Actually, he wanted to ask for a long ti, he kind of guessed why, but never heard her say it personally.
She always seed impervious to everything, never revealing her wounds for others to see.
Sotis annoying, sotis indeed makes one feel tenderhearted.
Xin Xiaoxiao pouted and said pitifully, "Afraid of disappointing Dad, afraid you will only want that vixen and your son in the future, and won’t want anymore."
Her eyelashes gradually beca moist.
It turns out... in her heart, there’s such insecurity, such fear of losing, that fatherly love she almost never had.
Xiang Yiqing gently patted Xin Xiaoxiao’s chest, "No, I won’t."
After calming her down patiently, he got up.
After thinking for a bit, he went into the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, ca back out, sat on the edge of the bed, and used a warm towel to give Xin Xiaoxiao physical cooling.
The fever-reducing shot was just given yesterday, and this morning she was on an IV, too many drugs aren’t good overall.
A towel is placed on Xin Xiaoxiao’s forehead, then he took another towel, tirelessly changing water, wiping her neck and palms.
"Hehe..."
Xiang Yiqing was wiping Xin Xiaoxiao’s palm when she suddenly burst into laughter.
She laughed while pulling her hand back, "It tickles."
Xiang Yiqing raised his eyes to look at Xin Xiaoxiao’s face, her eyes were still closed, her face flushed red, her smile a bit silly.
He couldn’t help but find it amusing, wanting to tease her, so he held her hand tightly, not letting her pull back, and continued to wipe her palm with the towel, adding a bit more force.
"Hehehe..."
Xin Xiaoxiao laughed, her body trembling, "It tickles to death, it tickles to death."
Xiang Yiqing was having a great ti.
"Brother Xiang, are my hands soft?" Xin Xiaoxiao suddenly opened her eyes, smiling at Xiang Yiqing.
Because she was still feverish, her body was weak, her mischievous smile looked much more innocent.
Making one’s heart soften involuntarily.
Seeing she had woken up, Xiang Yiqing quickly let go of her hand, "You’re having a fever."
A simple statent, hard to discern if it was an explanation or sothing else.
As he spoke, he stood up.
Xin Xiaoxiao thought he was leaving, hurriedly reached out, clutched his wrist, pulled him, and said pitifully, "Don’t go, I’m feverish, feel so uncomfortable, I want a hug."
Xiang Yiqing: "..."
Being sick yet still acting spoiled, really unmatched.
"I knew you care about , doesn’t having a sister to care for feel nice?"
Xin Xiaoxiao tilted her little face to look at Xiang Yiqing, a cheeky smile on her face.
Perhaps it was psychological, when she smiled, Xiang Yiqing felt her smile was playful, as if teasing him.
Making him, a grown man, feel frustrated.
"I’ll go get a fresh basin of water." He pushed Xin Xiaoxiao’s hand away, bent over to pick up the basin on the bedside table, his gaze unintentionally caught sight of the empty warm bucket next to it, he then turned to ask Xin Xiaoxiao, "Did you eat all the food?"
Xin Xiaoxiao nodded, "Yeah."
Xiang Yiqing frowned, "Are you a pig?"
Though he hadn’t opened it to see how much food there was, when he carried it, it felt heavy, surely there was plenty inside.
She actually ate it so clean like a dog licking.
Speechless for a mont, he went on to remind her, "You’re having a fever, you should eat sothing light and eat less."
Xin Xiaoxiao said, "I haven’t eaten since yesterday until now, I’m starving."
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