Huangfu looked at her coldly at night, her delicate face slid through a trace of hot tears, and her clear eyes were full of persistence, heroism, and strong hatred!

She hated him terribly!

Probably because he took the most precious thing in her life last night.

Looking at the wound on her face, her red teary eyes, and her heart, she couldn't bear it, after all, she was innocent.

……

"Bang bang" the man's palm clapped.

In the next second, Fauber appeared at the door of the room: "Master!"

"Call a few maids, boil hot water, prepare antipyretic patches, antipyretics, anti-inflammatories, and ...... Wash a few pieces of ginger, something spicy, and get some alcohol. ”

"Miss Ann, she ......"

"I can't die yet. Huangfu said lightly, as if he didn't care.

"I see. Fauber nodded.

The room where An Xiaolin lived began to get busy.

The maids went in and out, hot water and wiped their bodies, fed medicine, pasted fever-reducing patches, and rubbed blood vessels with alcohol, all methods were exhausted, and finally, the maid held ginger soup and looked at Huangfu Ye worriedly: "Master, Miss An seems to have fainted, she vomited a lot just now when she fed antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, and now this ginger soup can't be fed at all." ”

Huangfu Ye's eyes swept over, and the maid who spoke hurriedly stepped back: "It's me who is useless." ”

"Give it to me!" Huangfu Ye stretched out his hand, and the maid hurriedly handed him the ginger soup.

Huangfu asked the maid to help An Xiaolin up and half on her back, and carefully fed two spoons with a spoon, but her mouth never opened, the pupils of her eyes were tightly closed, and the long and curly eyelashes were densely covered, casting a fan-shaped shadow.

I don't know if it's uncomfortable or a nightmare, but under the cicada-like eyelids, there are restless rolling eyes, and the thin cyan blood vessels on them are also clearly visible.

Her face was red, but her lips were unusually pale, and she looked so thin at the moment, like a grain of sand in her hand, whether she let go or clenched it, she was about to fall.

The strange feeling made Huangfu Ye a little puzzled.

Maybe it's because of her innocence?

Staring at the bowl of ginger soup for a while, Huangfu Ye took a faint breath, then raised his head and took a big sip into it......

The maids next to her hurriedly covered their mouths one by one and stopped the sound of surprise.

He glanced coldly at the surprised maid and said, "All out." ”

The maid did not dare to object, and silently withdrew.

Huangfu concocted it in the same way, a bowl of ginger soup, and soon fed it all to An Xiaolin, and when he took the last bite, he kissed her delicate and hot lips, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time.

This feeling surprised even him.

After feeding the ginger soup, he carefully placed her on the soft pillow, and turned off the incandescent lamp in the room, leaving only the orange bedside lamp.

In the light, her snarky face sank into the pillow, and her dark hair was scattered around her face.

The hair is so black, the skin is so white, and when you look at it in one place, the contrast is even more obvious.

She frowned, it should be very uncomfortable, right?

He muttered in his mouth, as if he was talking in his sleep, screaming in pain, and calling for his mother.

Mom?

It should be nice to have relatives, family, and people to worry about, right?

It's just that he has forgotten this feeling a little, his mother's face, he has long forgotten, how long has he not seen his mother's portrait? ten years? Or twenty years?

"Pain, pain, cold ......" An Xiaolin unconsciously made a cat-like sound.

He replaced the handkerchief on her forehead, soaked it in water, wrung it out, and put it back on.

After being busy for a while, An Xiaolin's flushed cheeks slowly dissipated some redness, and some beads of sweat also secreted from her forehead and the tip of her nose.

She was drenched in the rain and suffered the cold in the ice cellar, and it was most suitable to use hot ginger soup to ward off the cold.

The air conditioner in the room was turned off, covering the thick futon, An Xiaolin was sweating, and his clothes were also soaked.

changed clothes, remedicated the wound, and fed her a big bowl of ginger soup, and when she finally got better, he was relieved.

This night, it was ginger soup and antipyretics, and Huangfu personally kept watch until dawn at night, and he didn't leave until she finally stabilized.

*

"Miss An, Miss An......" In a daze, An Xiaolin was shaken awake by the maid.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the maid holding a bowl of brown ginger soup in her hand and handing it to her, and said, "Miss An, drink the last bowl of ginger soup again, sweat, and you'll be fine." ”

After drinking ginger soup, An Xiaolin breathed a sigh of relief, although her body was still very weak, she was very fortunate to be able to pick up a life.

"Miss An, let's have a bowl of porridge. You just had a fever, you need to eat light!" Another maid half-squatted in front of An Xiaolin with a tray, and said in a gentle voice.

"Did you take care of me all night last night?" An Xiaolin asked again, she remembered that the maid who took care of her last night was very careful, and kept changing the wet veil on her forehead to cool down, but she was strange, she had such a high fever, why didn't the man send her to the hospital?

"It's the master who is taking care of you, and the master won't let us in!" Lan Hai said again.

"Really?" An Xiaolin was even more strange, but in her heart, she seemed to have been touched by something, was it the stubborn man who took care of her last night?

"Yes, last night, An Xiaoyou burned so badly that you couldn't feed anything, the ginger soup that the master personally fed you. Lan Hai said a few more words, probably because he thought An Xiaolin was easy to get along with, so he also relaxed a little.

"He may be afraid that I will die and not get the key!" An Xiaolin sighed and shook her head.