Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 97 Same Treatment
If it was really a little girl who had just experienced emotional trauma, she might have fallen directly into the gentle trap woven by Ji Rongwen.

But Song Nainai was not.

She blinked her foggy eyes and looked at Ji Rongwen, the grievance in her eyes was undisguised.

Ji Rongwen stroked Song Nainai's hair gently again, and said in a low voice, "Hair is all wet."

"You..." The little girl reached out and grabbed Ji Rongwen's clothes, her slightly pale face looked extremely fragile, as if she took Ji Rongwen as a straw.

Ji Rongwen smiled.

He put his hand on Song Nainai's forehead again, feeling the temperature on it, he sighed with some helplessness and pity, "It's burning again."

"What, what should I do..." The little girl's soft voice was choked with sobs, "I'm so uncomfortable."

Ji Rongwen lowered his head, and he stroked the little girl's hair reassuringly, "I have a medicine box at home, come to my house?"

The little girl seemed to have been burnt out, she looked at Ji Rongwen in a daze, then nodded obediently, and choked again, "Okay."

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Ji Rongwen's lips.
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Fang Yihuating's No. [-] villa belonged to Ji Rongwen. He entered the password, bent down and picked up the little girl who was already burning and started to murmur.

He put Song Nainai into a guest room on the second floor. Seeing Song Nainai humming softly, he stood beside him with dim eyes.

Ji Rongwen looked at Song Nainai with complicated eyes, a little disgusted and hesitant.

But soon, Ji Rongwen slowly closed his eyes.

When it opened again, Ji Rongwen put on that gentle mask again, and he helped Song Nainai tuck the quilt very intimately.

Immediately afterwards, he turned around and went to the medicine box to get a thermometer. After taking his temperature, he found out the antipyretic medicine.

Ji Rongwen helped Song Nainai up, moving cautiously, seeing the little girl swallow unconsciously, he lowered his eyebrows and eyes.

He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Song Nainai opened his eyes.

She looked at this strange room and felt a sigh in her heart.

This is a copy.

Song Nainai reached out and touched her forehead. It was indeed a little hot. She sighed, and took out her mobile phone to ask Tang Linglan to ask her for leave.

After seeing the affirmative reply, Song Nainai put away the phone.

After a pause, she took out her phone again, clicked into the column of contacts, found Fu Tingchuan's name, and clicked "Block".

Click into WeChat again, block and delete.

When she swiped her fingertips, she saw Yan Chi's name, thought for a while, and Song Nainai deleted Yan Chi too.

Fu Tingchuan's special assistant should enjoy the same treatment as Fu Tingchuan!

It didn't take long for the antipyretics to take effect, and Song Nainai felt drowsy holding the phone.

Only then did she turn off the phone and put it away, got into bed, and closed her eyes obediently.
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This sleep lasted until dawn, Song Nainai blinked blankly, and smelled a scent before fully waking up.

She sat up holding the quilt, her hair a little messy.

"Are you awake?" A low laugh came from beside him.

Song Nainai turned her head to look, and saw Ji Rongwen walking over with a bowl of vegetable porridge.

"You're hungry." Ji Rongwen was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a pair of gentle phoenix eyes under the blue light-reflecting lenses, "Have some porridge."

Song Nainai looked at him blankly, and suddenly remembered something, her face flushed red.

"You...I...you you you..."

"what happened?"

Ji Rongwen sat down beside him, with a smile on his lips: "Do you want me to feed you?"

(End of this chapter)