He Has a Sickness that Needs to be Cured - Chapter 325

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Song Zhou got very close to him now, and Xi Ning was pricking up his ears to listen carefully. When he heard the words, the tips of his furry ears trembled, he hugged his tail and retreated like a conditioned reflex, “No, no……”

After he finished speaking, he immediately regretted it. If Song Zhou really only had this one condition, and he could teach himself magic, he doesn’t mind letting him touch his tail……

Xi Ning had everything written on his face, Song Zhou’s smile widened, and he deliberately said, “It’s really a no? Then forget it……”

He made a gesture to get up to leave, but Xi Ning quickly grabbed his sleeve, “Wait!”

Song Zhou turned his head without any surprise, bent down and pressed the side of the bed with both his hands, “Did you change your mind?”

Xi Ning clenched the tip of his tail, hesitated for a while before saying, “You have to teach me first. I have to make sure you are not lying, only then I will give you……”

Song Zhou continued what he hadn’t finished, “Touch your tail?”

Xi Ning nodded with a sullen face, protecting his tail as if he was afraid that Song Zhou would take advantage of him. Song Zhou couldn’t stand Xi Ning’s cuteness, and he just wanted to hold him in his arms and caress him, but he was afraid of scaring him again.

He said patiently, “Okay, so young master, will you transfer me back tomorrow?”

Xi Ning nodded silently, Song Zhou thought of another matter, “By the way, about the young master’s illness……”

Before he could finish his sentence, Xi Ning felt a tickle in his throat, lowered his head and coughed.

Song Zhou frowned, went to the table and poured a glass of water then heated it with spells, returned to the bedside and handed it to Xi Ning, while gently patting Xi Ning’s back.

Xi Ning pushed away the teacup with a wave of his hand, squeezed his throat and coughed forcefully, and spit out a pale pink rosebud.

As soon as the flowers were spit out, Xi Ning immediately felt better, took the cup from Song Zhou’s hand and whispered “thank you”.

Song Zhou picked up the flower and looked at it for a while, then put it in his pocket. After Xi Ning finished drinking the water, Song Zhou naturally took the cup and quickly wiped off the water stains on his lips with his fingertips, “It’s getting late, young master, take a good rest first. We can discuss it tomorrow.”

Xi Ning covered his mouth and wanted to scold Song Zhou to not touch him, but on second thought, he had to see if Song Zhou could really teach him, and it was better not to contradict him now.

He ignored the strange sensation coming from his lips just now, and said obediently, “Okay.”

Song Zhou put the teacup away and left his room quietly. Xi Ning turned over and recalled every conversation with Song Zhou tonight.

At the beginning, he even guessed that Song Zhou was the one who caused him to suffer from this illness of vomiting flowers. It seemed that he started to get this illness right after seeing Song Zhou, but what he said and did just now didn’t seem to line up.

And what Song Zhou said about Evan and his own magic…… Xi Ning was unwilling to admit it in front of others, but he already had doubts in his heart.

Plus he doesn’t dislike Song Zhou, although he will have strange reactions when meeting him, but Xi Ning can’t control it too much for the time being.

His mind was thinking of all sorts of things, he didn’t fall asleep until late at night, and woke up much later than usual the next day.

After Xi Ning washed and dressed, he yawned and asked Leon to call Song Zhou in to serve him again. Leon was puzzled, but seeing that Xi Ning was not in good spirits, he didn’t ask any more questions.

When Song Zhou entered the room, Xi Ning leaned on the back of the chair and was drowsy. When he heard the sound, he opened his eyes and sat up straight, “You are here…… When do we start?”

“Young master, you didn’t sleep well last night?” Song Zhou blamed himself slightly, and said softly, “Go to sleep for a while?”

Xi Ning shook his head, “No need.”

Song Zhou then went to get a small blanket and put it carefully on Xi Ning’s lap.

Xi Ning felt a little uncomfortable, Song Zhou’s identity must be unusual, there is no third person in the room now, and he still serves him so naturally……

As soon as he was nervous, his tail began to lose control, and it swung to the front and gently wrapped around Song Zhou’s wrist like last time, and it looked like a furry ornament on Song Zhou’s wrist.

Song Zhou stopped, Xi Ning lowered his head and stretched out his hand, then slowly pulled his tail back.

He coughed lightly, and said in a flat tone, “Sorry, I can’t control it.”

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