The lips are the softest place, and you can feel the faint warmth in the deepest part of the back of her cold hands.
The man's eyes were slightly closed, as if he was holding his breath and feeling the temperature on the back of the woman's hand.
At that moment, my heart that had been tense for a long time was relaxed and relaxed.
The woman in front of her was sleeping like an exquisite ceramic doll, with a faint breath overflowing in the quiet room.
She didn't know that when she said the words she hated him, her bright red blood was like a hot slurry that swallowed him hard.
Zhuo Xinren slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on Ye Kui. "Ye Kui, I allow this to exist, so don't hate me, nor do you hate me."
At this moment, a crisp knock on the door started.
Zhuo Xinren took his eyes back from Ye Kui for a long time, and gently put her hand back into the quilt and tucked it in. "Come in."
The servant carrying the soup medicine slowly walked in and subconsciously looked at the unconscious sleeping face on the bed. "Master, the soup medicine has been stewed."
Of course, they who are servants cannot care about the affairs of the Lord.
However, it is rare to see that their master care about a woman. Besides, Miss Ye is much better than Milf Ye, which makes everyone's servants secretly expect that Miss Ye will succeed one day.
For their mistress.
Zhuo Xinren stretched out his hand and signaled the servant to hand over the medicine.
Seeing this.
The servant immediately placed the tray on the bed cabinet, picked up the decoction, and handed the decoction carefully to Zhuo Xinren with a respectful expression.
Take the decoction.
Zhuo Xinren waved his hand and signaled the servant to retreat.
He held the spoon, stirred the soup gently, and tried the temperature.
Put the medicine in the tray on the bed cabinet.
Zhuo Xinren stood up, held Ye Kui in his arms, held her shoulder with one hand, and spooned the medicine with the other hand and slowly poked it along Ye Kui's lips.
Some medicines overflowed along the corner of Ye Kui's mouth.
The man stretched out his hand, took out a tissue, and wiped the medicine overflowing from the corner of her mouth.
From his clumsy movements at the beginning to his proficiency, and even careful care, Zhuo Xinren was completely unaware that he had made a complete change for Ye Kui.
Zhuo Xinren has a cleanliness, which is a fact that everyone knows.
If someone touches his body, no matter whether it is intentional or intentional, he will pay a heavy price.
Every time, no matter whether he finished his meal or held a gun, Lea would immediately step forward and wipe his hands carefully with a hot towel.
Now.
Zhuo Xinren hugged Ye Kui. Even though the medicine was poured on him, his expression still remained unchanged, and he didn't even frown.
Ye Kui is very weak now.
After Zhuo Xinren fed the medicine, he placed Ye Kui on the bed.
He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, guarding Ye Kui.
The sky gradually darkened.
The rich fog gradually condensed, and the depression and gloomy aura was even stronger than the daytime.
On the snow-white bed, Ye Kui frowned and her chapped lips tightly. "Child...child?"
Ye Kui in a coma, her dream dominated her consciousness. She stretched out her hand and wanted to hold on to something tightly. But the nothingness she felt when the hands tightly pulled in made her unable to suppress it anymore.
He started sobbing softly.
In the quiet room, there seemed to be no such thing as a wail, hitting Zhuo Xinren's heart more powerfully than wailing.