The footsteps were steady and powerful, just like always.
The night breeze blew in through the open door, and there seemed to be a familiar cold fragrance spreading in the air.
It's Lu Huaijing.
Nan Yan turned sideways, with his back to the door, but for the first time he didn't want to move.
She didn't even have the strength to face that man.
However, what surprised Nan Yan was that Lu Huaijing seemed to be hesitant and stood in front of the door without going any further.
She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the room became so quiet that it seemed unreal, but Lu Huaijing never moved.
For a moment, Nan Yan almost thought that he had left quietly.
But the cold fragrance in the air reminded her that the man had not moved.
She became even more nervous, her heart beating uncontrollably.
Even his body was stiff and motionless.
She didn't know why, but she just felt that there was an invisible line of sight, like an X-ray, carefully patrolling behind her, looking at her, as if her disguise would be seen through in the next second.
Like a awn on the back.
Just when Nan Yanjue couldn't hold on any longer, the footsteps finally sounded again, but this time, they were getting farther and farther away.
With the sound of the door closing, the bedroom fell into silence again.
he's gone.
Nan Yan's tense body finally relaxed.
She slowly loosened her clenched fists, her palms were wet with sweat. She didn't know why Lu Huaijing did this, but she felt a little panicked for no reason in her heart.
What on earth did he...just want to do?
Nan Yan felt uneasy and confused, and even woke up several times in pain from the pain in her sleep.
She didn't know if she was half asleep or half awake, but she seemed to feel a warm towel being wiped on her face.
It's light, even a little clumsy.
Nan Yan did not open her eyes, but muttered vaguely: "Aunt Zhou, I'm so hot..."
The cold man sat by the bed, his brows furrowed, and his dark eyes reflected the little woman on the bed. Her little face was already burning hot.
He held the towel in his big hands. Although Junrong couldn't see any emotion, he still helped her cover the torn quilt.
"Mother Zhou, call Dr. Liang."
Lu Huaijing spoke in a low voice, and then gently placed the towel on Nan Yan's forehead.
Dr. Liang came soon.
He examined Nan Yan, hung up the potion, adjusted the needle water to a suitable drip speed, and then walked out of the bedroom.
In the corridor, the man's long and straight back stood alone, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his dark pajamas almost blended into the night.
Lu Huaijing turned his back to him, and there was a curl of green smoke rising between his fingers.
"How's it going?" came his cold voice without looking back.
Dr. Liang replied in a low voice: "Soft tissue contusion and a little inflammation will cause fever. I have been given an anti-fever injection and will be fine soon."
Lu Huaijing's brows furrowed even more tightly. He crushed the cigarette butt in his hand before turning around.
He spoke condescendingly and with cold eyes:
"Take care of her. If this happens again, you know what to do."
A cold voice, not angry but confident.
Dr. Liang immediately bowed his head in response and apologized: "Sorry, sir, I was not fully prepared, and I won't be in the future."
Lu Huaijing ignored him, just tilted his head slightly, took a deep look at the bedroom, then turned and walked towards the study.
The next day.
Nan Yan slept until noon for the first time.
There was a slight sting on the back of her hand. She slowly opened her eyes, only to find that the midday sun had shone through the gaps in the curtains.
what happened?
She raised her hand belatedly, only to see the infusion patch on it.
Although the room had been tidied up, Nan Yan still noticed traces of needlework on the bedside.
Even her clothes had been changed.
How come she... doesn't remember anything?
Nan Yan pushed herself up in a daze, but found that her limbs were limp. Before she could get up, she fell heavily back into the window again.
Several gold stars flashed before her eyes when she was hit. When she looked up again, she found that the alarm clock on the bedside table showed that it was already half past twelve noon.
Why did I sleep for so long?
Nan Yan reached out to grab the phone, but at this moment, the door opened.
Zhou's mother was holding a tray in her hand. When she saw Nan Yan reaching for the mobile phone on the bedside, she quickly quickened her pace and walked over.
"Oh, madam, why are you up? I'll get you whatever you want."
As she spoke, she quickly put the things aside, helped Nan Yan sit up with her upper hand, and placed a pillow behind her.
"Aunt Zhou, do I... have a fever?"
Seeing Zhou's mother, Nan Yan suddenly thought that someone seemed to be wiping her face in the middle of the night last night.
She was in a daze, feeling hot and painful, and didn't want to open her eyes at all.
Hearing this, Zhou Ma nodded repeatedly and sighed: "Fortunately, sir, he found it in time. It's also my fault. He has been making soup down there and forgot to come up to take a look. Your fever reached forty degrees last night. You were covered in sweat and you were burning all the time." It’s so scary to talk nonsense.”
Nan Yan was confused.
She raised her eyes suddenly, so shocked that even Zhou Ma's remaining words could not be heard clearly. The only words left in her ears were "Fortunately, sir, he found out in time."
So, last night... Lu Huaijing discovered it?
Isn't he gone?
Nan Yan stuttered in shock, and interrupted Zhang Ma in a hurry: "So, Lu Huaijing was in my room last night?"
"Yes!" Zhou's mother answered matter-of-factly, and even added: "My husband stayed up last night and didn't go back until four or five in the morning."
Her mind buzzed, and Nan Yan was so shocked that she even couldn't react.
Lu Huaijing... That person last night turned out to be Lu Huaijing...?
She was visibly panicked, even a little dumbfounded.
But Zhou Ma had no idea. While serving her soup, she continued to add:
"Madam, actually, your husband is still very worried about you. He stayed here by himself last night, changed your clothes and wiped your body. Because Dr. Liang did not observe your condition in time, your husband even lost his temper... "
Change clothes...wipe your body...
These two words instantly made Nan Yan blush so hard that she couldn't even hear Zhou Ma's words behind her.
How is this possible?
Didn't Lu Huaijing always ignore her? How to do such a condescending thing.
Nan Yan was flustered and confused, her beautiful eyes flashed with confusion and confusion, and she was completely stunned.
Zhou Ma screamed many times before finally waking her up from the shock:
"Madam, madam, are you okay?"
Zhou Ma stared at her with concern. Nan Yan came to her senses in a daze and saw that she had already put up the small table.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? I made some soup. You can drink some and continue to rest!"
As she spoke, she brought the soup in front of Nan Yan.
But the latter seemed to have just heard something, and quickly stopped Zhou's mother who was about to turn around and leave.
"Aunt Zhou, is Lu...Huaijing still at home?"
