Can't help but be moved

Chapter 122 Can't bear to refuse

"I won't be unhappy, little Jane."

Feng Wang maintained a polite and cold attitude towards everyone.

It doesn't make people feel neglected, nor is it too close.

He has been like this all the time, except for Jian Nian - he is patient and gentle from beginning to end.

Even though, he was scolded by Jian Nian's brother Jian Yan just now.

Of course, this is because Jian Yan doesn't know that the man who tried to abduct his stupid sister is Feng Huang, if you want to know——

It's not just scolding like now.

Jian Nian shrugged her nose slightly, and stopped talking about this topic, but stretched out her hand to hold his shoulder, and pressed him onto the bed.

"Okay, I can't talk anymore, it's time for you to sleep."

Feng Wan smiled, obediently listened to the little girl, and lay down to sleep.

Jian Nian pulled the quilt, covered him carefully, and then sat quietly on the edge of his bed.

After a while, seeing that Feng Fan was still staring at her, Jian Nian looked away uncomfortably, and at the same time stretched out her hand to cover Feng Fan's eyes, blocking his sight.

"It's time for you to sleep, close your eyes."

The man's sexy and hoarse voice slowly sounded in this silent space: "You are here, how can I fall asleep."

Listening to what he said, Jian Nian couldn't help but feel warm in her earlobes.

This old man, now that he had a disagreement with her, he said some weird things to provoke her, which made her heart swell.

Nasty!
The little girl snorted softly, and muttered in her mouth: "What, I see that you slept soundly during the day, didn't you?"

Speaking of this, Jian Nian suddenly remembered that after she finished telling the story to Feng Wang during the day, he soon fell asleep.

"Feng Wang, how about I tell you another bedtime story?"

The man whose eyes were covered by the girl's delicate palms slapped his eyelashes lightly, remembering the roast duck story she told during the day, and for a moment didn't know how to answer.

The man's thick eyelashes are like a feather, and when they are flapped, they lightly sweep over Jian Nian's delicate palm, causing a slight numbness in her palm.

Then the tingling feeling spread down the palm of her hand to the bottom of her heart.

Jian Nian's heart beat faster unconsciously.

She retracted her hand pretending to be calm.

Fearing that Feng Wang would see his unnatural appearance, Jian Nian immediately reached out and pressed the lamp on the bedside to be turned off.

The silent room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"What do you turn off the lights for?"

The man's deep and magnetic voice sounded slowly.

Jian Nian said: "It's easier to fall asleep this way."

As she spoke, she asked again: "How about it, do you want to listen to a bedtime story?"

Feng Wang closed his eyes in the darkness, and refused with a slight smile: "No need."

Jian Nian's story was so special that he still didn't listen to it.

Hearing this, Jian Nian felt a little pity.

Alas, she told such a wonderful story, but he didn't listen to it.

He has lost a lot!
The two fell silent in the dark.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Nian leaned against his bedside and yawned one after another.

The little girl sat up straight and couldn't help stretching.

Feeling that the man on the bed was breathing smoothly and evenly, Jian Nian took out her mobile phone and looked at him by the light of the mobile phone screen.

In the less bright light and shadow, the lines of the man's face became clearer and clearer, and his facial features were three-dimensional and elegant.

Perhaps it was because he was sick and fell asleep, the perennial sense of alienation and indifference between his brows was not so strong, and the softness of his face made him look a little more gentle and approachable.

Jian Nian recalled the wonderful feeling when his eyelashes swept across her palm not long ago.

She couldn't help leaning her head closer to see his eyelashes.

His eyelashes are thick and black, his eyes are lightly closed, and the eyelashes are drooping down, casting a shadow on the bottom.

Maybe it was because Jian Nian was only focused on him, and rarely got close to other men, so among the men she knew, Feng Fan had the longest and darkest eyelashes she had ever seen.

Jian Nian looked at him quietly for a while, resisted the urge to stretch out her fingers to twiddle his eyelashes, got up with her mobile phone, tiptoed out of his room, and went to the next room to rest.

……

Originally, Jian Nian thought that she would recognize the bed.

After all, it is normal to be unable to sleep when sleeping in an unfamiliar environment.

But unexpectedly, she slept soundly.

If it weren't for the cell phone alarm clock that was set in advance to call her, she probably wouldn't be able to wake up.

After waking up, Jian Nian quickly washed up, and then hurried into Feng Huang's room.

This man woke up much earlier than her.

When Jian Nian came in, he was sitting on the head of the bed with a mobile phone in his hand, replying to someone's message.

Seeing the little girl come in, Feng Wang immediately threw the phone aside.

Jian Nian took out the thermometer from the medicine box: "Come on, take your temperature."

Feng Huang said in a hoarse voice: "Little Jian Nian, I want to wash up first."

Hearing this, Jian Nian put down the thermometer: "That's fine, you go wash up first, I'll wait for you here."

"I...cough cough, I feel very dizzy."

Feng Wang raised his hand and rubbed his temple while coughing, and looked at Jian Nian with a look of weakness: "Little Jian Nian, can you help me?"

Facing the request of such a weak and sickly handsome man, Jian Nian naturally couldn't bear to refuse.

He was dizzy and had no strength, so she helped him up, which is normal.

"Okay, let's go."

Jian Nian walked to his bedside and helped Feng Huang get off the bed.

The man's arm was around her thin shoulders, and most of his tall body was leaning on her.

Jian Nian originally thought it would be very strenuous, but when she walked, she found that she could barely feel the weight except for a slower speed.

Helping Feng Wang into the bathroom, Jian Nian closed the door and waited outside.

After Feng Wang finished washing, she helped him to sit on the edge of the bed.

"We can take your temperature this time."

The man raised his head and looked at the little girl standing in front of him holding a thermometer with his deep eyes.

"But," Feng Wang coughed again, with pure eyes and a weak tone, "Little Jian Nian, I'm a little hungry. Can you measure after breakfast?"

Jian Nian frowned: "It's not too late. I'll make breakfast right after you measure it out, it only takes a few minutes."

"Little Jian Nian, I'm hungry..."

He lowered his head slowly as he spoke, with that appearance and tone of speaking, Jian Nian actually felt a bit of grievance and coquettishness from it.

Jian Nian lost to him again.

"Okay then, measure it after breakfast." Jian Nian put down the thermometer, "What do you want to eat?"

In fact, there was a lot of millet porridge left last night...

Ah, no no no.

How can you give a patient an overnight meal!

Feng Wang shook his head lightly: "I don't know, is there anything you want to eat?"

Jian Nian thought for a while, then suddenly raised her hand, and put her palm on Feng Huang's forehead.

Feng Wang was unconsciously stiffened by her sudden action.

The delicate feeling of the little girl's skin and the warmth of her palm soaked into all his senses little by little, making his mouth dry.

In the morning, it's easy to make a mistake.

Feng Wang secretly took a deep breath to calm down the strange impulse in his body.

"Little Jane, what are you doing?"

As soon as he spoke, Jian Nian was surprised to find that his voice was even hoarse than before.

"Strange, I feel your body temperature is not so hot, why is your voice so hoarse?"

Jian Nian frowned suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)