The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 734 0733. I will always be with you (9)

Zhuang Xinian was still sobbing and didn't speak, but his arms were tightly wrapped around Jiang Shaoheng's neck, and he buried himself in his neck.

The hot air sprayed, and the blood surged.

Jiang Shaoheng loosened Zhuang Xinian's hand, for fear that she would notice the changes in his body.

However, Zhuang Xinian hugged Jiang Shaoheng's neck even more tightly, and got a little closer, still whimpering.

The string in Jiang Shaoheng's mind is about to break!

"Nian Nian, are you thirsty? Let me pour you a glass of water to moisten your throat, okay?"

The voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if it had been swept by a fire.

Zhuang Xinian raised her reddish eyes and looked at him mistyly: "What's wrong with your voice?"

"It's okay, I'm a little thirsty, let me go first, and I'll get you a glass of water." Jiang Shaoheng restrainedly kissed the girl's forehead, and turned over in a panic and got off the bed.

She didn't dare Zhuang Xinian to see his changed body.

Standing in front of the refrigerator, Jiang Shaoheng opened the upper and lower refrigerator doors, and the cold air rushed in, bit by bit suppressing the burning fire in his body.

With a "gulp", he drank a big gulp of ice water, and then the glass bottomed out, completely extinguishing the flames.

By the time she returned to her room with the hot water, Zhuang Xinian had already fallen asleep.

It is always easy to get tired after crying.

For some reason, when Jiang Shaoheng saw the ball curled up on the bed, he was grateful, and also had a little bit of regret that was buried almost invisibly.

After walking over to help someone cover the quilt, Jiang Shaoheng took another quilt and lay down beside her bed.

The sky is getting brighter, and tiny circles of light pass through the gaps in the curtains.

Jiang Shaoheng didn't know whether he was asleep or not, his eyes seemed to be closed all the time, but he could know what happened on the bed.

After a night of sleep, he was even more exhausted.

The eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to hang down to his chin, Jiang Shaoheng's hazy consciousness finally couldn't hold on, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

……

"Brother Shaoheng, brother Shaoheng? Wake up!"

The worrying sound of the milk in his ear woke up Jiang Shaoheng leisurely, and the little girl's frowning face came into view.

"You're awake! Then drink some water!" Zhuang Xinian's joyful expression seemed to let go of some burden.

Jiang Shaoheng was fine if he didn't move, but when he moved his head, his head hurt crazily, and he rang the alarm bell frantically.

"When I woke up this morning, you already had a fever. Mama An gave me the medicine and asked me to watch you take it. Here." Zhuang Xinian handed the medicine and water to Jiang Shaoheng with a serious expression.

Jiang Shaoheng didn't refuse, just took the medicine, and then heard Zhuang Xinian's voice.

"Don't you like me..."

Jiang Shaoheng looked up at Zhuang Xinian in surprise. The little girl had complicated expressions on her face, full of all kinds of emotions.

"What happened to make you feel that way?" Jiang Shaoheng felt his throat hurt so badly that it felt like a knife had been scratched when he spoke.

"I sleep on the bed, you sleep on the floor; I'm alone, you have a fever." Zhuang Xinian said in a low voice, endlessly, but Jiang Shaoheng understood.

He chuckled lightly, but coughed violently.

Zhuang Xinian wanted to go over to give him comfort, but he stopped him with his hand.

"It's okay, come, come here." The coughing stopped, Jiang Shaoheng turned his eyes gently and stretched out his hand to Zhuang Xinian.

(End of this chapter)