Mr. He’s Daily Affections

"Zi Yi?" Pei Yuanchen caressed her face, and her voice was very low, "What's wrong?"

The woman on the bed pitifully hummed: "My head hurts..."

Pei Yuanchen didn't know whether to distress or laugh at her. Just like the high fever, she didn't have a headache, and it would be half of the fever, and she began to hum.

He squeezed his lips tightly and picked her up carefully, letting her lie in her arms, her voice low and gentle: "Now, is it better?"

She leaned back in his arms and instinctively wanted to hug him.

Pei Yuanchen quickly held down the hand she was still drips.

She flattened her mouth in grievance and hummed and said, "Uncle Xiaobao..."

"Well." Pei Yuanchen responded, bowing her head and kissing on her forehead. "Good boy, it won't hurt when it burns down."

"My heart hurts..." Her voice cried, "You don't want me..."

Pei Yuanchen shuddered gently.

"Hurry up."

"I'm getting better, do you want me?" she said, trying to open her eyes, her eyes dizzy, with anticipation and nostalgia.

"...Well." Pei Yuanchen held her tight, and after all she spit out the word gently, "Are you hungry? Do you want to drink porridge?"

Ziyi licked her dry lips: "I want to drink water."

Pei Yuanchen was about to put her back on the bed and then pour the water, but the woman grabbed him and prevented him from going.

"Just let me lean like this... Don't move..." She was softly coquettish.

Because of illness, her voice was a little hoarse.

But it makes the heart of the man more sore.

He took a deep breath and rang the bell.

Soon, the nurse came in. Pei Yuanchen asked the nurse to pour a cup of hot water, put it in his hand, and then feed He Ziyi.

The woman blinked and showed a pale smile: "Uncle Xiaobao, you are so kind to me."

Pei Yuanchen breathed a suffocation and whispered, "Drink water."

Said to send the cup to her lips.

She drank half a glass in one go, and sighed in satisfaction.

Pei Yuanchen handed back the empty glass to the nurse. The nurse took it, poured another glass, put it on the small table at the head of the bed, and left the ward with fun.

"Uncle Xiaobao..." The woman was lying in his arms with a dull voice. "How did you find me...I thought you were in the country S..."

Pei Yuanchen rubbed her hair, her eyes flickered and did not speak.

"That's right, right?" she said seriously. "After I fell, the pain didn't even have the strength to call for help, and it didn't take long before it started to rain. I was too cold to know when I fainted. Before... before fainting, I held the cross you gave me, thinking that you would come to save me... Then you really came. I am so happy!"

"...Don't say it." Pei Yuanchen's smile was bitter.

Every sentence of her made him faltered with his few intellects.

"Uncle Xiaobao..." Ziyi's eyes suddenly had a little more water vapor, "You don't want to leave me anymore, OK..."

The man caressed her small face, his eyes dark, as if thinking about how to speak.

"Then... don't go until I am ill." The woman seemed to know what he was going to say and immediately asked again.

Her voice was soft and fierce, with a little trembling and carefulness, as if afraid of being rejected.