The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Shen Zhiyu sat up with his arms supported, panting, "I'm fine... It's just a fever."

"Let me look at your wound." He Jiayi lifted off Shen Zhiyu's clothes, unbuttoned the gauze, and went to check his surgical wound: "Sure enough, it's torn a bit. I'll help you deal with it first. Don't move it anymore. For a while, I lay on the bed to cultivate."

Shen Zhiyu nodded: "Okay...I see."

He Jiayi helped Shen Zhiyu put on medicine again, fed him anti-fever medicine, and helped him to lie down to rest.

After finishing all this, He Jiayi left the room, Xia Beiqin and the flowers in the living room looked at him together.

He Jiayi hid the anxieties and worries in his eyes, and said to Xia Beiqi: "I saw the encounter. He had a fever because he was too tired. Let him rest during this time."

Xia Beiqing stared straight at He Jiayi, without any reaction, and the atmosphere became a little stiff inexplicably.

With a strong flower, he inserted a sentence in time: "No problem, I happened to be here too, so I can take care of both of them."

He Jiayi and Xia Beiqin had their eyes facing each other, as if something was surging in the bottom of their eyes, they could no longer restrain themselves, and were about to come out.

"you…"

As soon as he spoke, his voice was stuck in his throat. After a moment of stalemate, He Jiayi took a deep breath and took the initiative to look away, but still didn't say anything.

He Jiayi gave Shen Zhiyu the medicine that can heal the wound quickly. Shen Zhiyu would be in the bathroom every day, applying medicine to treat the wound without telling Xia Beiqin. In addition, he also helped to take care of Xia Beiqin. Shen Zhiyu was no longer as before. Tired, can have free time to recuperate the body.

Xia Beiqing has also become different from before. He has always needed Shen Zhiyu’s help. He chooses to find flowers, and he does not want Shen Zhiyu to cook for him in the kitchen. This makes Shen Zhiyu very uncomfortable. .

Within half a month, Shen Zhiyu's wound had healed more than half, and there was no longer any pain or tear. It was just that He Jiayi once said that the bone marrow extraction was harmful to the body.

Shen Zhiyu can also clearly feel that his body is not as strong as before, and he will catch a cold with a little wind.

In the dead of night, Shen Zhiyu brought the food to the table. He picked up his chopsticks and tasted it. He couldn't help but sighed: "The food you cook is delicious. Bei Qing and I have eaten takeout for half a month. It's true. I'm tired of eating."

Shen Zhiyu smiled: "My body is almost recovered, and I can cook for you in the future."

As he said, he looked towards Xia Beiqi, but saw Xia Bei tilted his head, his eyes were dim and motionless, as if he hadn't heard of the conversation between him and the flower.

In the past half month, Shen Zhiyu discovered that Xia Beiqing had always been like this, becoming more reticent. He couldn't write a few words every day on the paper he was carrying, and he was often absent-minded.

"What's the matter? What are you thinking about?" Shen Zhiyu leaned in front of Xia Beiqing and asked softly.

Xia Beiqing just woke up like a dream. He glanced at Shen Zhiyu, then quickly looked away, shook his head, refused to say anything, picked up a chopstick, and stuffed it dumbly into his mouth.

After eating, Hua Yi Nong offered to take a bath, and Shen Zhiyu pushed Xia Beiqin into the bathroom to wash.

In the bathroom, Shen Zhiyu wrung out the hot towel and squatted in front of Xia Beiqing, gently wiping his cheeks.

Looking at Xia Beiqing's expressionless face, Shen Zhiyu asked, "Beijing, are there any worries lately? You can tell me about it."