After a few dry heaves, Su Qianci vomited out a little stomach acid and nothing else.
From yesterday noon till now, I just drank a glass of water.
Su Qianci felt so dizzy that not long after she lay down again, she fell into a deep sleep again.
When I woke up again, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
Su Qianci felt her hand being held and moved, waking up the man who had accidentally fallen asleep.
Li Sicheng reached out his big hand, touched her forehead, then touched himself and frowned.
Su Qianci looked at him, a little dazed.
At this moment, Li Sicheng had two dark circles on his clean and tough face, and even his chin had a light blue color. His hair was messy, and he had changed his clothes, but he still looked a little decadent.
There was a piece of gauze wrapped on his head, just above his left eyebrow.
However, when she came to her senses and realized that it was him, Su Qianci's mouth pursed and tears of grievance immediately fell.
Li Sicheng was frightened and asked softly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Su Qianci started to cry and grabbed his hand: "It hurts, my whole body hurts..."
Li Sicheng frowned and reached out his hand to wipe away her tears.
But Su Qianci suddenly shrank back and shouted, "Don't touch me!"
HIV is transmitted through fluids.
Su Qianci knew this common sense.
But after avoiding his hand, she felt even more aggrieved in her heart, her tears flowed even more violently, and she bit her lower lip and sobbed violently.
Li Sicheng paused and looked at her, "What's wrong?"
There was worry in those cold and deep eyes.
Su Qianci finally couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into tears, grabbing his hand, "Mr. Li, I..."
I was raped, I have AIDS, and I may die.
I may never be with you again, ever again...
But when the words came to her lips, Su Qianci couldn't say them.
Holding his hand, Su Qianci cried like a child abandoned by her parents, desperate and sad.
Li Sicheng helped her up, held her in his arms, and patted her back gently.
Su Qianci wiped her tears with her sleeve to prevent them from falling on him, then she leaned over gently.
Reaching out to grab his collar and greedily smelling his scent, Su Qianci felt even more sour and painful in her heart.
"It's okay. The old woman has been brought to justice and has been detained for intentional homicide. I will ask Sheng Ximing to help me with the lawsuit and she will definitely be sentenced severely."
Sheng Ximing is the most famous talk show host in Cannes. With him around, even if Mrs. Tang has three heads and six arms, she will at least be sentenced to ten or twenty years in prison.
"How did you find me?" Su Qianci asked after a moment's pause.
"I found out." Li Sicheng touched her head, his deep and mellow voice was gentle and soft, "Eat something, Grandpa just brought you some porridge, and he was going to stay with you, but I chased him away."
Su Qianci smiled softly and patted him with her hand, "You are so bad. If Grandpa knew you said that, he would definitely beat you up."
Li Sicheng held her hand and hugged her tighter and tighter.
"Mrs. Li."
"Um."
"I almost thought I would never see you again." Li Sicheng's voice trembled a little, and his arms around her tightened, "Fortunately you are okay, fortunately..."
Su Qianci almost burst into tears again. She gently pushed him away, forced a smile, and said coquettishly, "I'm hungry."
(End of this chapter)