In the end, she had a fever, and she was still mentally exhausted.

Wait for Nie Chen to put her on the hospital bed and talk to him properly.

As she spoke, she suddenly didn't respond, and Nie Chen saw that she was already asleep.

Get up and help the girl tuck the quilt.

Nie Chen leaned over her, and the first thing he saw was her bright face.

It's like growing up in the sun and never seeing any darkness.

She lives directly and simply.

It's like a sunflower growing at will.

No one has ever faced his cold face, and he can still talk to him so much, Xia Ling is the first.

He was taken by her as a topic, and although he always said to lecture her, before he knew it, he had said more today than he had in the previous three days.

I never thought that one day, he would be able to talk so much nonsense.

Nie Chen's fingertips left on the corner of Xia Ling's lips.

"Sleep, when you wake up, your illness will be cured."

*

Xia Ling slept again and slept until dark.

When I woke up at eleven o'clock in the evening, the ward was white, the light of an incandescent lamp overhead.

At her bedside, a man leaned back in a chair and faced her, holding a thick green-skinned book in his hand.

He looked very seriously, and Xia Ling wanted to go to the toilet a little.

Three large bottles of anti-inflammatory water hung on the hanger next to her, and a band-aid was attached to the back of her hand.

She sat up.

Nie Chen, who was guarding her, also put down the book at the moment.

"What's wrong?"

The man looked at her with some doubt in his eyes.

"I ......," Xia Lingmo said, "You don't have to worry about me." ”

The skirt on her body was changed into a hospital gown before hanging the water, which was loose and convenient.

Xia Ling got out of bed and put on slippers.

As soon as he got up, Nie Chen followed, looking at his posture, he just wanted to come over and hug the princess again.

"Don't." Xia Ling dodged.

She has a fever and isn't a serious illness, as for how many steps do you have to hug her like this?

"I'll go to the bathroom." She whispered, hurriing past him.

Nie Chen was stunned and pursed his lips a little embarrassed.

He watched her back and leave the room.

His gaze retracted, and suddenly, something came to mind, and his thin lips suddenly curved, a real smile.

I discussed with him before that I would not blush when I opened a house and had a child.

When I told him to go to the toilet, I blushed.

So, it's not really cheeky, but for some specific things, is it very light?

Nie Chen is accustomed to examining people's hearts, and what he thought he couldn't understand before is now beginning to understand.

*

When he returned from the toilet, Xia Ling's ears were still a little hot.

She faced Nie Chen and tried her best to look calm.

However, I have long seen through her embarrassment.

Nie Chen looked at the girl like a rabbit with a weak heart, obviously embarrassed, but made a calm appearance.

"I'll call the nurse to take your temperature again." Nie Chen smiled and got up.

He used to be paralyzed and straight-faced, when had he ever smiled like this?

Suddenly, a smile appeared on his cold face, like the ice of ten thousand years melting, revealing a touch of spring sunshine.

It's not dazzling, but it also makes people lose their minds.

Xia Ling's heartbeat was a few times faster.

"Okay." She lowered her eyes and licked her dry lips.

*

Xia Ling's fever has subsided, and his body is still a little weak, but it doesn't matter.

Nie's mother had someone bring a soup that nourished her body early in the morning, and she could use the microwave oven to heat it at any time in the hospital.

Xia's mother, Xia Mei, also brought Xue Jing and them to see it together, but Xia Ling was still asleep, so she didn't bother her.

Nie Chen laid out the light dishes on the table at her bedside.

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and the two dined together.

"Have you been watching over me?" Xia Ling picked up the chopsticks and couldn't help but look at Nie Chen.

Xia Mei and Nie's mother, they must have the intention to let them cultivate their feelings.

But what about Nie Chen?