Lu Yuchen stood beside the bed, looking at the little woman who was still in a coma.
Tang Xinluo's petite face was as pale as paper, and her peach blossom eyes, which were usually charming and enchanting, were now tightly closed, lifeless and so fragile that they seemed to break at the slightest touch.
Looking at her like this, he had the illusion of fear of losing her for the first time.
I couldn't help but reach out and gently cover her brows, then move my hand down along her brows, passing the tip of her small and upturned nose, and finally stopping at her soft cherry lips.
The rough thumb rubbed it gently, and after a moment, he realized his loss of composure.
Pulling his hand back suddenly, Lu Yuchen looked at the woman on the bed with a complicated expression.
He suddenly couldn't figure out his own heart.
But even if he couldn't figure it out, his body had already been treating her well without him even realizing it before he could react.
Sitting beside the bed, the scene of her falling into his arms and crying before she passed out kept flashing through his mind.
She was so delicate, so thin... and yet she had lost so much blood.
Lu Yuchen's breathing became heavier, and his slender and powerful hands unconsciously held her small hand hanging by her side.
He leaned down, leaned against the bed, held her delicate hand in his palms, and pressed it against his forehead.
"Tang Xinluo... you will be fine... I won't allow anything to happen to you."
The deep and hoarse voice, accompanied by the sound of dripping instruments, lingered for a long time.
On the hospital bed, Tang Xinluo's eyelids trembled slightly.
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She didn't know how long she had slept. When Tang Xinluo woke up again, the pain in her lower abdomen that was enough to make her faint had completely disappeared.
The moment she opened her eyes, she thought she was having an illusion.
She blinked a few times and confirmed several times before she was sure that she was not seeing things.
The moment she opened her eyes, a delicate face filled with fatigue slowly enlarged before her eyes.
Looking at the man sleeping beside her bed, Tang Xinluo was stunned for two seconds and couldn't help but murmured: "Lu Yuchen, why is he sleeping here?"
The man seemed to be awakened by her whispering, frowned slightly, and opened his eyes.
Tang Xinluo frowned at Lu Yuchen, watched him open his eyes, and watched him glare at her.
She suddenly thought of what Butler Meng said, that when Lu Yuchen wakes up naturally, he is "cute when he wakes up", but when his sleep is disturbed and he is woken up, he is "grumpy when he wakes up".
Needless to say, she accidentally woke up Lu Yuchen with that cold and sharp glare just now.
"Um... I didn't mean to do that. I didn't expect you to sleep here." Tang Xinluo wanted to explain naturally, but Lu Yuchen didn't even listen to her.
After he found that Tang Xinluo had woken up, he naturally approached her.
Avoiding the wound on her forehead, he placed his warm big palm on her forehead. As if he felt his palm was not enough to measure the temperature, he placed his forehead against hers.
The sudden approach of the male body made Tang Xinluo feel her heart skip a beat. She didn't dare to move and could only lie obediently on the bed and let him "do whatever he wanted."
It wasn't until he suddenly stood up and left that she calmed down.
As a result, he went out for less than thirty seconds and turned back.
"I'll ask your family to send you some porridge. You can't eat anything too greasy when you just woke up." He said as he gently held her hand.
"You had a slight fever last night, but it's gone now. You haven't eaten for almost two days. Drink some porridge to fill your stomach. I'll ask the doctor to give you a comprehensive examination."
Lu Yuchen was usually quite nice to her, but it was rare to see him being so kind, gentle and soothing like he was now.
Tang Xinluo was stunned by his coaxing and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Her silly look made men look like a pitiful little beast, making them want to bully her.
Seeing this, Lu Yuchen reached out and lifted her small chin.
"Tang Xinluo..."
"Hmm?" She raised her eyes, her peach blossom eyes slightly raised with a hint of confusion.
Lu Yuchen's voice became even more hoarse, "What should I do? I seem to... suddenly want to love you."
Tang Xinluo: “…” (To be continued)