She seemed to see her mother, but it was just her back, leaving her eyes.
The figure walked very quickly and disappeared into the darkness almost instantly.
She spread her fingers and tried to grab it, but what she caught was nothingness.
"Don't go...don't go..."
Tears flowed freely.
She was crying very sadly, but also very real.
It was not like the way she used her tears to deceive him and cheat him.
Rather, it is truly tragic, like a cub that has lost the care of its mother.
Lu Yan lowered his head and kissed her unstoppable tears, then reached out to catch her hand that was struggling to lift up, as if she wanted to grab something.
The weak, boneless little hands were cold and cold.
It seems like no matter how much I cover it, it doesn't get warm.
But she suddenly stopped making trouble, and just shivered in his arms, without letting go of her hands, intertwined with his.
"Be good, don't cry. Take a nap and everything will be fine when you wake up... Be good..."
Showing the patience and gentleness he showed towards Jingjing, Lu Yan treated her like a daughter, holding her in his arms and comforting her.
I just barely sang her a lullaby.
However, since the two of them held hands together, Bo Jinghan stopped making trouble.
Although the tears were still flowing, the person calmed down, and there was even a touch of softness on the corner of his mouth.
It was as if she had dreamed of something that made her very satisfied.
Warm lights shrouded the bedside.
The lamp is full of shadows, and a pair of excellent figures reflect a gentle and affectionate intimacy under this silent light, and seem to compose the charming and peaceful tranquility of the years.
Lu Yan kept the same posture, just sitting there.
When the drip was finished, he skillfully pulled out the needle.
Then he took a thermometer and took her temperature.
Compared with the previous high fever of nearly 40 degrees, although the temperature now is still burning, it can be considered to have dropped.
After removing an ice pack and putting it on her, Lu Yan turned the little girl over and laid her flat on the bed. He picked up the alcohol cotton ball that Wang Tingwan had given him before and gently wiped her back to cool her down.
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If you think about it carefully, this action and scene are quite ambiguous and sexy.
In particular, Bo Jinghan would make one or two sounds, almost like a groan, due to the cold feeling of ironing against his hot skin.
Groaning lowly.
But Lu Yan did it meticulously, cleanly and elegantly.
The black eyes that were burning with fire were very pure, without any uncontrollable desire.
But when she whispered softly, his fingers holding the alcohol cotton ball would freeze slightly for half a second unconsciously.
Indeed, it is understandable that there are some physiological needs for attraction and love between men and women.
But at this moment, the kind of pity and favor radiating from the depths of his heart has covered up the most primitive desires like beasts.
It's not conquest, it's not possession.
Rather, careful consideration and care are expressed in full, deep and inadvertently.
It is more real and affectionate than the lingering love between the beds!
But he didn't know that the seeds of this lingering affection had already sprouted...
After a session of tossing, her body temperature dropped a lot and her breathing stabilized, but she still shivered from time to time.
Looking at that pitiful little face that could melt people's hearts, Lu Yan took a deep breath, took off her clothes, climbed into bed, and hugged her.
As if she had found warm comfort, she slowly fell into sleep.
