Liu Zhiheng tried to get closer to Duan Wujiu. She climbed up to Duan Wujiu and tilted her head to look at him.
When Duan Wu Jiu heard someone approaching, he trembled subconsciously and raised his head cautiously. His expression was like a stray dog that couldn't find a roof to shelter from the rain on a rainy day.
His whole face was filled with sadness, and tears rolled down from his eyes full of fear and pain, one by one, directly hitting Liu Zhiheng's heart.
God knows, Liu Zhiheng's favorite thing is the crying puppy. Cry more, she likes to see it!
"Why are you crying? I didn't bully you. It was just you who pinched me, but I didn't even cry."
Duan Wu Jiu's beautiful hands clasped his legs tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his whole body was trembling.
"I'm sorry... I don't know what I did..." Duan Wujiu raised his head and looked directly into Liu Zhiheng's eyes, with a slight red tint in the corners of his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Sister, don't put me in a cage. Okay? I'm afraid of those rats, they will bite me."
Liu Zhiheng's heart softened when he heard his sister calling him.
"Don't worry, no one will put you in a cage. With me here, no one dares to bully you." Liu Zhiheng tried to reach out to Duan Wujiu, "I will never hurt you, you are not afraid anymore. Okay?"
Duan Wujiu mustered up the courage to look at Liu Zhiheng, tentatively stretched out his hand, and grabbed Liu Zhiheng's hand.
Seeing that Liu Zhiheng didn't let go or open him, Duan Wujiu laughed, his smile as innocent as that of a four or five-year-old child.
"Sister, are you here to save me?"
"Yes, I am the fairy who came to save you."
Without any warning, Liu Zhiheng felt that there was an extra person in his arms. Duan Wujiu threw himself into Liu Zhiheng's arms, his tears stained Liu Zhiheng's clothes, and soon her clothes were soaked.
"Sister, I'm so scared..."
Perhaps the person in her arms was too sad, and Liu Zhiheng was also infected by the sadness. She, who has a nymphomaniac constitution, no longer had those strange and numb feelings at this moment.
Liu Zhiheng was also confused. She lowered her head and saw that there were tears on Duan Wujiu's long eyelashes, trembling slightly, which made people's hearts break.
"No one will hurt you...I will protect you..." Liu Zhiheng hugged Duan Wujiu and comforted him softly.
Soon, the person in her arms became quiet. At first, she could still hear the sound of sobbing, but later, she could only hear slight breathing. Liu Zhiheng looked again and saw that the person had fallen asleep again.
Is such a pitiful little thing really the Rakshasa ghost in the world who later killed many people?
But then she thought about it, half a moment ago, he almost strangled her to death, and she felt that it was not impossible that this poor little guy would become a pervert again in the future.
Liu Zhiheng remembered that it was written in the book that Duan Wu Jiu seemed to have some kind of hysteria and would get sick every once in a while, but he was not the protagonist after all. The description of his affairs in the book was very simple, and it did not mention the specific circumstances when he got sick. Tell me why he got hysteria.
Come to think of it, now should be Duan Wujiu's onset of illness, right?
The person in his arms was very quiet. Liu Zhiheng felt that the silence was a bit strange, and he felt that the person he was holding was very hot. He lowered his head and touched Duan Wu Jiu's forehead and found that he had a fever.
Fever in ancient times was not a trivial problem and could burn you to death if you were not careful. She couldn't let anything happen to him, this was her purse and the guarantee for her life in the next two years!
Liu Zhiheng could only keep thinking of ways to reduce Duan Wujiu's fever, applying ice and snow to his head, and wiping his body with wine.
At least in the second half of the night, Duan Wujiu's fever subsided, and he had no intention of waking up again, so he fell asleep deeply.
Liu Zhiheng gave him some more water, and then he slept beside the bed with his clothes on.
…
In the early morning, Duan Wu Jiu opened his eyes and saw a girl lying next to him.
The girl has black hair on her temples, glowing white skin, a small and delicate oval face, lips as red as peony petals, and long eyelashes that tremble as if she is dreaming.
Her face was very close to Duan Wu Jiu, so close that her delicious breath was sprayed on his face, but even so, there was still no pore visible, just like a porcelain doll.
The tip of his nose was filled with a pleasant smell. It was the smell of this girl, and it made Duan Wu Jiu feel more comfortable than ever before.
But who is this girl?
Where are you?
Duan Wujiu wanted to think, but as soon as he thought about it, he felt a sharp pain in his head.
…
Liu Zhiheng felt movement on the bed. She sat up in a daze and saw that the person on the bed seemed to be awake and was frowning in pain.
She immediately brought a glass of water and leaned over thoughtfully.
"Drink some water. You've been burning for half the night. You must be thirsty."
Duan Wu Jiu also felt a burning pain in his throat. He sat up with his hands on his hands and drank a large glass of water before feeling a little relieved.
He turned to look at the little girl who was feeding him water, with a confused look on his face.
Liu Zhiheng also observed Duan Wujiu carefully.
He was acting crazy last night, sometimes wanting to kill someone, sometimes crying, and I don't know if he will get sick again today.
Liu Zhiheng observed Duan Wujiu. At this moment, his eyes were not as out of focus as last night. He thought he must be awake.
But, isn't this look a little too clear?
How does this look like a murderous person?
Duan Wu Jiu looked at Liu Zhiheng and raised his eyebrows slightly. His eyebrows were as black as ink, slender and agile, and his bright eyes were full of confusion at this moment.
"Who are you?"
"do not you remember?"
Duan Wu Jiu shook his head.
"Then what do you remember?" Liu Zhiheng asked again.
Duan Wujiu tried to remember who he was and who the girl in front of him was, but just thinking about it gave him a splitting headache.
He still shook his head.
"I don't remember anything."
Liu Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief, it was great, so could she just fool him?
