That's What Villains Are Like

When Jiang Lan woke up again, it was already the morning of the third day.

Outside the window lattice, a few dazzling rays of sunlight fell, making it difficult for him to open his eyes. It was not until a moment later that he felt that his confused head gradually woke up and his consciousness recovered.

"It's okay when you don't get sick, but it's really fatal when you get sick..."

He tried to sit up on the bed, but he only felt weak all over. His hands, feet, and limbs seemed to be filled with lead, sore and heavy, and they did not obey his orders at all.

This feeling... is like working hard for three days and three nights in a row, and the kidney blood is depleted.

Of course, if you want to delay and control the onset of this disease, you do need to work continuously, leaving your body in a state of long-term deficit.

Once the essence and blood are slightly replenished, the days until the onset of the disease will be closer.

"It seems like it was more than half a month ago since I last touched a woman..."

"Looking at it this way, it turns out that I was negligent. It's normal for me to get sick once every half a month."

Jiang Lan exhaled slowly, feeling that his throat seemed to be filled with the taste of blood.

Even the chest seemed to be mixed with all kinds of blood residue, and the heart was extremely painful.

He finally understood why in his memory, the original person was so afraid of this "disease" and even felt that life would be worse than death.

After experiencing it personally, Jiang Lan can completely understand.

This feeling is as if all the meridians and muscles in the body are spasming and twitching.

The blood originally pumped from the heart seemed to be suddenly withdrawn from all the lungs and organs.

But during this process, his consciousness even became clearer than before.

This also caused the pain to be magnified hundreds of times in an instant.

Tsk tsk...

The top ten tortures are probably nothing more than that.

Jiang Lan could only sympathize with the original person's experiences over the years, but now it was his turn to suffer.

Fortunately, during the process of falling ill, Jiang Lan could clearly feel that many memories of his original body were flowing towards him like a torrent. To be precise, it should be baptism.

Originally, when he was looking through the many processes of reviewing the original memory, he always felt a sense of separation, as if he was looking at a person's life from a third perspective.

This also made him have a vague feeling of alienation, feeling that he was Jiang Lan in the previous life, not Jiang Lan in this life.

Whether it is awakening the memory of his previous life or being reborn through time travel, he is still the same person in his previous life.

And now, with the baptism of the torrent of memories, he has been completely integrated into this life.

Jiang Lan could clearly feel that the soul and memory were harmonious and unified, smooth and unimpeded.

He is Jiang Lan, Jiang Lan is him, there is no difference between the two.

This can be considered a blessing in disguise after this illness.

"Mr. Jiang, are you awake?"

The door of the wing room was suddenly pushed open, and a slightly surprised and cold voice sounded.

Su Qinghan, who was wearing a snow-like dress, was walking in with a basin of water in her hand and a towel on the edge of the basin.

"Have you been taking care of me these days?"

Jiang Lan was surprised for a moment, but soon regained his composure.

Su Qinghan did not return to the Su Mansion. He had been here these past few days, which was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"That night, Mr. Jiang suddenly fell into coma for some unknown reason. Fortunately, your guard with a knife noticed it in time and came over and sent Mr. Jiang back to his room..."

"I originally planned to return to the Su Mansion, but the maid in the City Lord's Mansion was clumsy and trembling, so I had no choice but to stay."

Su Qinghan put the water aside.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to sit up, he stepped forward, supported him, and explained by the way.

"I see. I guess I scared Miss Su that night."

Jiang Lan smiled and sat up on the bed with Su Qinghan's help.

A light and pleasant fragrance came from the tip of the nose. Because Su Qinghan leaned over to support her, as far as the eye could see, she could see a piece of delicate white skin on the snow neck, with jade-like skin, crystal clear and flawless.

But after thinking about it, Jiang Lan still looked away.

Su Qinghan noticed Jiang Lan's behavior and was startled. Only then did he realize that the distance between the two seemed to be a little close.

Because Jiang Lan had been unconscious for the past two days and she had been taking care of him, she gradually got used to it.

An imperceptible blush suddenly appeared on her fair and flawless face, and then she gently took a step back to close the distance between the two.

"The matter is urgent. Qinghan is rude. I hope Mr. Jiang doesn't mind..."

Su Qinghan lowered his eyes, apologized softly, then stood up and went to the copper basin nearby to wet the towel and other items.

She remembered that Jiang Lan had a mysophobia. He just touched her once in Xueyue Pavilion and quickly wiped his hands with silk.

He must have felt uncomfortable when the two of them were so close just now...

It's just that Su Qinghan is still a little weird and novel in his heart. He can obviously act as if he is frivolous and frivolous, but deep down he refuses to have any contact with him.

The more she got to know him, the more she felt dumb. She also felt that Jiang Lan was not as unapproachable as he seemed.

Jiang Lan just shook his head slightly when he heard this.

Although he knew what Su Qinghan was thinking, he had no intention of explaining it. After all, her making such mental associations was also the result of his intentional actions.

It's just that mysophobia is indeed related to his "disease".

In the eyes of outsiders, the original person was indulgent in sensuality and dissoluteness, but the real reason was actually to alleviate the relapse of the disease.

Over time, the original person naturally became disgusted with this, and thus developed a serious mysophobia.

This mysophobia is so serious that even a woman who has only had a relationship with him will feel completely disgusted when he sees her again.

"Don't bother Miss Su, I'll do it myself."

Seeing Su Qinghan wet the towel as if to wipe his face, Jiang Lan thought for a moment and took it himself.

It's not because of mysophobia. After the memory fusion, he actually doesn't care much about mysophobia.

I just have to be perfect when acting, and I should slowly correct my mysophobia in the future.

Now it seemed that because of that night's conversation and the incident of falling into coma, Su Qinghan became inexplicably closer to him, and even took the initiative to take care of him like a maid.

It seems that it really complies with that sentence, only routines can win people's hearts.

"Young Master Jiang has just recovered. I'm going to inform you and ask the City Lord's Mansion to prepare some medicinal food..."

Seeing Jiang Lan's apparent "resistance" to his care, Su Qinghan's lips curved slightly, but it was only fleeting.

"There is no need for medicated food. I will slowly get up and walk around to recover."

Jiang Lan shook his head, wiped his face with a wet towel, and his mind became much clearer.

His disease cannot be alleviated by any medicinal diet.

If you take some strong supplements and replenish your essence, energy and blood, you may have another attack.