Xia Pan'er tiptoed and opened the door to the living room, fearing to wake up anyone sleeping at home.

Sure enough, the tall and elegant Kang Junxi was still sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for her.

It's just that he has never smoked, and now he is filled with smoke and the ashtray is full of cigarette butts.

The crystal lamp in the living room shone with golden light, enveloping his fair face.

"Ding Ding is asleep?"

"Well, Sister Wu hummed him to sleep."

"You haven't slept yet?" Xia Pan'er asked lightly with guilt and self-blame.

"Can't sleep." Kang Junxi blew out a smoke ring, his deep eyes lacked the calm elegance and nobility of the past.

Xia Paner stood still in front of him and asked, "Why?"

He turned away, and Xia Pan'er saw a touch of melancholy and a hint of fear in those deep eyes.

"Because I worked with Tang Junhao in "Smiles Like Flowers"?" she asked.

She knew that this gentle and cheerful man in front of her would never tell her if she didn't ask. He would only bear and lick all the injuries and pains on his own, and his eyes would always only bear her joys and sorrows.

He didn't answer, and Xia Pan'er knew that silence meant acquiescence to Kang Junxi.

My heart ached tenderly.

Walked up to him, knelt down, and took the cigarette between his fingers from his hand:

"Don't smoke in the future, okay, Junxi, you have clean taste and are not suitable for smoking."

Kang Junxi's hand trembled: She cares about him, right?

"Junxi, don't worry, nothing will happen to Tang Junhao." Xia Paner buried her head in his lap.

He was startled: she knew what she was worried about and what she was afraid of, she knew it.

Over the years, they have had a close understanding of each other and a surprisingly tacit understanding.

You can almost understand what the other person is thinking just by looking at the other person's face. The other person is like a rib in your body.

He suddenly couldn't help himself. He leaned down, held up the elegant and graceful face in his lap, and breathed heavily:

"Pan'er, I'm so afraid of losing you; losing Tintin!"

He couldn't help but put his lips on hers, and rolled her sweet lips...

This kiss was not as gentle as a gurgling stream, but like a flood that had just emerged from the gate, fierce and turbulent.

But it is full of helplessness, fear, burns, and pain...

Xia Paner's heart twitched.

…

When she came to the bathroom, she suddenly held her belly in her hands as a habit, and a severe cramping pain hit her, like needle pricks, like knife cuts, overwhelming. There were dense beads of sweat on her forehead, and she frowned:

"hehe……"

The hoarse voice was a groan of extreme pain, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes drop by drop.

Kang Junxi heard the strange noise and rushed over immediately:

"Pan'er, you're on your period again!" He said heartbrokenly, picked her up across the waist, and walked to her bedroom.

Gently put her on the bed, staring at her extremely painful expression, the cold sweat pouring out from her forehead, the red lips turning purple due to clenching her teeth tightly, and the trembling and twitching body, wishing she could

Pain for her.

It turns out that Xia Pan'er always suffered from excruciating pain when she encountered "special circumstances" every month. She once sought treatment from Chinese medicine doctors everywhere and ate bowls of bitter and astringent Chinese medicine. Kang Junxi did not know how to seek medical treatment for her menstrual pain.

I asked how many hospitals I had taken the medicine, but there was no obvious effect.

He was almost desperate, but hard work paid off. A few days ago, he found out from a relative in the countryside that there was an old doctor who could cure this strange disease. He was ecstatic.

He held her hand and said tenderly: "Pan'er, I have found a folk remedy for menstrual pain from an old doctor in the countryside these days. I will come with you right away!"

Xia Pan'er held his big hand and said, "It's too late, let's do it tomorrow!"

"Nothing, I'll go right away!" After saying that, he broke free from Xia Pan'er's hand, and the tall and graceful figure disappeared into the kitchen.

Xia Pan'er reluctantly followed her.

In the past four years, apart from letting Sister Wu cook occasionally, Kang Junxi personally took the dishes most of the time and cooked delicious meals for her.

No matter how busy a grown man is outside, he immediately puts on his bib and cooks when he comes back, and he actually enjoys it.

Just because he likes to watch her eat every dish he cooked with relish at the dinner table. For him, it is a kind of silent satisfaction and happiness.

At this time, he was brewing a pot of tea on the gas stove, still wearing the bib with the panda pattern on his body, and was busy in the kitchen with ease.

There are several tumbling roses on the water in the pot, and the dry petals glow pink in the water.

"This is..." Xia Pan'er asked hesitantly.

Kang Junxi turned back to look at Xia Pan'er and said fondly: "Lie down there and sleep for a while. Why did you get up?"

"Better!" Xia Pan'er lied, "What kind of folk remedy is this?"

Kang Junxi's eyes were full of intoxicating tenderness: "This is rose tea. The old doctor told me that rose tea has the effect of regulating menstruation and relieving pain, and it is also called "Dense Love and Sweetness"!

"Regulating menstruation and relieving pain?... Deep affection?"

Xia Pan'er murmured, and her heart was filled with emotion like a tide. Her tears were misty, and she hugged Kang Junxi tightly from behind:

"Junxi, you are so kind to me!"

Feeling her burning heat, Kang Junxi's body became a little stiff, and electric current ran through his body.

Looking back, he pinched her little nose bitterly: "Little fool, as long as you are willing, I am willing to be good to you and take care of you for the rest of my life!"

Not long after, the rose tea was ready.

There were a few dried roses floating in the delicate cup, their petals glowing pink in the water. She picked up the cup, and a rich fragrance hit her face.

Kang Junxi watched Xia Pan'er drinking the tea with gentleness and affection, looking forward to a miracle happening.

And Xia Paner's heart ached and was hurt so hard because of Kang Junxi's meticulous care for her.

…

Kang Junxi waited quietly by her bedside, until her extremely painful expression disappeared completely from her face, revealing a faint rosy color; her lips that turned blue and purple returned to bright red, and then he tucked her into bed.

He kissed her indescribably soft and smooth lips and prepared to leave the room...

In the past four years, he has never forced himself on her.

If he wanted to force her, he believed that Xia Pan'er, who was grateful to him, would let him do it thousands of times.

However, in Kang Junxi's heart, that kind of love was not pure love!

Turning around, Kang Zhiqiao was wearing pajamas, holding on to the door frame, her bright eyes filled with jealousy:

"Brother, do you love Pan'er so deeply?"

Yes, she was jealous, sometimes even to the point of going crazy with jealousy.

Ever since her girlish heart was gently opened, she had filled her heart with her brother, secretly and stubbornly loving him.

Kang Junxi walked to the door, and Kang Zhiqiao suddenly threw herself into his arms, crying aggrievedly: "Why, why, no matter how good and outstanding I am, you ignore my existence?"

The hot and mature woman's body was in his arms, and the softness of her chest pressed against him, making him feel as uncomfortable as suffocation.

Pushing her away hard: "Zhiqiao, because I always only treat you as my sister!"

"But you clearly know that I am not your biological sister, I am not!" She was hysterical, tears falling rapidly one drop after another.

What was left with her was a heartless figure, and Kang Junxi had already knocked on his door.
Chapter completed!