In his memory, he was always alone in taking care of himself, including his mother, who rarely accompanied him at his bedside, the last time someone accompanied him when he had a cold and fever was when he was young and ignorant, I didn't expect that the second time after so many years was this child who had a bad initial impression and got along for a long time but let him be treated specially.

Under the flickering kerosene lamp, the child's long, curly eyelashes cast a shadow, and her pale and slightly round cheeks were a little unreal.

He couldn't help but caress that face that was not beautiful, and the delicate and soft touch of his palm made his heart feel unprecedented warmth.

As if it was uncomfortable to touch, the child rubbed the palm of the big hand restlessly, but the latter was so shocked that he suddenly retracted his big hand, and his eyes quickly closed. After waiting with bated breath for a long time, the child did not seem to have any intention of waking up, and only then did he open his eyes again, but he was not reaching out at this time, but staring at her with those dark eyes almost greedily.

This girl he has never deliberately paid attention to, but broke into his life in a daze, and even gradually entered his heart.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, and the child next to the bed unconsciously shrunk his neck, Ning Jian's expression changed slightly, and then he realized that the child was actually guarding his bedside all night with only a thin cotton coat on such a cold winter night.

I got out of bed lightly, I thought that after lying down for so long and having a fever and cold, I should be top-heavy and floating, but I didn't expect that the whole person felt good after the slight negligible vertigo, and even the stomach that had not eaten for a long time was warm, and I remembered in a trance that I finally found a sweet spring in the desert in my dream, and the cow drank for a long time.

The corners of his lips hooked a gentle arc, leaned over and gently carried her onto the wooden bed, the weight of his hands surprised him again, she felt very weighty when she was drunk and hugged her a few months ago, and it was only a few months, and she had lost weight like this.

Slowly put her on the bed, and looked down at her sleeping face from the faint light of the flickering oil lamp.

Although he had fallen asleep, his eyebrows were still slightly wrinkled, probably because he was enchanted, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain his current behavior at all.

He propped his hands on the sides of her neck, leaned over slightly, and his thin lips gently touched her frowning brows, and I don't know how long it took, until the person below him whispered.

"Brother Jane."

A whisper-like hot breath slipped through his ears, and he got up like a dream and took a few steps backwards, almost tripping over the chair next to the bed, a blush rising on his face, and a trace of panic slipped through his eyes that had always been clear and unfazed.

But after half a minute, the person on the bed did not make any further movements, and maintained the original position and did not move.

Song Miaomiao's lying posture on the bed seemed to be pressing on her injured back, but the worry and fatigue of the past two days made her unable to leave Zhou Gong's arms because of such a little pain, so although the pain in her dream was dazzling at this time, in reality she only turned over with difficulty and threw herself face down on the bed.

Ning Jian saw the child turn over and cover himself face down, and after half a minute, he raised his head as if he was about to lose his breath and breathed hard in his direction.

During this period, there was no intention of waking up.

Ning Jian stood stiffly at the head of the bed, looking at the child who was smashing happily on the bed, and suddenly felt that what she had just done looked like a hairy boy in his early twenties.