Walking to the bedside, looking at Xie Ci's bland face, Yuan Changhuan's eyes were a little sour, and finally he couldn't help but fall asleep on the side of the bed.

After she fell asleep, Xie Ci, who was originally asleep, slowly opened her eyes, raised her hand weakly, and put it on the back of Yuan Changhuan's hand.

The hands are overlapped, covered in one place.

Then he closed his eyes again in satisfaction.

Yuanyuan was still by his side, and that would be enough.

Midnight.

It was Yuan Miao's exclamation that woke Yuan Changhuan, "It's so hot, Daddy, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yuan Changhuan suddenly woke up, and found that the back of his hand seemed to be covered by a hot iron, hot and terrifying.

"What's wrong with your dad?"

Seeing his son's terrifying eyes, Yuan Changhuan raised his hand to brush away his hand of thanks. However, the thank you was held very tightly, no matter how Yuan Changhuan shook it, he couldn't shake it off.

Feeling Yuan Changhuan's movements, Xie Ci's grip tightened, and Yuan Miao on the side found that his mother was still struggling with his hand, and hurriedly crossed Xie Ci's body and grabbed Yuan Changhuan's sleeve, "Mother, Daddy has a fever, and his body is so hot." ”

Of course, Yuan Changhuan knew that Xie Ci had a fever.

Looking at the sky outside, it was already dark, and what should I do if I had a fever in the middle of the night.

Yuan Changhuan couldn't pull out his own hand, so he could only command his son, "Miao, you step on the chair, go to the basin, soak a handkerchief, wring it out for your mother." ”

"Okay, let's go."

Miao Miao quickly jumped under the bed, and according to her mother's instructions, she wrung the cold veil.

At this time, Yuan Changhuan had already seen Xie Ci's cheeks, his cheeks were crimson, in stark contrast to the previous paleness, and even the bruised lips were faintly flushed, and the man had a fever, so he began to blush all over.

"Thank you, you let go first."

Yuan Changhuan came hard, making Xie Ci's hand squeeze tighter and tighter, and he could only come soft, "If you loosen up, I will hurt when I pinch it." ”

Probably hearing Yuan Changhuan's misty voice, Xie Ci's original squeezing hand was really loose, if it weren't for seeing Xie Ci's forehead still sweating and reddening, Yuan Changhuan wondered if he was pretending to be unconscious.

Feeling that Xie Ci's hand was loose, Yuan Changhuan took the opportunity to withdraw his hand.

Pity......

Just when she thought she was about to succeed, Xie Ci grabbed her hand violently.

"Thank you!"

Yuan Changhuan shouted angrily.

In a coma, Xie Ci kept hearing someone shouting his name, calling him in countless tones, this voice, he will never forget for the rest of his life, it is Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan is still by his side.

Grabbing Yuan Changhuan's hand and listening to her voice, Xie Ci couldn't help but bend his lips.

Yuan Changhuan saw the corner of Xie Ci's lips curled, thinking that Xie Ci was playing with her, and pinched Xie Ci's cheek fiercely with his free hand, "Xie Ci, don't think I didn't see it, you are pretending to be asleep!" ”

"Stop pretending, wake up!"

It's just that no matter how Yuan Changhuan ravaged the thanks, there was no sign of sobriety.

Yuan Miao, who came over with a wrung out cold handkerchief, saw the picture of his mother ravaging his father at a glance, and was so frightened that he almost suffocated, "Mother, my father is so sick, you still bully him!" ”

"I bullied him?" Yuan Changhuan couldn't help but look at him when he heard his son's righteous words, "It's your father, pretending to be unconscious and bullying us, okay?" ”

When Yuan Miao was talking to his mother, he had already climbed onto the bed with his hands and feet.