Ximen Longting brought a pair of slippers and put them in front of her feet: "Take a bath, or just brush your teeth and wash your face?"

"I'm going to see Meng Kui later..." Jing Jiaren said eagerly, "Just brush your teeth and wash your face."

Ximen Longting squeezed out the toothpaste and said, "You are free."

Jing Jiaren had already picked up the receiver on the wall, dialed the phone to Mengkui's room, and asked the doctor that Mengkui's condition was stable and she was still sleeping. She was relieved.

…

The doctor here hangs up the phone.

Jian Chenche stood in front of the window. It rained a little early in the morning, and the moisture from the rain and mist blurred the glass window, leaving a white mist.

He returned to the bed from time to time and used his hands to explore Mengkui's nose and forehead. She had a fever last night, which kept him awake all night.

She looked pale and bleeding, as if she would disappear with the morning light at any time...

That kind of fear choked his throat and he couldn't relax for a moment.

Suddenly Meng Kui opened her eyes in confusion and met Jian Chenche's eyes, which were leaning over to look at her. Their eyes met -

Mengkui blinked, then blinked again.

The next second, I saw the man standing up with great movement, turning over and trying to leave. As a result, his head hit the table lamp standing beside the bed, making a banging sound!

"Mr. Jian, are you okay?" The servant on the side was startled.

Jian Chenche rubbed his forehead and saw Meng Kui holding the quilt in one hand and staring at him.

When she found that he was looking at her, she turned her face away embarrassedly, and her cheeks and ears began to turn red.

It was a very delicate morning, with only embarrassment in the air...

The two people blushing like this made several servants blush too.

Until the doctor who was keeping vigil came over and said, "Are you awake? Let me take a look."

After a routine examination, the doctor slowly relaxed his brows and muttered: "There is nothing wrong. The dangerous period has passed."

In fact, Mengkui's condition is not serious at all... But she had a fever last night, which is a bit dangerous...

"Mr. Jian, um..." Mengkui tried to muster up the courage, "Uh..."

"..."

Meng Kui didn't know what to say, and her face shrank deeper and deeper into the quilt, trying to hide her burning red face.

Isn't that true? Mr. Jane confessed to her yesterday when she was in critical condition...

A big hand grabbed the quilt, Jian Chenche bent down again, exposed her face, and stared at her with his deep black eyes.

His face was not red, but the roots of his ears were red and a little unnatural.

"Would you like some water?" he asked softly.

"I...(⊙v⊙)um."

Jian Chenche stretched out a hand to support her back, avoiding the infusion tube of the sling bottle, and lifted her up to lean on the big soft pillow.

Before she could react, his soft lips touched the corners of her eyes and gently kissed away the tears from her eyes...

Such tenderness made her feel uneasy.

So when Jian Chenche brought a cup of water to feed her, she still looked dazed.

Drinking water, her face turned red again.

The servant was embarrassed when he saw it: "Miss Meng has been waiting for the potion for so long, she must want to go to the toilet, right?"

"I..." Mengkui lowered her long eyelashes, "I have already peed."

I was so excited just now that I couldn't hold it back! I actually wet the bed!

Jian Chenche lifted the quilt, and she immediately grabbed it with one hand: "Don't lift it——!"

"You want to get it all on the quilt?"

No choice but to let go...
Chapter completed!