It's cold......

Ye Miaomiao curled up in the quilt, her spirit was poor and she was groggy every day, she couldn't tell when she fell asleep or what was hazy.

Motionless, she didn't dare to move and couldn't move.

I am afraid that a slight movement will cause bleeding below, and every drop of blood that flows out will make her feel distressed and unable to breathe, and the pain can still be to this extent.

She once thought that for Si Yechen's distressed feeling, it was already the most unbearable and unbearable, and her heart was torn apart piece by piece. But now, the feeling of distress is even more unbearable, and there is a darkness of despair.

Why is it so cold?

It seems that no matter how much the quilt is covered, she will not feel warm, even if the room is already warm, she will still feel cold and unbearable.

In the box, her body was tumbling with the suitcase, and it hit her countless times......

There was a rush of heat coming out of her body, and she tried to stop, but the suitcase was out of her control, and it kept crashing against something, and the pain spread.

"Hmmm......"

The cold and ruthless yet familiar voice belongs to Si Yechen!

It was another nightmare, Ye Miaomiao's body curled up into a ball, trembling slightly, and re-sinking into the nightmare of being robbed by a yuan last time, packed in the suitcase, being kicked, hitting objects, and in pain.

That time, he obviously heard the voices of Si Yechen and Ling Feihuang, although he couldn't see the two of them, how could he hear their voices wrong?

Ye Miaomiao trembled, and her hands were hard to protect her abdomen, don't lose his son!

The body warmed up and stopped the impact, surrounded by a soft warmth that enveloped her inside. In a cold sweat, she woke up from a nightmare, her clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and she was wet and wrapped around her body, which was very uncomfortable.

She raised her hand, and she really wanted to take off her clothes, even if she didn't change into clean clothes, she couldn't continue to sleep in clothes soaked with cold sweat.

It doesn't matter if she's sick, but if she gets sick again, catching a cold, it will be difficult for this son to keep.

Ye Miaomiao raised her hand and put it down weakly, one arm was broken, and only one arm could move.

Someone gently hugged her from behind, unbuttoned her clothes, and the movements were so gentle and light that they would hurt her or not want to disturb her sleep.

Who is it?

Ye Miaomiao didn't ask, but secretly thought, maybe it was a special care, right?

When the little bee accompanied her, there was also a companion to take care of her, and now the little bee seems to be gone, and there should be 24-hour special care by her side.

The fresh and good smell, the lotus-like fragrance, and the fragrance of lotus leaves, are a little indescribable. There seemed to be a slight smell of tobacco, but she didn't have the spirit to tell it.

The wet clothes were taken off from her, and the warm towel gently wiped every inch of her skin, making her feel more comfortable.

There was a faint light, but she didn't want to open her eyes, and she didn't have the strength to move, so she lay quietly on the bed and waited for the special care to take care of her.

Her soaked clothes were taken off, and she was wearing only a long nightgown that covered her knees.

Because there is a precursor of miscarriage, there is something underneath to prevent the blood from contaminating the sheets and more.

Wipe the body clean, and soon be covered with a quilt, the quilt is so soft and warm, with body temperature. Ye Miaomiao thought, this special care is really good, careful, gentle and considerate, even the newly changed quilt was made very warm in advance, with a temperature that made her feel comfortable.

A dressing gown, also with a hot temperature, draped over her.

The special care was gentle and cautious, as if he was worried that a little too much movement would disturb her sleep or make the child uncomfortable.

"Thank you."

Ye Miaomiao muttered, closed her eyes and faintly passed.

The faint light was still there, and the special guard picked her up and placed her on another bed, which was dry and warm underneath, too comfortable.

This taste......

Suddenly, she felt that the smell that surrounded her was somewhat familiar, very much like the smell of some demon.

It must be an illusion!

Si Yechen wanted to get rid of the child in her belly last time, and felt that this son was a wild seed and a shame for him, if it was him, how could he treat her so gently?

"Devil get out of the ......"

She whispered, waving her only not-so-perfect hand, a movement that made her body even more sore, and her arm hung limply.

The man hugged her tenderly, the faint lights went out, and the surroundings sank into darkness again.

"It must be a delusion, it can't be a demon."

Ye Miaomiao said softly, there were still many places in pain all over her body, and she didn't know how heavy the injury was. She never asked how many injuries she had suffered, and she only cared about the child in her belly.

A warm hand slowly stroked her back through the nightgown, so warm and intimate, transmitting warmth to her. She grunted, trying to get close to the warm body, but she couldn't move, only squirmed slightly.

The man's body was close to her, his movements still as cautious, hugging her into a warm embrace.

Ye Miaomiao's head turned slightly, and she found a comfortable position in the person's shoulder socket, and soon became hazy and sleepy.

It seems to be the kind of smell that is unique to him, and it is different from everyone else.

She smiled bitterly, maybe she was too innocent and had too few men, so she didn't know what a man should smell like.

Several men who know and entangle her have their own unique atmosphere, Demon Chen is a lotus leaf-like fragrance, and the rotten peach blossom has a slightly charming lavender and what aroma is mixed together. Fengyu's body is always surrounded by a very inexplicable smell, and she still doesn't know what kind of smell it is.

It won't be Si Yechen's!

He should be lying on the bed of the little princess of the Ling family now, hugging Ling Feihuang's slender and beautiful waist!

Thinking of this, Ye Miaomiao's mood was extremely low, and her mood was dark and there was no light.

The warm big hand slowly caressed her abdomen again and again, making her feel safe and comfortable, and she was reluctant to leave.

I don't know how long it has been, she fell asleep in the gentle touch, this time the nightmare did not come back to haunt her, and she slept very soundly and calmly.

"Meow Meow ......"

Si Yechen's big hand was placed on Ye Miaomiao's abdomen, and he screamed with pain and apology, but his voice was as thin as a gnat, and even he couldn't hear it clearly.

I don't want to disturb her rest, or even let her know that he's by her side!

I wanted to say sorry to her, but for many years he had never said "sorry" to anyone, let alone a woman.

Si Yechen smiled bitterly, who would believe that the famous and ruthless Night Demon would secretly climb into the bed of a sick and weak woman in the middle of the night and take care of her like this?