After the medicine was fed, he used the same way that he used to give Xiao Huanhuan a physical fever reduction to help Xu Huanhuan do a physical fever.

tirelessly wring the towel and helping her wipe the hottest parts of her body.

It wasn't until the temperature on her body gradually receded and she slept soundly that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Xu slept quietly, Yan Rusheng looked at her deeply, and his eyes were complicated.

Wen Xuxu, what the hell do I have to do to make you fall in love with me?

Thinking about it, he reached out again and took the lifelike hand, a small hand that was only a little larger than his palm, soft as a bone, and he wrapped his hands in the palm of his hand.

If I had known that I would love it so much, there used to be so many opportunities to get the moon first near the water.

Xu Xu felt that the hand that was being held by Yan Rusheng was very hot, and his eyebrows moved, wanting to withdraw his hand.

Seeing this, Yan Rusheng quickly let go of his hand and stood up.

He stood on the edge of the bed, lowered his eyes and took a deep look at Lifelike, then raised his foot and walked around to the other side of the bed, in front of the lifelike little dressing table.

He pulled out his chair and bent down to sit down.

There were a lot of knick-knacks on the dresser, and he picked them up one by one to look at them, and then put them down.

Looking at a bunch of cosmetics for women, as well as small plush toys and small pendants, he had a new understanding of Wen Lifelike.

It was as if it was the first time he had walked into her boudoir, a real boudoir.

After looking at the contents on the table, he opened the drawer again, and the contents of the drawer were much simpler, a photo album, a diary with a lock, and a small red wooden box with a lock.

His eyes were drawn to the small red wooden box, perhaps because it was locked.

I picked it up and shook it, and there was a 'clang-clang' sound inside.

What's inside?

His slender fingers lifted the small lock on it, and suddenly he had a very immoral thought, wanting to knock the lock open and see what it contained.

Was it something Jiang Zhuoheng gave her? So you want to treasure it like this?

But in the end, he didn't do that.

Of course, he didn't do it, definitely not because he found it in the end, but because he was afraid that what was treasured inside would hit him.

So, he put the box back and gently closed the drawer.

Walked to the side of the bed again, bent over, stretched out his hand, touched his lifelike forehead, and the fever had almost subsided.

Her forehead was covered with sweat, and Yan Rusheng took two tissues and gently wiped them for her.

It was already dawn outside, and the morning light shone into the room through the cracks in the curtains.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrate, he reached for it with his other hand, and when he saw the caller ID, he withdrew his hand to wipe the sweat and walked towards the door.

"yes, I see."

"You go first, I'll be there right away."

After a simple explanation to the person on the other side of the phone, Yan Rusheng returned to the door of the lifelike room, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open.

The man lying on the bed still had his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

His heart was softer than it had ever been, and for fear of waking her up, he gently closed the door and turned away.

……

This night, it felt as if she had slept for a century, and when she woke up, she was in pain everywhere and sore.

She knew she must have had a high fever.

But...... How does the fever go away?

Thinking about it, she blinked her eyes, and then remembered to take her phone to check the time, and it was already twelve o'clock, and it was ...... Twelve o'clock at noon the next day.

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