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Jing Jihan, just waking up, suspected he had lost too much blood, causing dizziness and hallucinations. It took him quite a while to realize that the little girl in front of him was indeed very small.
He silently gazed at the pretty little kid, and because he had been sleeping for so long, his voice was raspy when he spoke: "Where are the adults in your family?"
"Mommy went to the supermarket to buy chocolate! Uncle, do you want so? But mommy said you can’t eat chocolate when you’re sick." Shi Mianmian said as she stared at the handso uncle’s face, her eyes round like grapes.
Jing Jihan’s pale, stern brows slightly moved: "..."
Shi Mianmian sat beside him, her little face filled with the excitent of having revived a little bunny, her mouth babbling non-stop: "Uncle, does it hurt? Oh, right, mommy said I should give uncle so water!"
Shi Mianmian suddenly jumped off the bed, running toward the bedroom door, shouting: "Uncle, don’t move, wait for just a bit!"
Jing Jihan glanced sideways at the little cutie running out, hearing the sounds of rummaging through boxes and pouring water outside. Before long, the little cutie was back, wobbling while holding more than half a cup of water.
Shi Mianmian went to the bedside, stood on tiptoe, trying to feed him water, rembering that mommy had been using a spoon to feed him water the past two days but she didn’t know how to do that. Her little brain quickly ca up with an idea, running out to find a straw, finally putting it into the cup, and standing on tiptoe again to bring the straw to his mouth.
"Uncle! Mommy said you have a fever, you need to drink more water!"
Seeing the little one struggling on tiptoe beside the bed, Jing Jihan slowly lifted his other hand, which wasn’t getting an injection, to take the cup, drinking so through the straw, soothing the dryness and hoarseness in his throat.
He looked at the little cutie standing by the bed with her head tilted and eyes round: "Was it your mom who saved ?"
"Yes!" Shi Mianmian jumped back onto the bed and suddenly, mysteriously pulled out a sheet of pink pig stickers from her pocket. She tore one off and stuck it on his hand, earnestly saying: "When I get sick and have injections, as long as I stay still, mommy always rewards with this! Uncle, stay still! I’ll stick it for you!"
Jing Jihan’s left arm couldn’t move for the ti being. He looked at the little pink sticker that suddenly appeared beside the dical tape, his stern eyebrows twitching slightly, then looked at the little cutie expecting praise.
"Isn’t it pretty? This is my favorite Peppa Pig! Uncle, do you like it?"
"... I like it."
Jing Jihan placed the cup to the side, propped himself up with one hand, and as he was about to sit up, the blanket slid off with the movent. Only then did he notice he wasn’t wearing a shirt and was only wearing loose, dark gray shorts, looking new. His noticeable external wounds were all bandaged, evidently disinfected and dicated.
"Were my wounds treated by the other adults in your house?" He turned to look at the little one still sitting on the bed.
"The only adult in my house is mommy. Mommy said you’re a man, and didn’t allow to watch when she changed your clothes. After she changed your clothes, I saw her blushing!"
"..."
Jing Jihan was silent for a mont before speaking again: "There’s a stranger like at ho, and she’s okay with leaving you alone here?"
The little cutie imdiately opened her round eyes to look at him: "Not afraid!"
The man’s sharp eyebrows slightly raised: "Hmm?"
The little cutie replied earnestly: "Mommy said uncle is very injured. You can’t beat , and you can’t outrun , no need to worry!"
Standing at the pinnacle of life for twenty-six years, the dignified president of Yu Jing Group, for once being belittled by a child: "..."
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