A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

In dreams, in hopeless darkness.

She seemed to see her mother, but only from her back, leaving from her eyes.

The figure walked quickly, and disappeared into the darkness almost in an instant.

With five fingers spread out, she tried to grab it, but what she caught was nothingness.

"Don't go...don't go..."

Tears flowed.

She cried very sadly, but it was very real.

It's not like before, when she deceived him with her tears, like when she deceived him.

Rather, it is truly sad, like a cub that has lost the care of its mother.

Lu Yan bowed his head and kissed her unstoppable tears, and reached out to grab her hand that was struggling to lift, as if she wanted to grab something.

The weak and boneless little hands are icy cold.

It seems that no matter how you cover it, you can't cover it.

But she suddenly stopped making trouble, and just curled up in his arms tremblingly, but she didn't let go of her hands, holding them together with his.

"Be good, don't cry. Go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up... Be good..."

Showing the patience and gentleness he treated Jing Jing, Lu Yan hugged her to comfort her like a daughter.

Almost sang her a lullaby.

However, ever since the two of them held hands together, Bao Jinghan stopped making trouble.

Although the tears were still flowing, the person calmed down, and there was even a touch of softness on the corner of his mouth.

It was as if she had dreamed of something that made her very satisfied.

Warm lights enveloped the bedside.

The lights are dim, and a pair of excellent figures, under the silent light, reflects a gentle and intimate intimacy, and seems to compose the charm and tranquility of the quiet years.

Lu Yan kept the same posture and just sat there.

Until the drip was finished, he pulled out the needle skillfully.

Then he took the thermometer and took her temperature.

Compared with the previous high fever of nearly [-] degrees, although the temperature is still burning, it can be considered to have dropped.

Unpacking an ice pack and sticking it on her, Lu Yan turned the little girl over and laid it flat on the bed, picked up the alcohol cotton ball Wang Tingwan gave him before, and gently wiped her back to cool her down .

Thinking about it carefully, this action, this scene is quite ambiguous and evocative.

In particular, Bao Jinghan would utter a sound or two, almost like a groan, because of the cold feeling of ironing the hot skin.Moaned in a low voice.

But Lu Yan did it meticulously, cleanly and elegantly.

The black eyes that were burning with flames were pure and pure, without any uncontrollable desire.

It's just that when she was whispering, his fingers holding the alcohol cotton ball would unconsciously stiffen for half a second.

Indeed, there is nothing wrong with attracting admiration between men and women, and a little bit of sexual desire.

But at this moment, the kind of pity and pampering emanating from the depths of his heart has covered up the most primitive desire like a beast.

Not to conquer, not to possess.

It's the careful thoughtfulness and love, which is full, thick, and revealed inadvertently.

It is more real and more affectionate than the lingering beauty in the bed!

But he didn't know that this lingering seed of affection had already germinated...

After a tossing, her body temperature dropped a lot, and her breathing also stabilized, but she still shivered from time to time.

Seeing that poor little girl who could melt people's hearts, Lu Yan took a deep breath, undressed and went to bed, hugging her.

It seemed that she had found a warm comfort, but she slowly fell asleep.

But Lu Yan had a hard time tonight...