Her people didn't know how long they had been standing outside. Their bodies were as cold as ice, which made Liang Ying shiver uncontrollably. It was cold, but also terrifying.
She smelled the alcohol on Wei Yan's body.
Although his gaze towards her these days was terribly hot, he was still a gentle man and had never done anything excessive.
Being drunk seemed to have torn off that layer of skin, making Liang Ying feel a fear she had never experienced before.
The hands that were holding her were clearly too strong to move at all, but the man behind her seemed to have no strength left, and his whole body leaned on her.
Liang Ying, who was already ill, naturally didn't have the strength to hold him up, and was pressed down by him and fell to the ground. There was
a thud, but no pain came. It was Wei Yan who protected Liang Ying in time when the two fell down together.
Liang Ying hurriedly tried to get up, but just as she moved, she was pulled into the man's arms again.
The wide-open door was still letting in wind into the hall. Perhaps he noticed the trembling of the person in his arms, so he covered her tightly with his wide robe.
"Liang Ying... Liang Ying." He called the woman's name over and over again.
They fit so well together, and the familiar fragrance lingering on his nose, mixed with the fire in his heart, burned him out of his mind.
His body was even more familiar with such a dizzying indulgence than he was.
Liang Ying was suddenly grabbed by his hand. His
broad palm firmly pulled her hand and stroked the man's body with a force that would not refuse.
He stared at Liang Ying closely, and his voice trembled and changed a little.
"Do you remember? Liang Ying, you said. I am yours, these are all yours, and no one can touch them."
Those were the words she left when her slender fingertips walked on his skin.
Wherever her fingertips touched, she marked it with a %e5%94%87: "This is mine."
"This is mine too."
"Wei Yan, please don't let anyone touch it anymore, okay?"
Because she knew how unorthodox this was, she looked at him with a bit of guilt in her eyes, but more of a possessive tyranny.
Wei Yan remembered, he remembered everything.
Every moment of his past with Liang Ying became a shackle that trapped him.
It seemed that she was the one who was trapped deeper and invested the most.
Why was it that he couldn't get out?
At this moment, he threw away all his dignity, like a dog who wanted to show his loyalty to his master, his body was so excited that he couldn't wait: "Look, it's all yours, I haven't let anyone touch it."
But how could Liang Ying remember those things? Her head was also dizzy, because she was feverish and fainted. She was always on guard, and now the nausea and fear of Wei Yan pulling her hand made her emotions wander on the edge of collapse.
They had already escaped, leaving the abyss. But now, she seemed to be pulled again, with one foot stepping into it.
She missed Zhou Huailin very much.
Almost as soon as this name came into her mind, Liang Ying couldn't help but start to cry. It wasn't crying bitterly, she lowered her head and didn't even make a sound, just tears falling silently drop by drop.
Wei Yan finally found something wrong. He could only see the top of Liang Ying's head and didn't notice that she was crying, but he realized that the temperature of the hand he was holding was not normal. It
was too hot.
He sobered up from all the alcohol in an instant.
Liang Ying couldn't speak and was very strong, so her emotions and discomfort had to be observed by herself.
The reason why Wei Yan remembered it was because Zhou Huailin did this after Liang Ying went to Zhou's house.
He quickly reached out to touch Liang Ying's face, without any charming thoughts this time. The woman's burning skin and cold tears were felt through his hand.
Wei Yan panicked, and his originally hot body suddenly cooled down.
"Liang Ying, what's wrong with you?" After he asked, he remembered that Liang Ying couldn't speak, and hurriedly got up and hugged Liang Ying in his arms.
Liang Ying turned away and didn't look at him at first, and he didn't care. He used his body to block the wind outside the door tightly, and called the people outside: "Call the imperial physician!"
Although Liang Ying had never wanted to call the imperial physician before, when Wei Yan called the imperial physician, she knew that it was temporarily safe for her. The tense mood was relaxed little by little.
***
In the next few days, Liang Ying was in a coma most of the time.
Occasionally, when she woke up in a daze, she could hear the voice of the person beside the bed.
"Your Majesty, the lady is not cooperating, and we can't feed this medicine."
Then she felt someone sitting by the bed, and with it came the bitter smell of medicine.
"Liang Ying, be good, drink the medicine, okay?"
His voice was very gentle as he coaxed her.
