The Actress is My Favorite

Finally, Xia Ruan stopped in front of the little guy again.

She didn't even know why she came back.

Because I heard the dirty words from those men on the street, so...you are worried about this child?

Well, that's how it should be. This child obviously doesn't belong here. It's dangerous for her to be huddled here alone.

But Xia Ruan stood in front of the little guy and didn't know what to do.

Call the police? Call someone? Xia Ruan... didn't even dare.

Moreover, the little guy didn't even move, as if he was dead...

Thinking of this, Xia Ruan shuddered suddenly and took a step back with trembling legs and feet. At this time, the little guy in front of him suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Ruan, as if he sensed something.

There was no sparkle in her eyes at all, and there were pitiful drops of water in her gray eyes, as if she was unconsciously asking Xia Ruan for help.

Xia Ruan's heart ached for a moment.

When she was a child, her mother got her a puppy to raise. Then winter came and the puppy got sick and died. In the days before it died, it looked at Xia Ruan with this look. The mother said that it was silently shouting "help".

But Xia Ruan failed to save it.

The little girl in front of her only glanced at Xia Ruan before fainting again, her head hanging sickly.

Xia Ruan's fingers clenched tightly for a moment, and then, she got the strength from nowhere, stepped forward and tried to pick up the little guy, and dragged him home. The little guy's body was very cold, but fortunately his heart was still beating loudly. Although it was very weak, Xia Ruan felt it.

Xia Ruan dragged the little girl to the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Only then did Xia Ruan have time to see what the little girl's face looked like - she was very thin, with fair skin, curly and long eyelashes, and a small and delicate nose. It was obvious that she was a beauty.

Xia Ruan sat by the bed and watched for a while. The little girl's pale face finally recovered, but it didn't take long before it turned abnormally red. Her brows also wrinkled and her teeth clenched tightly. Lips, looking extremely painful.

Xia Ruan reached out and touched her forehead, and immediately realized that the little one had a fever due to the cold.

She immediately took the basin and ran to the public toilet to get the water. She folded the wet handkerchief expertly and placed it on the little guy's forehead. I dug out the thermometer and antipyretic medicine at home, checked the date, and made sure they were not expired. I took one out and immediately went outside to boil a pot of water.

In the month before Wang Xiaoning passed away, she always had high fevers, so Xia Ruan was very familiar with this process. What's more, taking care of a child is much easier than taking care of an adult. Xia Ruan coaxed the sleeping little guy to take a pill with little effort.

Next, I just squatted by the bed and waited for her to wake up.

Xia Ruan looked at her fair and beautiful face and couldn't help but worry. If it was just a cold and fever, it wouldn't matter, but what about other diseases? For example... what if she was abandoned by her parents because she had cancer? Will she die here?

Xia Ruan was afraid after realizing it.

While waiting, the room was obviously cold, but her palms were sweating.

Even... I was so scared that I couldn't help but shed a few tears, and the tear stains were obvious on my dirty little face.

The little girl's body also trembled at this moment, and a weak and painful whimper came from her throat. Xia Ruan stopped crying immediately, but she didn't know what to do.

She knew that at least the little guy's reaction so far was a normal physical reaction when having a fever. Xia Ruan was like this when she had a fever. She felt terribly uncomfortable, and Wang Xiaoning was like this when she had a fever...

But the little guy's face became increasingly ugly, he turned over restlessly, and a few tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Xia Ruan panicked instantly.

She frowned, hugged the little girl's shoulders helplessly, bit her lip, lowered her voice, and sang a soft tune.

Xia Ruan remembered that when she had a fever and felt uncomfortable in the past, Wang Xiaoning would hold her and sing this song to her. As she listened, she felt less uncomfortable when she fell asleep.

But later, when Wang Xiaoning fell ill, Xia Ruan was tortured to the point of exhaustion both mentally and physically. Until Wang Xiaoning passed away, Xia Ruan never even sang to her to coax her.

Although Wang Xiaoning said that when adults are sick and uncomfortable, they don't need to be coaxed. But when Xia Ruan thought about it now, she was still sad and regretful and shed some more tears.

Fortunately, Xia Ruan's singing was indeed useful. After a while, the little girl was coaxed to sleep, and her brows gradually relaxed. Within an hour, her fever had subsided. Xia Ruan added a few more thick clothes to the quilt, boiled water, and waited quietly for her to wake up.

Halfway through, Xia Ruan couldn't bear the cold, so after hesitating for a few seconds, she tiptoed into the bed and hugged the little guy tightly.

The little guy's fever has gone down, but his body is still warm and he is very comfortable to hold.

Xia Ruan smelled the fragrance of soap locust on her body and looked at her fair and clean neck, and unconsciously fell asleep.

When she woke up again, it was already dark. As soon as Xia Ruan opened her eyes, she looked into a pair of bright and clear eyes, very close at hand.

The owner of the eyes blinked, his gray eyes flickering, not afraid at all.

It was as if...she had been looking at Xia Ruan quietly for a long time from such a close distance.

Xia Ruan suddenly jumped up from the bed, bit her lip weakly, and was at a loss for a moment: "I...I...I'm not a bad person..."