Jian Yixi looked at it for a long time, and there was no trace of Qian Weiyan getting up. He stood up immediately and walked towards her.
He originally hated getting close to women, but now, he didn't know what force drove him to take the initiative to get close to women. This was simply beyond everyone's imagination, and it was even beyond his own imagination.
When he approached Qian Weiran, he noticed that her face looked particularly ugly, and her brows furrowed even more for no reason. He subconsciously stretched out his long and beautiful hand and carefully placed it on her forehead. His face darkened and he secretly said: Fever
Already?
Her eyes unconsciously followed her heart and moved downwards. Her clothes were almost all wet. She had worn them for so long. Was this woman stupid or just wanted to die?
Jian Yixi really had no choice. How could he be so unlucky that he fell in love with Qiu Liluo's fiancée? Did he have to change her clothes?
…
Jian Yixi's face became even uglier after thinking about it, so she slapped her cheek harder, trying to wake her up, but it seemed to have no effect at all...
"Hot... so hot... so uncomfortable..."
Her dry lips kept mumbling, and her face seemed to have never returned to its normal color. It was always red like the sunset on the horizon.
Seeing her in pain, his heart suddenly couldn't be hardened, because her appearance reminded him of himself in the past. When he was a child, he had a 39-degree fever and was thrown into the house. No one would care about him.
Leave him alone.
If not, the aunt who came on time discovered him, I'm afraid he would have been burned to death...
Perhaps, it is precisely because what Qian Weiran is suffering now is exactly what he has experienced before. He knows the feeling of helplessness and loss. If he just sits back and does nothing, he may not be able to bear it.
He was helpless...
He could only stretch out his arms, wrap his arms around her waist, and directly hug Qian Weiran horizontally. The moment he touched her body, he couldn't help but be shocked. Her body was so cold.
She was quite tolerant. He didn't know why Qian Weiran didn't speak to him. Anyway, he knew she was stupid.
That’s why he’s so careless about life and death.
At this moment, Jian Yixi had carried her into the bedroom inside and put her on the bed.
However, the moment Jian Yixi put her down, Qian Wei's cold little hands hugged Jian Yixi's waist tightly, as if she was holding a warm embrace and didn't want to leave.
Jian Yixi's face darkened and she didn't know what to do... She hugged his waist tightly, as if she never thought about letting go...
Jian Yixi is very embarrassed now. If I had known that she would be so difficult to deal with, I would have been soft-hearted and hugged her in. Now this look... really makes Jian Yixi feel a little unprepared...
Jian Yixi once tried to pry away Qian Weiran's small hand that was tightly grasping her waist, but there seemed to be no way... There was no way he could force her hand away...
What's the current situation? Originally, it was Jian Yixi who wanted to put her on the bed... Who knew, she would hug her tightly... Jian Yixi could only use one arm and a half to prevent her own weight from crushing her.
He held his body up to avoid being pressed against Qian Weiran's body...
Jian Yixi didn't expect that Qian Weiran's body would be so cold, which made him a little depressed. If the responsibility was investigated, half of the responsibility really belongs to him.