Xiaodie didn't dodge, she stood there and waved to Wen Shijue.
Wen Shijue seemed to be smiling, and Xiaodie could still feel it despite being so far away.
The servant knocked on the door and said respectfully at the door: "Miss Xiaodie, the master told you not to stand in the wind. Your body is still very weak. He asked you to go back to the bed and rest for a while!"
Xiaodie obediently returned to the bed, hugged the soft quilt, and remembered the advice Wen Shijue gave him last time: when you are cold, don't think about the people around you, just come over and add some clothes for you... But he still said to himself
Such a way to ask for help!
Xiaodie's heart moved, what did he think about herself?
He immediately gave up the idea, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Wen Shijue is like a dragon and a phoenix among people, how could he be interested in me? A stupid girl like me, there is no way she can fall into Wen Shijue’s eyes!
Should he treat himself the same way he treats stray cats and dogs on the street?
Xiaodie was thinking about this and that, she hugged the quilt drowsily and fell asleep again.
After the guests dispersed, Wen Shijue came in with a small plate of cakes. As soon as he got closer, Xiaodie woke up.
Wen Shijue smiled slightly and said with a touch of ridicule: "You are really a greedy cat, you wake up as soon as you smell something delicious!"
Xiaodie sat up and whispered sheepishly: "Today is your birthday?"
"It's already passed. Come on, I've left a piece of cake for you!" Wen Shijue said calmly and handed over the plate in his hand.
Xiaodie looked at Wen Shijue, as if she had never seen him with such a peaceful mind. He had handsome features, showing the stability and depth of a mature man. His eyes were like obsidian, transparent and black. Xiaodie looked at him, his eyes
There was a heavy fog in the room, and he murmured: "Wen Shijue... I seem to have wrongly blamed you! Your injury..."
"Your three-legged cat skills can't hurt me at all!" Wen Shijue said calmly.
Xiaodie ate all the cake on the plate in front of Wen Shijue, leaving nothing behind, and then said: "I'll go out for a while!"
Xiaodie walked downstairs in her pajamas, took off a red ribbon from the landscape tree at the corner of the stairs, wrapped the ribbon around her neck, and tied a beautiful bow.
In the bedroom, Wen Shijue had already gone into the bathroom. He was very tired today. Dealing with such occasions was not his strong point in the first place, but in this world, there were some scenes that he had to deal with.
Under the shower, the warm water washed away Wen Shijue's tiredness.
The bathroom door suddenly opened.
Wen Shijue turned around and his eyes widened in disbelief: "Xiaodie, you..."
"Happy birthday! Wen Shijue!" Xiaodie came over, wearing only a beautiful ribbon bow on her neck.
In the mist of mist, she had a beautiful face and a determined expression. She was not posing, but her figure exuded an innate enchantment.
Wen Shijue froze under the shower, and his body immediately reacted, full of yearning and desire for this delicate body with a pink sheen.
Xiaodie was still approaching, with a dreamy expression on her face. Wen Shijue had even smelled the fragrance of her body, but Wen Shijue did not let himself fall. He pretended to be calm and said: "Xiaodie, do you have a fever?