Chapter 1749 The Third Kind of Love (2)

There are various reliefs carved on every wall around. Xiao Chen took a glance and found that they were probably some war scenes.

It should be about a king in Loulan's history who led troops to fight the enemy and resist foreign invasions.

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

His fingertips stroked the reliefs carved on the wall bit by bit, carefully feeling the differences in each place.

Sweat oozed from his forehead.

After a while, he heard Lan Yue moaning, obviously awakened by pain from her sleep.

Xiao Chen sighed, turned back to her side, carefully avoided her injured half of the body, and helped her up to lean against his arms.

"How do you feel?"

There is a problem with the magnetic field here. His watch has been broken since he stepped into this area, but he roughly estimated that Lan Yue was awakened by pain after sleeping for at most 10 to 20 minutes.

"It's okay, it's much better now." Lan Yue replied with a forced smile.

Xiao Chen looked at her tightly clenched palms, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Silently, he took out the cloth wrapped with mango paste from the backpack beside him and wanted to give it to her.

Lan Yue was busy and reluctant to hold his hand, "I am really much better now. You see, my hand has stopped getting worse. The effect of the medicine has not yet fully taken effect. Maybe it will be better after a while. You keep these for An Ziqi."

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

In her heart, she always puts herself last.

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

His arm couldn't help but tightened hard, and Lan Yue couldn't help but take a breath.

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

When Lan Yue heard these three words, her nose was sour and her eyes were red for a moment.

She knew Xiao Chen hated her. She once thought that she and Xiao Chen would never be able to get along well like this in this life.

At this moment in this strange ancient tomb, she was already very satisfied to be held in his arms and carefully cared for by him, even if her life or death was uncertain.

With tears in her eyes, she smiled and said it was okay.

She carefully pressed her cheek against his chest and enjoyed the rare intimacy between the two.

She raised her intact hand and touched her neck. Although 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 gave her mangosteen 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, thinking of Xiao Chen's stunned look at her before, and smiled, "Is it ugly?"

If the dryness on the neck spreads upwards, it will spread to the face. By then, she will definitely look like a ghost.

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

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

Lan Yue endured the pain that came from her body, bit her lip and nodded with a smile, "Yeah, it hurts, but it's really much better now."

"I will cure you."

Xiao Chen pursed his lips and carefully pulled her into his arms.

"What if it can't be cured?"

Lan Yue smiled and said playfully.

She covered his hand with her intact hand, but he instantly held it with his backhand.