Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

After the medicine was fed, he used the physical way to physically reduce fever for Xiao Huanhuan to help him reduce the fever.

He twisted the towel tirelessly to help her wipe the hottest part of her body.

He was relieved until the temperature on her body receded and she slept peacefully.

Xuxu slept quietly, Yan Yan's eyes looked at her deeply, her eyes were complicated.

Wen Xuxu, what should I do before you can fall in love with me?

Thinking of it, he stretched out his lifelike hand again, a little hand slightly larger than his palm, soft and boneless, and wrapped it in his palm with both hands.

If I had known that I would be so in love, I used to have so many opportunities to get the moon first.

Xu Xu felt that the hand grasped by Yan Yansheng was very hot, and his eyebrows moved, and he wanted to withdraw his hand.

Seeing this, Yan Rusheng quickly let go of his hand and stood up.

He stood by the edge of the bed, his eyes looked deep at Lifelike again, then he lifted his feet and walked to the other side of the bed, in front of the lifelike small dressing table.

He opened the chair and bent down to sit down.

There are a lot of gadgets on the dresser. He picked them up and glanced down again.

Looking at a bunch of women's cosmetics, plus fluffy toys and small pendants, he had a new understanding of Wen Xuxu.

It seemed as if he walked into her boudoir for the first time, the real boudoir.

After reading the things on the table, he opened the drawer again. The contents of the drawer were much simpler, an album, a diary with a lock, and a small red wooden box with a lock.

His sight was attracted by the small red wooden box, perhaps because it was locked.

Pick it up, shake it, and it sounds ‘哐 当 哐 当’.

What's in it?

He held up the small lock with his long fingers, and suddenly he had a very immoral idea. He wanted to knock the lock open and see what was inside.

Is it something that Jiang Zhuoheng gave her? So to be treasured like this?

But in the end, he didn't do that.

Of course, he didn't do it, definitely not because he found it, but because he was afraid that the treasures inside would hit him.

So he put the box back in and closed the drawer gently.

Then walked to the bed, bent over, reached out, and touched the vivid forehead, the burn was almost gone.

Xu Xu's forehead was all sweaty, and Yan Rusheng smoked two tissues and gently wiped her.

The sky was already outside, and the morning light was shining through the curtain slit into the room.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He touched the phone with his other hand and saw the caller ID. He retracted his sweaty hand and walked towards the door.

"Well, I know."

"You go first, I'll be right there."

I briefly explained to the person over the phone two words, and Yan Rusheng returned to the door of the realistic room, and reached out and gently opened the door.

The man in the bed still closed his eyes and slept peacefully.

His heart was never soft, afraid of waking her up, he took the door gently and turned away.

...

This feeling, Xuxing felt like she had slept for a century. After waking up, she felt pain everywhere and she felt weak and weak.

She knew that she must have had a high fever.

But ... how did the burn go back?

Thinking, she blinked her eyes, and then she remembered that she looked at the time with her mobile phone. It was already twelve o'clock, and it was ... twelve noon the next day.