She tried hard to open her eyes, but even breathing was so laborious and weak.
"Zhuo Jian?"
The man's tight voice and his broad, cool chest made her gradually see him.
It was blurry, but she woke up.
"Fu Yanye."
She was hoarse.
"It's me, how are you?"
"Fu Yanye, are you back?"
Her hand slowly reached towards his face, touching his cold outline, and hot tears flowed down inexplicably.
Like, Fu Yanye.
The person in front of you.
"it's me."
Fu Yanye looked at her weak and pale appearance, held her hand and responded in a low voice.
They were in the car and Yuan Man was driving.
When she arrived at the hospital, Zhuo Jian was completely awake, but the skin on her forehead was bruised and the blood was dry.
Fu Yanye held her in his arms and sat behind him. The moment she smiled, he finally did what he had not dared to do for a long time.
He held her tightly in his arms.
It's hypoglycemia.
After the examination, the doctor told her, "The pregnant woman's condition is poor and it is best to stay away from other people."
After hearing this, Fu Yanye lowered his head and looked at Zhuo Jian.
He thought that he was indeed careless.
He will set his eyes on her from now on
Zhuo Jian looked up at Fu Yanye and saw that he was also looking at her, and a warm feeling filled her heart more and more.
She couldn't help but hold his hand and pull him to her side.
She felt like she had found a treasure.
But at a certain moment, she caught his look.
have no choice.
Zhuo Jian's hand loosened unconsciously.
But Fu Yanye held her hand instead.
"Have you ever fainted before?"
The doctor saw the couple flirting with each other and thought they were worried about being comforted, so he didn't think much about it.
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses, glanced at it, and recalled before, "Once."
"Then you need to pay more attention. Your constitution is already weak. You must pay attention to your diet after you go back. Eat small meals frequently, and sit up more slowly. If it is more serious, you will need to be hospitalized for drug treatment."
The doctor reminded.
Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"This is what I should do. By the way, you don't have insomnia and palpitations, right?"
The doctor suddenly asked again.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.
Occasionally having insomnia, she thought to herself that it had nothing to do with pregnancy hypoglycemia, it was just that she was overthinking things.
She will pay attention in the future.
Head hurts.
I put a band-aid on it, but it still hurts.
On the way back, she couldn't help but raise her hand to touch it.
Fu Yanye sat next to her and took her hand, "Don't touch it."
"It's a little itchy."
It hurts and itches.
Fu Yanye held her hand, looked at the place where she had the band-aid on, and said, "Lower it."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head subconsciously.
Fu Yanye came closer and took a look, "Didn't the doctor say it will hurt for a few days? Just bear with it."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, aggrieved.
Tell her to be lower down, and then tell her this?
Fu Yanye looked at her aggrieved look with dark eyes, and his heart boiled.
He held her hand a little tight.
Zhuo Jian wanted to withdraw, but couldn't.
He didn't seem to have any intention of letting her go.