Chapter 1729： The third kind of love (2)

There are various relief sculptures carved on every wall around, Xiao Chen glanced at it, probably some scenes of war.

It should be about a certain king in Loulan's history leading his troops to kill the enemy and resist foreign invasion.

He is now racing against time and has no time to study the history of these Loulan.

Little by little, I touched the reliefs carved on the wall with my fingertips, carefully feeling the difference in each place.

The sweat on the forehead exuded finely and densely.

After a while, I heard Lan Yue groan in a low voice, apparently awakened in pain from his drowsiness.

Xiao Chen sighed, turned around and returned to her, carefully avoiding the injured half of her body, and leaning against her in his arms.

"How are you feeling?"

There is a problem with the magnetic field here. His watch has been broken since stepping into this area, but it is probably estimated that Lanyue was awake in pain after sleeping for ten or twenty minutes at most.

"It's okay, it's a lot better already." Lan Yue replied with a smile reluctantly.

Xiao Chen looked at the palm of her hand tightly clutched, and did not make a sound while pursing her lips.

Silently took out the cloth wrapped in manglietia paste from the backpack next to it, and gave it to her to eat.

However, Lan Yue was busy and reluctantly pressed his hand, "I'm really getting better now. You see, my hands have stopped getting worse, and the effect of the medicine has not been fully developed. Maybe wait a while for the effect of the medicine. It’s fine to fully play. You keep these for An Ziqi."

She has always been like this, strong and patient, even if it is painful, she never speaks out.

In her heart, she herself will always be last.

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth tightly, only hating his powerlessness at the moment.

The arm could not help but tightened, and Lan Yue couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath.

Xiao Chen reacted, hurriedly let go, and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."

When Lan Yue heard these three words, there was a soreness in her nose, and her eyes instantly turned red.

She knew that Xiao Chen hated her. She used to think that she and Xiao Chen would never be able to get along with each other like this in their lives.

At this moment, in this weird ancient tomb, being able to be held in his arms and cared for, even if life or death is uncertain, she is already very satisfied.

With tears in his eyes, he smiled and said it's okay.

Carefully press his cheek on his chest and enjoy the rare intimacy between the two.

Raising the intact hand and touching her neck, even if Xiao Chen didn't say anything, she could feel that the dryness of the skin on the left had spread to her neck.

Although Xiao Chen ate her manglietia paste, the dryness did not recover at all.

Xiao Chen lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "It will be fine."

Lan Yue looked at her dry hands, thought of the way Xiao Chen looked at her in shock before, and smiled, "Isn't it ugly?"

The dryness of the neck spreads up again, and it will reach the face, and she will definitely look innocent and ghost.

Xiao Chen carefully touched her dry hand, "Does it hurt?"

After speaking, he added in a deep voice, "Don't lie."

Lan Yue endured the pain in her body, bit her lip and smiled and nodded, "Well, it hurts, but it's really much better."

"I will heal you."

Xiao Chen pursed his lips, and put her in his arms very carefully.

"Then what if it can't be cured?"

Lan Yue smiled and spoke playfully.

Covered his hand with that intact hand, but was instantly held by his backhand.