Shabei'er noticed Feng Qingyu's intention. When his tongue swept into her lips, she was filled with the aroma of porridge. Without thinking, she pushed Feng Qingyu away.

After all, she was sick and her body was much weaker. Shabelle broke free much easier than usual, and left her body quickly. She didn't bother to feed her the last bite, and turned around and walked out.

Feng Qingyu, who was lying on the bed, looked at the figure walking away quickly, and the tip of his tongue swept across his lips evilly, and the taste of Sabelle was still on it...

Well, it tastes pretty good.

My body is a little tired. I didn't sleep all night last night. My body is extremely weak and needs to supplement my sleep. When I feel full in my stomach, I close my eyes.

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I thought I would be full of energy as soon as I woke up.

But he never thought that when he woke up, it was already midnight. There was a light on, and a slender figure was lying beside the bed. There was an intravenous drip stand on the side, and the liquid was being transported into his body.

His eyelids were particularly heavy and he felt dizzy. Feng Qingyu, who had never been sick before, didn't seem to understand this feeling. Normally, even if he was injured and lost a lot of blood, he would never feel so uncomfortable. However, when he woke up from sleep, his eyelids were even heavier and his body was even worse.

tired.

He turned his head and looked at the figure lying beside his bed, his face tilted as if he was extremely tired before falling asleep.

The long eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids. If you don't pay attention to some people, you will never see them in your eyes. But for some people, when you start to pay attention, you will find that they will slowly

I would pursue her figure. I would also pay attention to some small things, and gradually it seemed to form a habit.

Out of interest, my eyes gradually focused more on Shabelle.

Sometimes I like to see her eyes bright when she is angry, sometimes I like to see her blushing as if she is about to die under him at any moment, and sometimes I like to see him turning red behind his ears because of his occasional teasing.

appearance.

Sometimes, I argue with myself plausibly. Sometimes I am very calm and want to pretend not to care, but I am betrayed by my stubborn look.

Feng Qingyu discovered that it was late at night and the two of them were alone together. It was rare that he was awake but did not do anything with her. His eyes stopped on her face, and many aspects of her appeared in his mind.

There was once a blank figure in my mind, only a pair of eyes could remain in my mind. When I think of Shabelle, I think of those eyes. But now, it turns out that there are so many different sides deeply stored in my mind.

.

"ah."

The lying person suddenly gave a startled sound, and Feng Qingyu's first reaction was to close his eyes. Sha Bei'er, who was lying there, suddenly woke up and looked at the bits and pieces on the side with a startled look. Seeing that there was only a small half left, she quietly

Take a breath.

Why did he fall asleep? It would be terrible if the drip ran out.

Shabelle shook her head, patted her face, and then hypnotized herself: "Don't sleep."

The fever reached 40 degrees Celsius, and the whole body turned into a red man. In the evening, they were going to take turns to keep vigil, but Sha Beier said that she would take care of them. Yuan Diandian and Feng Tuoxi went back to the room without being polite.

It was the dead of night. Shabelle had been watching for most of the night. She was really tired and wanted to sleep, but she couldn't hold on.

He reached out and touched Feng Qingyu's forehead. It was not as hot as it was during the day. He took out the temperature agent and put it into Feng Qingyu's armpit. He tested the temperature. It was 39.2. It was much better than during the day. In the evening

, Feng Qingyu suddenly had a high fever and it never went away.

After injecting intravenous drip, it still didn't work. Sha Beier had been using cold towels since the evening to try to reduce Feng Qingyu's fever, but the effect was not good.

Now I find that the fever has gone down a bit, but my heart is still hanging on. The fever is still high at 39 degrees.

He frowned, unable to describe his mood at this time.

Seeing him lying there so weakly, his heart was pinching, it hurt...

I told him not to care anymore, but seeing him like this, I still couldn't help but feel sad.

Sitting down again, Shabei'er looked at Feng Qingyu's handsome face and couldn't help but gently caressed his face with her hand.

Why is this man so evil? He obviously doesn't care about her, but he still makes her unable to let him go.

The emotion in his eyes cannot be concealed.

Sighing softly, besides being stubborn, she no longer knew how to get along with him.

Time passed by minute by second. Even though Shabelle used her thoughts to keep herself up, it was the best time to sleep after all. Shabelle's eyelids started to fight again. Almost not long after, there was a faint sound again.

The sound of breathing.

The man on the bed opened his eyes when Shabelle fell asleep, and looked at the little hand sliding down from his face, weak and boneless.

With a tired look on his face, he lay there in extreme discomfort. He reached out and pulled off the needle on the back of his hand without hesitation, completely ignoring the little blood seeping out of it.

He stood up, carefully picked up Shabei'er and put it next to him. In fact, his body was still a little weak. Under the high fever, the body temperature was extremely high. His breath was scorching, and his whole body was like a furnace.

Shabelle was lying on the bed with a blanket on her body, but she was still a little chilly. At this time, lying on the bed, there was a presence like a big stove next to her.

After rubbing his body, he had already rubbed into Feng Qingyu's arms in a few moments. He spontaneously found a comfortable position with his face pressed against Feng Qingyu's chest. His shallow and even breathing sound came from time to time.

It came from my chest into my ears.

Feng Qingyu's head was also a little groggy. He tightened his hands and closed his eyes. Amidst Sha Bei'er's shallow breathing, Feng Qingyu fell asleep soon after.

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Sha Bei'er woke up from sleeping until five in the morning. When she woke up, she found that she was in Feng Qingyu's arms. When she was sure that she was really sleeping on the bed, Sha Bei'er immediately sat up. Sure enough, she was lying on her side.

There was still a little bit left in the drip. The bottle that needed to be replaced was not replaced. Then he stretched out his hand to Feng Qingyu's forehead, and it felt hot again.

While getting out of bed in a panic, I looked for a temperature agent.

When she saw that the temperature agent she took out showed 40.1, Shabell went crazy.

"Who asked you to remove the needle?"

Shabelle's eyes were full of anger because she was angry, and she couldn't hide the worry in her eyes.

Worry……

She was really worried about him, and there was worry that could not be concealed in her beautiful eyes that had always tried to remain indifferent.

I don't know why my heart felt warm, I just felt that a stream of heat was flowing gently through my hard heart.

"sleep."

His big hands clasped her wrists, trying to pull her back into his arms. Sha Bei'er looked at Feng Qingyu in disbelief, even though he was so burned, he was still sleeping.

Can she sleep?

"It'll be fine after a good sleep."

He is indestructible. After a good sleep, he will be fine when he wakes up. In the past, when he lost too much blood, he would be fine after a sleep. Now, seeing Sha Beier so worried, Feng Qingyu felt a rare comfort

Sabelle.

"Belle!"

Feng Qingyu suddenly called Sha Bei'er's name...

Shabelle's anger has not subsided, and her eyes still reveal murderous intent.

"You care about me!"

It's actually a little difficult to pronounce words. My throat hurts due to high fever and it's hard to pronounce words.

Sha Bei'er looked at Feng Qingyu's determined look, her mood was too complicated, she glared at Feng Qingyu fiercely, feeling a little annoyed and angry.

"Shut up."

"I'm warning you, if you dare to say one more word, I will sew your mouth shut."

Shabell put her hands on her hips, raised her voice again, and prepared to wave Feng Qingyu away at a high pitch, but in the end she didn't do it. She just held Feng Qingyu's hand with one hand, and then carefully placed it on the bed.

Sha Bei'er's whole face was red with anger. His lips were chapped and his throat was so hoarse that he could hardly hear what he was saying. His whole face was so hot from the high fever that it could boil water.

He even told her that she would be fine if she just slept.

What do you care about talking to her at this time...

Give a damn...

Feng Qingyu looked at Sha Bei'er's slender figure who turned around and ran away in anger, until the figure disappeared and did not take it back for a long time...

A person has been strong for so long that he forgets that he is also an ordinary person, with flesh and blood, and there will be times when he is weak enough to need others to take care of him...

A person has been strong for so long that he has the illusion that he is invincible, will not suffer pain or fall down, and does not need the care of others...

A person who has been strong for too long will simply ignore the worried looks of his subordinates, and his intuition is that he does not need it. There has never been a person who dared to put his hands on his waist and yell at himself to order him to shut up without caring about his image...

This feeling is called warmth.

Feng Qingyu's frozen heart is beginning to melt for a woman named Sha Beier. Little by little, in the smallest way...

There is a desire to grasp this novel warmth, and then observe it carefully to find out what is so magical about this feeling, which makes him a little greedy.

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The person who was called before dawn, with a messy hairstyle, quickly took his temperature and re-inserted the needle without any delay. Although there were ten thousand grass mud horses galloping in his heart, he did not dare to express it at all.

The person who got sick was Feng Qingyu...

Who told him that one look could make his worthless legs weak...

I always feel that I am under great pressure. On the one hand, I have to try hard not to let out the violent emotions in my heart. You must know that although the person lying on the hospital bed is very weak now, those eyes make him dare not be negligent.
To be continued...