An Qi realized belatedly that Feng Jiuci was just looking for something to say.
She asked Feng Jiuci, "Are you bored?"
"Kind of."
"How about I bring the computer over and find you a TV show to watch?"
"No." Feng Jiuci refused, "I have a headache. Please tell me about your life recently. I just want to listen to people talk quietly for a while."
"oh."
An Qi is not a person who is good at chatting. She racked her brains to think of interesting things in her recent life, and then she discovered...
"My life is nothing to talk about. I go to and from school every day, and when I have work, I take time to work after school. I rarely live in dormitories now, and most of the time I go back to live in the community."
"On weekends, my mother occasionally comes to stay with me for two days. During the day, we go to the supermarket to buy groceries, and then cook together... That's it, nothing special."
Turned his head.
He found that Feng Jiuci was already asleep on the bed.
"..."
An Qi pulled the quilt away from him a little.
People with high fever cannot wear such a strong mask, as it will not easily dissipate heat.
She went to get a basin of warm water, poured water in with a towel, wiped Feng Jiuci's palms and neck, and helped him physically cool down.
Finish these.
She twisted the towel into a semi-dry state and placed it on his forehead.
Feng Jiuci didn't sleep peacefully, and kept frowning. An Qi sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out her hand to smooth his eyebrows, "Look carefully, he looks quite handsome, but his personality is a bit off."
An Qi, a qualified nurse, busily used a towel to physically cool him down, and waited on him for a full hour.
An hour.
Perhaps it was because the medicine had taken effect, there was a layer of sweat on his forehead and his body was feeling warm.
Sweating means the fever is gone.
An Qi reached out and touched his forehead. The temperature of the skin under her hand was indeed not as hot as before.
An Qi was about to retract her hand, but her wrist suddenly tightened.
"Feng Jiuci, are you awake?"
"mom!"
Feng Jiuci didn't wake up. He seemed to be having a nightmare, his brows were furrowed tightly, and he kept mumbling in his sleep. It was like he had a piece of candy in his throat, and his words were a little slurred. An Qi leaned her head over and listened carefully.
It took me a while to hear what he was shouting.
"Mom...don't go, don't go!"
"..."
She lowered her head.
I saw that the corners of Feng Jiuci's eyes were a little moist.
An Qi was stunned.
Until now that I have known Feng Jiuci, Feng Jiuci has always had a carefree personality. He seems to have endless energy and is cheerful every day. An Qi has never seen him look sad.
And now.
He was obviously asleep.
An Qi felt that he was very sad.
"Don't go...don't go."
An Qi looked at the clenched wrist and her heart softened. She sat down on the edge of the bed again. She hesitated for a moment, then held Feng Jiuci's hand with her backhand and comforted her softly, "I won't leave."
"Mom...Mom, don't do this to me."
On the bed.
Feng Jiuci wrinkled his facial features, looking painful and a bit fragile.
Good people, let's do it to the end.
An Qi imitated her mother's comforting movements when she had nightmares when she was a child. She stretched out her hand and patted Feng Jiuci's shoulder gently, "Jiuci, be good. Mom is here. Mom is not going anywhere. Mom will be right to you."
Hello."
"..."
Feng Jiuci, who was sleeping, seemed to hear her comfort. His frown slightly relaxed, and his expression gradually calmed down, "Mom... Jiu Ci, be good, Jiu Ci will be obedient, don't give up Jiu Ci...
…”
In an instant.
An Qi felt mixed emotions in her heart, and she felt more self-blame.
Feng Jiuci knew her family well and helped her a lot. As a friend of Feng Jiuci, she only knew that he had a good relationship with Mr. Feng.
She knew very little about other family members in his home.
Think about it carefully.
After knowing him for such a long time, it seemed that she had never heard Feng Jiuci mention his parents.
His situation...
Why does he look a bit like an abandoned child, so pitiful.
Does he have a bad relationship with his mother?
An Qi was puzzled.
…
Feng Jiuci woke up in the middle of the night.
When he woke up, there was only a small bedside lamp turned on in the room.
When is it?
Feng Jiuci struggled to sit up, turned to look at the mobile phone on the bedside table, turned on the screen and saw that it was already three in the morning.
Not only did An Xiaoqi not send him back, she even let him stay overnight.
Feng Jiuci hey hey silly music.
but……
Where is Angie?
Feng Jiuci lifted the quilt and felt that he was covered in sweat and wet. He glanced around the room and didn't see An Qi. He was about to get out of bed and go to the living room to take a look when he saw the curtains suddenly move.
For a moment.
Feng Jiuci remembered something.
He quietly got out of bed and walked to the window, raised the curtains, and sure enough he saw An Qi curled up, covered with a fluffy blanket, sleeping soundly on the bay window behind the curtains.
Feng Jiuci laughed silently.
He remembered the last time An Qi got drunk and he took care of her at her house. He was so tired that he rested against the bay window.
The bay window is only over one meter long and not wide enough.
An Qi was obviously not sleeping well when she was lying on it.
Feng Jiuci fell into a crazy struggle in his heart.
"Should I put her to bed and sleep? Just hold her... What if An Xiaoqi wakes up and throws her over her shoulder due to conditioned reflex? My sick little body won't be able to bear it."
"But, if she sleeps like this, not only will she feel uncomfortable, she may also catch a cold."
Feng Jiuci automatically ignored the option to wake up An Qi.
He hesitated for three seconds.
Finally, he mustered up the courage to bend down and gently lift An Qi up in his arms.
Feng Jiuci remained motionless, subconsciously holding his breath and concentrating.
One second.
Two seconds.
Five seconds passed...
An Qi didn't wake up.
Feng Jiuci's heart relaxed slightly. He took small steps and gently carried An Qi to the bed. Then he tried not to disturb her and gently put her on the bed.
Touching the bed, An Qi mumbled something, turned over, and lay down comfortably on her side to sleep.
Feng Jiuci wiped his sweat.
"Look, the child was so frightened... that the beating caused psychological trauma."
Feng Jiu resigned from the sink and washed his face.
Being young is good, and you will recover quickly from illness. After the fever subsides, you can wash your face and feel refreshed immediately.
Feng Jiuci was reluctant to leave.
He returned to the bedroom again.
On the big bed, An Qi's hair was a little messy, her mouth was slightly open, and her sleeping posture was obedient and cute.
Feng Jiuci brushed her hair away from her face.
"An Xiaoqi, An Xiaoqi, this young master has really fallen into your hands. In the past, you thought you were just ordinary, with no sparkle at all. Now you look at me and you don't like me."
Feng Jiuci shook his head, "I don't know if I was blind before or now...why the more I look at you, the more I think you are pretty."
"..."
Of course An Qi, who was asleep, couldn't answer him.
Feng Jiuci stared at An Qi with a crazy look on his face.
I can't get enough of it.
From every angle, I think she is impeccably beautiful.
I don't know how long it took, but Feng Jiuci's eyes were sore. He looked at the dim sky, feeling a little unable to hold on and wanted to sleep again. He looked at the small bay window, and then at the huge window next to An Qi.
Empty beds.
Then……
Without hesitation, he lifted the quilt and lay down next to An Qi.