She had been lying in bed with a fever for a whole day and night.
Looking at the unconscious person, Duan Yichen's face became even more ugly.
"How is she?"
The doctor looked at his face and replied cautiously, "Your Majesty, there is nothing serious about the young lady's health..."
Duan Yichen turned his head, and his cold gaze made the doctor swallow his saliva, "It's not a serious problem? It's not a serious problem. She will never wake up? Quack doctor! Do you want me to punish you?"
"My lord, please forgive me," the doctor was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said hurriedly, "Miss's body is indeed fine. The reason why she has been in coma for a while and cannot reduce her fever is because of her inner demons."
"Inner demon?" Duan Yichen raised his eyebrows and looked back at Xiaoxiao. Her restless sleeping appearance and murmuring from time to time seemed to confirm the doctor's words.
"That's right, Miss, she was extremely seriously frightened, and it wasn't just as simple as catching the cold."
Thinking of her helpless and fearful look when he had just rescued her, Duan Yichen felt inexplicably suffocated. For the first time in his life, he regretted what he had done.
But what he comforted himself was that the reason why he regretted it was because he didn't want her to be punished so easily, because the pain and torture waiting for her would be far more exciting than now.
"Go down."
"Yes," the doctor quickly exited as if he was pardoned.
Walking to the bedside, Duan Yichen slowly sat beside her, and ordered arrogantly, "Listen, I won't let anything happen to you! You must wake up immediately! Otherwise, I will kill everyone in the Lin family.
Everyone! Lin Moying, do you hear me clearly? What you owe me will not be repaid that easily!"
The person on the bed was still in a daze, and his words could only dissipate in the air without having any impact on her.
Duan Yichen's god-like handsome face twisted and pursed his lips. Although he was a little reluctant, he slowly leaned down, close to her ear, and whispered softly, "Yingying, don't be afraid, this king
I promised not to abandon you, and I will never abandon you... Believe me, you will no longer be alone."
This sentence seemed to have some kind of magic power. Xiaoxiao's restless eyebrows were miraculously smoothed, and her disordered breathing began to become even. The corners of her mouth were raised slightly,
Duan Yichen breathed a sigh of relief quietly. He just listened to her childlike coaxing, a little helpless, and even a little annoyed about his behavior just now. He just wanted to get up, but found that his sleeve had been grabbed by her at some point.
Tightly, hold it in your hand.
He frowned, ruthlessly pulled out his sleeves, turned around and walked out. But after taking a few steps, he stopped again.
Hesitating, he turned around again and sat on the edge of the bed, his inquiring expression reappearing, "Lin Moying, what kind of woman are you?"
No one could answer his question.
Immediately, Duan Yichen made a childish move that surprised even himself.
He took her hand, then grabbed the corner of his sleeve and stuffed it into her hand. Xiaoxiao immediately grabbed it subconsciously, tightly.
A satisfied smile spread over his unparalleled handsome face, and then he lay next to her and fell into a deep sleep.