Duan Hanting made Rong Yin a cup of brown sugar ginger tea, looked at her sideways, and saw her flushed side face.

He couldn't help but hand her the cup, "Such a big person, still shy." ”

Rong Yin was slightly stunned, raised his head, and made a narrow face to the upper section of Hanting.

The sudden kiss just now directly disturbed her heart and made her whole person a little bad.

But Duan Hanting's ridicule pulled her back from her anxiety again.

She couldn't help glaring at him, took the cup from his hand, poured a few sips of brown sugar ginger tea into her mouth, the hot and spicy taste slipped directly into the stomach through the stomach, and only then did it make it more comfortable, Rongyin took a long breath, feeling that she had finally come to life.

"How's it going, are you feeling better?"

Rong Yin nodded.

Duan Hanting went out and brought back a thermometer and a few boxes of antipyretics after a while.

"Here, take your temperature."

Rong Yin was prone to fever when he came to menstruation before, and Duan Hanting was very familiar with these processes.

After clipping the thermometer to Rongyin, he took off his blazer, revealing the pale cyan vest inside, with a white shirt, which was indescribably good-looking, he didn't tie it, and the buttons on it were unbuttoned, and the Adam's apple and collarbone were unusual.

Rong Yin watched his Adam's apple roll, and he inexplicably stalked his throat, and turned his face away unnaturally.

Duan Hanting didn't notice it at all, he rolled up his sleeves, walked to the side of the wash basin, soaked the towel in warm water, and wrung it out.

On his wrist, he also wears a Patek Philippe, which she gave him.

I remember that she was jealous of Lu Qingqing for this piece of Patek Philippe, but now that I think about it, it was really naïve at that time.

Duan Hanting walked over with a towel, looked up at the clock, and said, "It's almost, I'll take out the thermometer and take a look." ”

Rong Yin took out the thermometer and wanted to look at it himself, but was snatched away by Duan Hanting, raised it and glanced at it, "37 degrees 5." ”

"I said it was a low-grade fever, it's not a big deal, I'll rest for a while, and I'll be fine if I sweat."

"That's going to have to be physically cooled down, too."

Duan Hanting looked very understanding, and looked more like a doctor than Rong Yin.

Due to the limited space, he sat down directly on the sofa and moved Rongyin's legs to his own lap.

Rong Yin was taken aback, subconsciously propped up the sofa with his hands, and looked at him with wide eyes, "You...... What are you doing? ”

"Cool you down."

Duan Hanting said that he was rational and vigorous, sat down, and began to lift the hem of Rongyin's skirt and wipe her legs with a towel......

Offended by this move, Ei-in lowered her skirt and tried to retract her legs, annoyed and angry.

"Duan Hanting, what are you doing!"

Duan Hanting grabbed her leg and frowned, "Don't move, be honest." ”

“……”

He's not happy anymore.

Rongyin's head hurts, what kind of commander is this, the whole child is a living soil. Bandits, or the kind that specializes in flirting ~ women from good families!

But Duan Hanting looked really serious.

He lowered his eyes, took off her shoes and socks, and wiped her body with a warm towel, I have to say, it was quite comfortable.

Rong Yin held the hot brown sugar ginger tea, looked at the person in front of him in a little confusion, and some scenes began to appear in his mind.

People in the military have always been careless, and Lian'er often complained to her that Li Feng didn't understand the amorous feelings, and he had a straight intestine to the end, and if he didn't tell him clearly, he wouldn't know anything, let alone ask you for warmth, so he had to tell him directly.

But Duan Hanting is okay at this point, probably because he studied in Germany, he was influenced by a little Western gentleman, and he has a good way of playing romance, and he himself has high emotional intelligence, and he can detect her emotions and some of her physical conditions.

He is very busy at work, but every time she is sick or unwell because of her period, no matter how busy she is, he will find time to go home to accompany her, take care of her, and even serve her personally, massage her, serve her tea and water, and even wash her feet.

In other people's homes, the wives serve their husbands; In their family, Duan Hanting really didn't let her serve much, but served her more.

At that time, it was just ordinary.

While thinking about it, Duan Hanting couldn't help but start counting her down over there, "You, you just don't pay attention to your body and keep warm, it's already late autumn, and you still wear it, isn't it too cold?" Put on your wool pants when you go back, do you hear? ”

He chattered for a long time, but didn't get the slightest response, and when he turned his head, he saw Rongyin looking at him blankly.

Her peach blossom-like eyes are full of many emotions, both quiet and sad.

Duan Hanting only felt as if his heart had been slammed, sour and numb, as if something bitter had been injected.

He raised his hand and touched her face, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "Silly? ”

Rong Yin came back to his senses abruptly, and turned his head away.

Her heart throbbed, her lips trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes for a long time before swallowing the astringency in her heart.

It's really unproductive.

She scolded herself fiercely in her heart.

What has already passed, what is the need to recall; have been separated from the feelings, what else is worth recalling.

Rong Yin slightly tugged the corners of his lower lip, raised his head, and forced himself to look at Duan Hanting's eyes, smiling impeccably.

"Young Marshal Lao cares, I can take care of myself. If you're in good hands, go back as soon as possible. ”

She wanted to remove her leg from his, but he was tightly held in his arms, and ended up in an embarrassing situation of "half-body".

Duan Hanting's inky eyes stared at Rong Yin tightly, looking at her intently.

"I'm finally here, can you bear to drive me away like this?"

Rong Yin couldn't help laughing, and became cold for a second, "I really don't have anything to bear." Thanks for your brown sugar ginger tea, you're good to go. ”

That's how she ordered the eviction.

Looking at her ruthless and extremely firm attitude, Duan Hanting pursed his lower lip, his eyes revealing a pleading look.

"I haven't seen Ci'er yet......"

"Ci'er is fine."

Rong Yin interrupted him coldly, forced himself to be ruthless, looked directly into his eyes, and said word by word: "I'm also fine." We're all adjusting to life without you. It turns out that without you, we are doing just fine. You don't have to worry. ”

Her words were like a cold knife with a blade, piercing into Duan Hanting's heart again and again, and his heart trembled in pain.

He looked at her infatuatedly, his lips trembling several times, before he said with difficulty—

"But without you, I am not doing well, I am very sad."

Rong Yin's heart twitched fiercely.

She saw the pain in his eyes that almost drowned her.

Duan Hanting's eyes were wet, as docile and pitiful as a stray puppy, and he looked at her with a smile.

Rong Yin couldn't look him in the eye, afraid that he would be soft-hearted.

She lowered her head and let out a deep sigh.

"Duan Hanting, this path is your own choice, I have given you a chance, more than once, but you don't want it, then don't regret it."

There is a word called "difficult to recover", which refers to the relationship between them, once it is broken, it will be difficult to continue.

Divorce is like a chasm that completely separates two people, not to mention that on the other side of the chasm, there is also a Murong Yan.

Since he decided that he was responsible for her life, what else did she have to say, no matter what, she refused to have a threesome.

Life is already aggrieved enough, and in the world of feelings, Rongyin doesn't want to let herself suffer this grievance.

For a long time, just when she thought Duan Hanting was speechless, he spoke.

"I regret it."

Rong Yin stiffened.

His hoarse voice made her hair tingle, she raised her head, but Duan Hanting buried his face between her legs and didn't get up for a long time.

The nose was sore, Rong Yin turned his head slightly, and two lines of tears slipped down uncontrollably.

There was silence in the room.

There was two knocks on the door, and Rong Yin hurriedly wiped her tears and said, "Come in." ”

She thought it was Ali or Lei Zhen who knocked on the door, but she didn't expect it to be her father.

Looking at Du Yusheng, who appeared at the door wearing a plain shirt and carrying a civilized stick, Rong Yin was surprised, his lips Weidong, and called, "Dad." ”

Duan Hanting raised his head, and suddenly met the old man's eyes.