Hearing a faint * in Zhuo Xiaoyi's throat, Li Yanyang's hand twisting the towel paused. Seeing her frowning deeply and uncomfortable appearance, I couldn't help but feel pain in my heart. At that moment, he wanted to take the place of her pain.

A wife who fell ill because she went to find her ex-boyfriend, Li Yanyang didn't know why she still felt distressed. She didn't hesitate to lie to him for the sake of that man, such a wife, why can't her heart be hard.

Li Yanyang thought dejectedly that Zhuo Xiaoyi was a test given to him by God, to see how long his patience could last. Opening Zhuo Xiaoyi's heart is like conquering a fortress, her heart is strong and tenacious, so that Li Yanyang, who has always been invincible and invincible, is also defeated in this war against Zhuo Xiaoyi. When he turned around, he found that if he retreated further, he would be a cliff, and he was about to retreat and want to surrender, but she showed weakness as if she had given some hope.

This weakness made him think he had another chance, but she quickly sharpened her head again. After repeating it a few times, Li Yanyang didn't want to move anymore, but as soon as she retreated reflexively, he followed further. She didn't expect her to pick up the shield again to resist him coming closer, as it had always been, giving some hope and then immediately annihilating.

Wiped her forehead carefully, it didn't seem to be so hot, and the flush on her cheeks had faded a little, leaving a faint powder, which looked very cute. His lips were dry and cracked, and his breath was shallow like that of a fish starved of water. The water dipped in the cotton swab was not enough for her current water needs, and a little bit of water made her feel even drier. For example, a person who is extremely hungry does not feel anything when he is hungry, and he can still live by tightening his belt, but suddenly someone gives him half a bowl of porridge, but he can't eat enough, and he will feel even hungrier, it is better not to have this half bowl of porridge at the beginning. Zhuo Xiaoyi feels like this now, and it is more uncomfortable than before.

Li Yanyang lifted the cup with one hand, gently picked up her head with the other hand and put it in the crook of his arm, and fed her slowly, but his lips that were too dry unconsciously rejected the warm water. After repeating it several times, water oozed from the lips, but it still didn't feed in. Picked up the towel and wiped the oozing water carefully, how much it was poured in, Zhuo Xiaoyi opened his mouth and made a monotonous syllable: "Water ......"

Li Yanyang knew that she wanted to drink ice water, but she was pregnant and had a fever, so she couldn't drink ice at all.

* I haven't received a response for a long time, Zhuo Xiaoyi's brows are like knots, and they are very tangled.

Li Yanyang didn't know what to do for a while, glanced at the water cup, and then at Zhuo Xiaoyi, who was waiting for the water source with his mouth open.

It can only be like this, Li Yanyang sighed, picked up the water cup and sent it to his mouth, and took a sip. Facing Zhuo Xiaoyi's mouth, he pasted it. Because it is too dry, the lips are not soft, but a little skinny, hard and hard.

Originally, this was a simple water delivery activity, Li Yanyang pushed the water in his mouth into Zhuo Xiaoyi's mouth, but he didn't expect the tip of her tongue to resist him as if entangled. Seeing that the water couldn't push in, Li Yanyang pinched his chin with his hand and let her lips open a little more. The water was already running down the tip of her tongue to her parched throat. But Li Yanyang touched her soft and weak tongue, and couldn't help but hold it and entangle it for a while, until Zhuo Xiaoyi turned his head with some difficulty breathing, and he withdrew without stopping.

His feelings for Zhuo Xiaoyi were almost infatuated, the kind of involuntary desire to get closer, and the close was hurt, instinctively took two steps back, but couldn't help but get closer again.

Leaving Zhuo Xiaoyi's lips, she took another bite and fed it several times, and her condition was much better. I don't keep calling for water, it should be enough.

I looked up at the alarm clock, it was already past three o'clock, and I had to go to work tomorrow. But Zhuo Xiaoyi looked like this, he didn't worry about letting her lie alone in the living room, and at this time, he suddenly felt powerless, and it was difficult for him to take care of himself, let alone Zhuo Xiaoyi. Since he was half paralyzed, this was the time when he was most at a loss. He has always been strong and omnipotent in the eyes of everyone, and at this moment he realized that he was no longer the Li Yanyang in the eyes of everyone. Even though he received so many sympathetic glances in the company in the morning, he was not shaken, and when he faced Zhuo Xiaoyi, who needed his care, he completely felt frustrated.

I wanted to go to the study to get a notebook and come out to work here, and decided to guard her tonight, but before I turned the wheelchair, I heard Zhuo Xiaoyi's whispered call.

"Yan ...... Yang ......" The low voice hit Li Yanyang's softened heart, and Zhuo Xiaoyi, who was asleep, frowned unsteadily. As if dreaming of something terrible, his eyelashes kept fluttering, and his low voice was full of fear: "No...... Not ......"

Is it a nightmare? Li Yanyang wrapped Zhuo Xiaoyi's hand in his palm and put it on his face, giving him strength.

"I'm here, I'm not afraid." Gentle as dripping water, Li Yanyang never thought that he could make such a soft and soothing sound, as if he was coaxing a child.

"Yan Yang ......"

"I'm here." Rubbing her hand against her face to make her feel that he was beside him.

"Yan Yang ......"

"I'm here, I'm here."

"Yan Yang ......"

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm ......" whispered over and over again, making her feel like he was right there for her.

Zhuo Xiaoyi's dream appeared again The scene of Li Yanyang falling, the world was black and white, there was no light, and the sound of the iron railing breaking and the sound of Li Yanyang falling filled her eardrums.

The feeling of fear kept running after her, and the scene when she closed her eyes in her dream kept repeating itself. She has always harbored deep self-blame for Li Yanyang's accident, and her illness made her less resistant to nightmares and vulnerable to attack.

It was as if a familiar voice was calling to her, but she couldn't open her eyes. The hands are surrounded by thick palms, which is reassuring and warm. I vaguely felt that this was Li Yanyang, as if everything in the dream had been shattered, she only concentrated on feeling the warmth of her palm.

The brows slowly relaxed again, and the corners of his mouth hooked a faint smile.

Li Yanyang couldn't help laughing, she knew it was him, right?

Maybe she still likes him a little bit, Li Yanyang thought so a little humbly, and gradually became a little sleepy, and fell asleep holding Zhuo Xiaoyi's hand tightly.

A peaceful and harmonious, quiet appearance.