Because of the fever, her fair skin was covered with a faint layer of pink.

Like a beautiful peach blossom.

Jiang Yichen couldn't take his eyes off it.

Further down the delicate collarbone, the undulating scenery of the mountains comes into view.

Jiang Yichen's breathing was instantly short.

Feeling the rapid change, I hurriedly looked away and tried to calm my breathing.

Quickly turned her body into her stomach on the bed.

Then carefully wipe her back.

Her mind flashed back to the cold she had been screaming from last night, and the unusual temperature of her body when she leaned over.

For the first time in so many years, a trace of chagrin flashed in my heart.

I knew she was catching a cold and heard her cry out in pain, but I didn't realize that she might have started to have a fever at that time.

If he had realized earlier, she wouldn't have burned like this by now.

The thin lips were pursed, over and over again, and she was carefully wiped for more than ten minutes.

The temperature on her body finally cooled down a bit.

There was a noisy sound of footsteps downstairs, obviously the arrival of the private doctor had awakened Jiang Jiaqi and them.

Jiang Yichen hurriedly put down the cotton ball in his hand, quickly put on Su Yue's pajamas, turned around and pulled the quilt to cover it.

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

Father Jiang hurriedly walked in with the doctor in his pajamas.

Seeing Su Yue's uncomfortable appearance, he was guilty and distressed to death, and said angrily at Jiang Yichen.

"What's the matter with you?

Didn't I tell you yesterday that Yueyue had a cold, and asked you to come back and take good care of her?

That's how you take care of me? ”

He turned the temperature of the air conditioner back, how could he still have a fever.

Jiang Yichen pursed his lips and did not say a word.

The doctor stepped forward and briefly examined Su Yue first.

After making sure that she was just having a cold and fever, he gave her a fever-reducing injection.

Then he took some medicine and handed it to Jiang Yichen, telling him to give Su Yue medicine on time three times a day.

Jiang Jiaqi was not worried about the private doctor leaving, afraid that there would be any problems on Su Yue's side.

Just let the maid take the doctor downstairs to the guest room to rest.

turned to the bed, reached out and touched Su Yue's forehead.

I was relieved to make sure that the temperature on her forehead was dropping.

Turning his head to Jiang Yichen, he said, "You take good care of her for me, no matter what happens, I can't spare you." ”

Jiang Yichen paused, "Got it." ”

Jiang Jiaqi turned around and went out.

Probably after taking the fever reduction injection, she finally felt comfortable, and the little demon girl tossed all night, but at this time she finally became honest.

No more kicking the quilt and no more nonsense.

Breathe slowly, and lie there quietly.

Jiang Yichen looked down at his feet and sighed heavily.

For a long time, he hated Su Yue.

I hate her arrogance, and I hate that there is no one in her eyes.

I hate that she's selfish and doesn't care about anyone's feelings at all except herself.

hates her profligate form and has ambiguous relationships with countless men, making him a laughing stock for everyone in the world after dinner.

I hate her and hurt him when I don't like it, and when I like it, I force him to accept it.

It was as if everyone had to come as she wished.

I hate it so much that I want the whole world to know.

I hate it so much that I can't strangle her.

But I can't hate it.

Therefore, when Su Yue set fire to the house and forced him to choose between her and Xia Qianqian.

He chose Xia Qianqian.

Not because of liking, not because of trust.