After taking the empty bottle in her hand, Qin Yanchen turned around and served her another bowl.

Qiao Ansheng's appetite was actually very small, and after a bowl of porridge, he was basically not hungry. Therefore, he was watching Qin Yanchen hanging porridge for her with his eyes.

The dim light flares on his face, which made Mr. Qin, who has always been cold in front of others, look a bit too beautiful now.

Qiao Ansheng had enough food and drink. In addition to the slightest stretching and pain in his stomach, he was almost resurrected with blood. She held her cheeks and looked at Qin Yanchen with concentration.

"I suddenly feel so happy..."

"Um?"

Qin Yanchen was stirring the porridge for her. Hearing this, he lowered his eyes and looked at the person lying on his lap with some confusion.

Qin Yanchen thought it was a little funny. What's wrong with this girl? I feel so happy when I drink a bowl of porridge under such simple conditions.

He shook his head and handed the porridge he had dried in his hand to Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng took the things from his hand, and she held the jar, her almond eyes shining under the light, like the brightest stars in the sky.

"I don't know why, maybe it's because Mr. Qin, who is so powerful in the eyes of others, is actually cooking porridge for me and taking care of me..."

The heavy rain outside did not affect the sweetness of Qiao Ansheng's smile at all.

A pair of dimples suddenly appeared, and Qin Yanchen's heart was filled with her smile so soft that he didn't know what to say in an instant.

Qiao Ansheng tasted the temperature of the porridge, but it was no longer hot. She straightened up and handed the porridge to Qin Yanchen's lips again: "I'm not hungry, I'm going to watch you eat now..."

She urged, "I have tasted it for you. It's not hot anymore, you can eat it!"

Qiao Ansheng's whole body was much cleaner than in the afternoon. It was always men who wiped her, and then he looked at her.

But the red bloodshot in his eyes did not fade away much, and his hair was no longer as meticulous as before. Instead, it was a little messy, with his shirt on him, indescribable mess.

Qiao Ansheng felt distressed and knew in his heart that he had been taking care of himself for most of the afternoon.

The rain outside did not weaken at all, and lightning flashed one after another, reflecting the entire sky into daylight. The roof of the wooden house was faintly blown by the wind, making a squeaking sound.

After the two of them finished their meal, Qin Yanchen packed up his things and turned his head to see Qiao Ansheng lying in the quilt, looking at him without blinking.

The corners of her eyes were still a little wet, but her little face was reddened by the fire, and her fair skin seemed to be peeled on lychees.

His eyebrows and eyes were soft, he smiled and walked over: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Ansheng's stomach hurt a little. She frowned and pressed it. The biting pain spread to the nerves.

She quickly pulled her hand back.

It’s not that I can’t bear it, but Qiao Ansheng always wants to use these minor illnesses to make fun of Qin Yanchen.

Men's emotions are too restrained, and only then will they reveal some abnormal emotions.

Qiao Ansheng's eyes rolled around, his mouth flattened, and he looked listless: "The stomach hurts a little."

Qin Yanchen frowned slightly, and immediately took off his shoes and sat on the hard bed.

He sat upright and stretched out his hands to the pitiful person lying on the bed: "Do you want me to hold and rub it?"

When he wiped Qiao Ansheng's body in the afternoon, he checked the wound, but he didn't find any ointment at that time, so Qin Yanchen didn't dare to massage her randomly.

Now I have been resting for a while, and I don’t know how the injury is. It seems that Qiao Ansheng has recovered a lot.

Qiao Ansheng nodded, smiled in full bloom, like a child who had gotten candy: "I want..."

She happily lifted the quilt, got up and shrank into his arms.

The man is very cold in character, but his body temperature is several degrees higher than that of ordinary people. Now leaning on him is like leaning on a warm stove.

Qin Yanchen asked Qiao Anshengping to pillow his arm and lay on his legs. He freed up his other hand and lifted Qiao Ansheng's clothes: "Be good, don't move, I'll see what's going on."

Qiao Ansheng really stopped moving obediently.

After the corner of the clothes was lifted, the skin under the clothes was as white as jade, with a faint luster, but a piece of black green appeared on the right abdomen.

The bruise was blue and purple, and under the blue and purple was blood-red.

Just from the hideous color, you can see how much pain Qiao Ansheng had to endure when he was hit.

Between the line of life and death, if the person exerts a little harder or has a little more position, it will probably be more than just blood stasis.

His baby suffered such a serious injury for him without saying a word.

Qin Yanchen's fingers trembled slightly, and he touched them gently for a while, as if he was carefully touching a rare treasure that could be crushed to pieces at any time: "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Ansheng blinked his eyes, thought for a while, and then replied: "I didn't feel it at first, but now I feel it hurts a lot."

Qin Yanchen didn't dare to rub such a large area of ​​bruises without medicinal oil, so he had to carefully cover the corner of his clothes again.

Then he pulled the quilt and wrapped Qiao Ansheng tightly, and then he dared to hold it hard in his arms.

"Next time you leave, you will leave, do you know?"

Qiao Ansheng twisted his body uncomfortable under the quilt. She wanted to comfort the man, but unexpectedly ran into the man's dark pupils.

A man's expression is rarely serious.

Even though he usually treats others indifferently, there are few times when Qiao Ansheng's words were blocked in his chest and was frightened by his expression.

The man held her hand tightly, his eyes fixed and hot: "Only if you are well, I can live."

His thin lips opened lightly, and every word was filled with a heavy force: "Do you understand?"

Qiao Ansheng was frightened by his courage and nodded in his eyes.

When the man saw that she agreed, he felt relieved, calmed down, grabbed her hand, and kissed her fingertips.

The crackling sound of firewood in the room mixed with the violent rain outside the window, forming a peaceful atmosphere strangely.

There was only one quilt on the bed, all wrapped around Qiao Ansheng.

Qiao Ansheng hugged in the quilt, feeling a little sorry for the man being frozen outside, so she struggled for a moment and pouted her lips: "I still feel uncomfortable..."

Qin Yanchen's eyebrows suddenly became nervous: "Where is uncomfortable?"

Qiao Ansheng struggled to stretch out his hand from the tightly wrapped quilt. She curled her lips and glanced at the quilt wrapped around her.
Chapter completed!