She just came out in the middle of the night to pour a glass of water, but was caught by Miss Ye and helped make a bowl of noodles for the Lord. If the Lord knew about this, she would not be able to stay here.
Thinking of this, the servant put down the cooked noodles in his hand, bent down, and pushed Ye Kui on the sofa. "Miss Ye."
Slowly.
Ye Kui opened her eyes and her eyes fell on the cooked noodles on the coffee table. "It's done? Thank you."
After picking up the noodles, Ye Kui stopped again as soon as she took a step. "Good night."
The servant looked up and looked at the touching smile on Ye Kui's face, and his heart suddenly became warm. After spending time together, they privately felt that Miss Ye was very good, approachable, and would not deliberately make things difficult for them.
These servants.
Going upstairs.
Ye Kui put the noodles on the bedside table and pushed Zhuo Xinren, who was resting on the bed with his eyes closed. Suddenly, his wrist was suddenly locked. With a force, she groaned and frowned.
"Zhuo Xinren, what nerves are you experiencing?"
Zhuo Xinren opened his eyes, and the whites of his eyes were covered with blood, with a hint of dark red.
He spoke, his throat was filled with hoarseness. "You have used it for too long to cook noodles, which is what you should bear."
Ye Kui rubbed her red wrists and felt the unusually hotness in Zhuo Xinren's palms. Her brows frowned slightly.
Is it the wound inflamed?
However, she naturally would not go forward to check whether his wound was really inflamed, so as not to end up with a kind heart that would not be rewarded again.
"Zhuo Xinren, how many people should be trying to kill you? You have already suffered from paranoia. I just pushed you gently and wanted to wake you up, but I didn't expect that my wrist would almost be twisted by you.
It's broken."
Zhuo Xinren glanced at Ye Kui and did not speak.
He lay on the bed, the quilt covered under his chest.
Ye Kui looked at Zhuo Xinren's face not good, and couldn't help but ask, "The noodles are ready, don't you plan to get up and taste them?"
Zhuo Xinren did not respond to Ye Kui's words, but kept lying quietly on the bed, his breathing was a bit rapid and heavy.
The room was very quiet.
It was quiet, and only Zhuo Xinren's breathing was heard.
Ye Kui sat by the bed, her wrist was locked by Zhuo Xinren and she could not move.
Zhuo Xinren was not sleeping soundly, and he frowned from time to time. His face was extremely pale, and crystal clear sweat beads oozed out of his eyebrows and slowly rolled down.
His brows were tightly frowned into the character "Chuan", and his hands clasped on Ye Kui's wrists, and subconsciously tightened them.
Raise your head.
Ye Kui's eyes fell on Zhuo Xinren's face. Are you having a nightmare?
She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, and her white and shiny fingers fell on his forehead, touching a sticky sweat and the scorching and terrifying temperature.
Retract your hand.
Ye Kui showed a hint of unbearableness on her face.
The wound was inflamed and caused fever, so he must be very uncomfortable now.
Pulling away the hand that was buckled on her wrist, Ye Kui stood up and walked to the bathroom to bring out a basin of cold water.
Bend down and wrinkle the towel in the basin.
Ye Kui held the towel, wiped the sweat beads on Zhuo Xinren's face, and folded the towel into a square and laid it on his forehead.
Zhuo Xinren did not wake up, but kept muttering to himself, trying to wake up struggling from the nightmare, with a very painful expression.