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Chapter 407 Because He Has Miss Mu

Mu Xin: "..."

This brain circuit, this thinking jump is really good.

She moved to the side of the bed without a word, and stretched out her hand towards his face.

Looking at Xiang Xiuhan, he felt terrified, "Don't move your hands, you're getting an IV drip, be careful if you drop the needle, you're about to have another injection."

Mu Xin stretched out her hands to hold his handsome face as if she hadn't heard it, blinked, looked left and right, frowned and asked, "Honey, are you alright?"

Xiang Xiuhan carefully protected her hanging needle, lowered his head and looked at her, looking at his beautiful star eyes, reflecting his face, as if he was the only one, and in her eyes, he was the only one in her heart.

but……

Her words, Xiang Xiuhan, I don't need you.

Let him think of it, and it hurts.

He stretched out his hand to hold her gently in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her hair with complicated emotions, "I have something to do, my heart hurts, seeing you sick, I'm afraid of losing you, the pain is so hard to breathe."

If she doesn't say it, it's all true.

In short, she came back to find him by herself, so he won't let go!

Never!
Mu Xin stretched out her hand to gently hug his waist, buried her face in his arms, "Silly, it's just a fever."

Xiang Xiuhan: "Yes."

Mu Xin let go of him, lay down again, and said to him, "Lie down and rest together."

Xiang Xiuhan reached out and rubbed her head, "No, it's easier to take care of you sitting down. You have a high fever and are prone to convulsions. I have to be careful."

Mu Xin saw that he couldn't be persuaded, so she compromised, then lay down outside, grabbed his hand, lay her pillow on the side of her face, closed her eyes, "Good night, my Mr. Xiang."

Xiang Xiuhan bowed his head, and kissed her forehead full of love, "Sweet dream, my wife Xiang."

This time, I hope you will need me in your dream.

Mu Xin was ill, took medicine, and received an IV drip, and with Xiang Xiuhan's presence, she felt at ease and fell asleep soon.

Xiang Xiuhan took care of her by the side, taking her temperature every half an hour, and didn't feel relieved until her fever subsided and there was no recurrence of fever.

And he never took out the hand that was on her pillow. He liked to see her rely on him and need him like this.

At dawn, Mu Xin had completely subsided from her high fever. When she opened her eyes, she saw Xiang Xiuhan staring at her. His deep eyes were like the deep sea, with countless invisible dangerous storms lurking.

She looked into his deep eyes, a little dazed.

I remember that when she was reborn, as long as she slept, as long as he looked at her like this, she would wake up with fright, but now it won't happen.

She likes him more and more.

Thinking of such a simple happiness, Mu Xin hooked her lips and smiled, stretched out her hand to touch his chin with blue stubble, "Have you not slept all night?"

With a stubble chin, it was prickly to the touch, and her palms were a little itchy, but she liked the way it felt.

Xiang Xiuhan raised his hand and pulled the broken hair sticking to her face behind her ears, "You're not well, I can't sleep."

"Mr. Xiang, why are you always so stupid." Mu Xin sat up, and the indwelling needle on the back of her hand had already been pulled out.

Xiang Xiuhan helped her up, took a pillow, and let her lean on, "Because he has Miss Mu."

He took out the thermos box and poured out the preserved egg and chicken porridge inside.

Mu Xin smelled the fragrance and felt hungry, so she sniffed and sniffed, looked at Xiang Xiuhan, swallowed, "Honey, the porridge you made smells so delicious."

"Xiu Yan bought it, not me." Xiang Xiuhan lifted her quilt and explained.

(End of this chapter)