomfortable?"

She was visibly paler.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine in a few days. There's Beimingxuan here, so go to bed quickly." It's easy to get sleepy when it's cold.

Lan Lingche nodded and opened the door without saying much.

Seeing that Beimingxuan's posture was about to use up all the cotton, Song Weiwei smiled helplessly.

The fiery red candle was half burned, and the room was filled with warm blush. He lowered his head and sewed with a serious look on his face. His sewing technique quickly disappeared, and he could only see his slender, white hands turning over like butterflies. Fly, very beautiful.

Song Weiwei looked at it, her eyelids became heavy, and she didn't even know when she fell asleep. She vaguely felt that the quilt had been lifted many times, and a pair of warm hands were gently rubbing her, relieving her soreness.

Song Weiwei lay on the bed for seven whole days. At first it was because she moved lazily because of pain, but in the end Lan Lingche and Bei Mingxuan didn't allow her to get out of bed. He even ate on the bed, and Lan Lingche fed him himself.

It's just the big aunt here, why do they feel like they treat her like a dead person?

On the seventh day, Lan Lingche said, "Little Weiwei, you can get out of bed now."

Song Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting on her shoes and getting out of bed, Song Weiwei stretched her waist to relax her muscles and bones, Ge You would really die lying down, people, you still need to exercise more.

The bedroom and the hall were cleaned, and even the tables and chairs were neatly arranged. She caught a glimpse of something drying on the table. She picked up one and took another bite. It was hard and sweet. Sweet, it's actually dried sweet potato.

She likes potato food the most, don't think it must be made by Beimingxuan.

She grabbed a handful and went out while eating. The snowflakes were still falling tirelessly, and it was so white that it was hard to tell which was the mountain and which was the land.

She heard the sound of an ax chopping wood, followed the sound and saw Bei Mingxuan was chopping wood shirtless.

The place where he stood was a small shed made of wood, which was specially used to store sundries and firewood. It was cold weather, and firewood was the most difficult to find, especially to dry the firewood. Without the sun, firewood would naturally be useless. They did it themselves, and now the firewood they burn is all dried by Bei Mingxuan and Lan Lingche using illusion, which is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive.

"Aren't you cold? Put on your clothes quickly." Song Weiwei took the robe from the chair beside her and handed it to him, letting him put it on with a serious face.

Beimingxuan was sweating profusely from chopping firewood, and wished he could roll around in the snow nest a few times, but seeing her serious face, she smiled and took the robe and put it on obediently.

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