Paranoid Fu Shao's heart

Chapter 97

The man's cold and hard edges were flawless, he stared at her with his beautiful eyes slightly closed, and his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

She half-opened her eyes that were drooping closed, and called out: "Brother..."

Fu Shihan paused slightly, staring at the girl with deep eyes, and tightened his hands on her shoulders: "Yes."

Hearing his response, the corner of the girl's mouth twitched, but then it faded away. She raised her hand to scratch her head, and said softly, "Why do I feel so dizzy?"

"You have a fever."

Fu Shihan raised his hand and brushed the hair from the girl's cheeks behind her ears, and his slightly cool fingertips touched her red earlobes.

Paused, just about to lower his hand.

The next moment, the girl directly grabbed the big hand with slender phalanges, and then burrowed into his arms.

The front of the man's light silk pajamas was open.

The little girl only felt that his body was cool and comfortable, which made her want to get closer.

Rubbing the hard chest, he spit out softly: "Brother is so cold."

Fu Shihan's body froze slightly, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared closely at the expression on her face.

"Sangbao, don't move around." A deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"Hmm..." The girl replied sleepily, "Then I'll sleep for a while before talking to my brother."

After speaking, she wanted to lie down on the bed, but was pulled back by the man.

"Take the medicine before going to sleep."

Luosang looked at the medicine in his hand wrinkledly, his black pupils were dark and bright, and he pouted his lower lip: "I don't want to take it, okay?"

"Not good." The man's deep voice revealed an uncompromising tone.

Xu Yecheng, who had been standing beside him, had been staring blankly for a long time.

"???"

What?

He really couldn't understand these two people. They were still arguing and overturning the table in the afternoon. Could this be a quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed?Bring the kind who are sick, sweet and tired of talking?

Go crazy.

Go back to sleep.

Just as Xu Yecheng was about to lift his foot, the man sitting by the bed caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye, and glanced at him coldly, with a bit of inhuman coldness: "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I—" Didn't I want to leave?
Just as Xu Yecheng opened his mouth, Fu Shihan's face was indifferent, and he threw out another word in a gloomy and cold voice: "Get out."

"..."

What else could Xu Yecheng say, he could only walk to the door in despair and leave.

...

...

Fu Shihan stared at the girl who was drowsy after swallowing the medicine, and held a water glass to her tomorrow's bloody lips.

"Drink of water."

The girl closed her eyes lightly, sipped the rim of the water glass, obediently took two or three sips, and then moved her dizzy head away.

"Brother Nian, I won't drink anymore." She pushed her hands away from her shoulders and lay down on the pillow.

Fu Shihan's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes were as frosty, icy cold, his gloomy eyes stared at the girl like torches, and his heart was twisted into a knot.

The man rubbed the girl's small and delicate facial features with his big hands with distinct finger bones, and the originally fair skin was stained crimson due to the fever.

"What did you call me?"

The girl half-opened her eyelids, looking at the blurred outline, "...Huh?"

His voice was like breaking ice: "Sangbao, you have to mention this man in front of me every time you are unconscious, don't you?"

Luosang couldn't understand what he said, and pouted the corner of his mouth, "Don't disturb my sleep, or I'll be really unhappy!"

The atmosphere condensed for a long while.

Fu Shihan moved his body, and put the cup that was about to be crushed on the bedside table.

(End of this chapter)