I Only Love You In The Whole Wide World

Xia Changyue pouted, but her little face was used to rubbing his arms.

With his little head resting on his chest, he slept deeper.

I don't know how long it took before the dreamer woke up quietly.

The unspeakable lack of strength made her frown, and she was about to get up, only to find that she was being held in her arms.

As soon as he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of the angry face in front of him, and he was startled.

Is she hallucinating?

How did she feel that she saw Yan Chengchi?

But the sky outside was still bright. At this time, how could he be in the villa while holding her to sleep?

Xia Changyue blinked, then took another look, he was still...

The black eyes were tightly closed, and the long black eyelashes drooped on the eyelids, not as sharp as usual.

His sharp and angular face appeared softer when he fell asleep.

How long has she not looked at him so closely?

Xia Changyue reached out her hand in a ghostly enchantment, and just about to touch his face, his wrist was caught.

Yan Chengchi opened his eyes, deep in his eyes, with inquiring, fixedly looking at her majestic face, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

"Xia Changyue, I dare to miss me when I am sick, can you be responsible for extinguishing the fire?"

"I do not have!"

Xia Changyue retracted his hands nervously, guilty of not raising his head to look in his eyes.

The next second, he raised his head again in astonishment and stared at him with wide eyes.

Was he molesting her just now?

Is he not angry anymore?

Also, he just said that she was sick...

Xia Changyue blankly raised his hand, put it on his forehead and touched it.

Before she could feel whether she was really sick, there was a thud in her forehead.

Yan Chengchi didn't show any mercy when he started, and the tears that hurt her almost burst out, staring at him angrily.

"It's not just a cold and a fever that make you sick. What do you have when you touch your forehead? I don't know where I am sick?" Yan Chengchi looked at the aggrieved little woman with no anger.

Thanks to God for being so stupid and living such a big life.

"..."

So, is he caring about her now?

An accident flashed across Xia Changyue's eyes, and when he reached his lips, he swallowed back obediently.

She should not ask any more, lest she humiliated herself as she did yesterday.

It's just that she can't understand. He obviously wanted to strangle her yesterday, so why did he suddenly change his sex?

She really wanted to know that he would stay in the villa because she was sick?

Without giving her a chance to speak, Yan Chengchi had already let go, got up, took his coat and put it on his body, stepping forward to leave the room.

Looking at his back, Xia Changyue's heart tightened, and his lips moved. He had already left the door.

Decisive steps, no nostalgia.

Xia Changyue's small head drooped, and he held his palm.

She really thinks too much, and if he comes back, maybe it has nothing to do with her at all.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

There was some obvious pain in the lower abdomen. She stretched out her hand and pressed it, and her face turned pale.

Yesterday, Yan Chengchi had just taken a cold shower. It just happened that the period came.

She felt uncomfortable as if she had been taken apart.

After two steps, he squatted down with his help on the table.

He was hesitating whether to lie back on the bed, and saw a pair of shiny leather shoes appear at the door of the room.

In the next second, an angry voice rang above his head.

"Who let you get out of bed?"

Yan Chengchi's tall body stood at the door, holding a tray in his hand, with hot porridge on it, and a bowl of black soup.