Can You Love Me?

In the evening, Jian Zechuan didn't leave, but stayed overnight in Feicui Hutong.

This can also be regarded as one of his properties, and he bought it with a few urinating on a whim back then.

Xin Ai's menstruation is here, and she can't do anything. Xin Ai clings to Jian Zechuan coquettishly, and every time she clings to Jian Zechuan, she is about to get angry, and she acts coquettishly, foolishly and roguely, trying to comfort him.

She nestled in his arms and put his hands on her belly.

Today, in order to coax this ancestor well, Xin Ai suffered an old crime, and drank two bowls of hot brown sugar ginger tea in a row, only then did he feel that his stomach pain did not hurt so much.

She put her face on Jian Zechuan's chest, listened to his steady heartbeat, and said obediently: "Third Master, from now on, I will obediently listen to you, don't be like this anymore, okay?"

Xin Ai was more or less certain in her heart that Jian Zechuan didn't care about her at all after making a fuss about it.

No matter how hard she worked, she might really be able to take down this big Buddha.

Jian Zechuan satirized: "Will you be honest?"

Xin Ai nodded vigorously: "Yeah, definitely."

Jian Zechuan covered Xin Ai's eyes, her sincere eyes seemed to speak the most pious language in the world.

But, he doesn't believe it!

He knew that what she said was all false, but he still let her go.

In the middle of the night, Xin Ai had a fever, his whole body was hot, his body was red and pink, his head was sweating profusely, his brows were tightly frowned, and he seemed to be in pain. He grabbed the bed sheet under his body with both hands, and almost tore the bed sheet with great strength.

Fang Ziheng was dragged here by Jian Si again in his sleep. Although he studied Chinese medicine since childhood, he studied Western medicine in university, and then went abroad for further studies for a few years.

Holding the thermometer, Fang Ziheng shook his head and said, "I'm already weak, and it's been raining for so long, so it's no wonder I don't have a fever."

Give Xin Ai a fever-reducing injection, "It will go away at dawn, pay attention to eating lightly these few days."

Suddenly, Xin Ai struggled and shouted in a panic: "Sister...don't go...sister..."

She waved her hands in the air, eager to grab something, Jian Zechuan pressed her arm, but she held it back.

In the drowsiness, she exerted so much strength that the hands she grasped felt a little painful.

She kept repeating a sentence: "Sister, wait for me...wait..."

Fang Ziheng yawned: "It's stagnant in my chest, and my anger is a little hot. Third brother, you little heart, you have a lot of thoughts, so you should enlighten me more."

Jian Zechuan pursed his thin lips and said nothing. Would he not know what she was thinking?

Fang Ziheng left, Jian Si closed the door carefully, he took a last look inside, the third master was sitting by the bed, Xin Ai was still holding his hand tightly.

Jian Si secretly sighed, Xin Ai, you should be careful.

Xu Shi held Jian Zechuan's hand, Xin Ai found support, gradually calmed down, and her breathing returned to normal.

Her cheeks were morbidly red, her soft bangs were attached to her forehead, and her delicate brows were furrowed, like a flower that was blown by the wind and rain and was about to wither. Anyone who saw it wanted to take it home and take care of it carefully.

The night was silent, and the wind and rain outside the window did not stop. Jian Zechuan's heart, which had been rippling a few times tonight, gradually returned to calm amidst Xin Ai's "sister" voices.

It was dawn and the rain stopped.

The stone road in Emerald Hutong is full of fallen leaves.

After tossing all night, the fever on Xin Ai finally subsided.

In the morning, Jian Zechuan went to the company and touched Xin Ai's forehead before leaving to make sure that the fever was gone.

Xin Ai opened her eyes, grabbed Jian Zechuan's sleeve, and called weakly: "Third Master..."

After burning all night, her voice was hoarse, but she had a different taste when listening to it.

"Go to sleep, wake up and have breakfast, someone will take you back."

Xin Ai didn't let go: "Come back to see me tonight?"

Jian Zechuan swept her hand, his eyes fell on her face, "Do you really want to, or... really want to?"

Xin Ai didn't hear other meanings, "I really want to, you come at night, and I'll cook for you, okay?"

She looked weak, like a child, looking forward to him with full expectation.

Jian Zechuan didn't say yes or no, he opened Xin Ai's fingers one by one, and said slowly: "Xin Ai, do you know what is the result of the slanted sword?"

Xin Ai shook her head.

She didn't understand Jian Zechuan, why did she suddenly ask this question.

"It's not others who hurt, but yourself."

Jian Zechuan smiled lowly, "But you are so stupid, can you hurt others?"

Xin Ai bit her lip, what he meant was that her result would only hurt herself, right?

What he said... I always feel that there is another deep meaning.

Jian Zechuan left, but Xin Ai lay on the warm bed, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. After last night, the relationship between her and Jian Zechuan should be one step closer, at least it can't be regarded as a pure sexual relationship, but she How flustered my heart is.

Xin Ai couldn't fall asleep, his mind got more and more confused, so he simply got up.

My lower abdomen is still a little sore, but it is much better than yesterday.

Just about to go out, Fang Ziheng came to take Xin Ai's temperature.

"The fever has subsided, but it has been raining frequently recently and the temperature is low, so we still have to pay attention to avoid repeating it."

Xin Ai nodded: "Thank you."

Fang Ziheng took out some vacuum-packed traditional Chinese medicine that had already been boiled, "This is for your palace cold, two doses a day, usually put it in the refrigerator, take it out and soak it in hot water when drinking it, don't drink it cold, avoid spicy food on weekdays, Don't be greedy for coolness."

"Thanks."

Xin Ai knew that the young man in front of her was a doctor. She had a fever last night, and it was he who gave her the antipyretic injection.

"Someone will bring you breakfast later, and then take you back."

Xin Ai nodded and said thank you again.

With Jian Zechuan's friends, she didn't know what to say. Moreover, although Fang Ziheng looked gentle and elegant, with a smile on his face, he still gave Xin Ai a sense of distance, probably like them, who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. The kind of arrogance that comes with him is brought from the bottom of his heart and cannot be erased.

Fang Ziheng looked at Xin Ai, she was very beautiful, even though he was used to seeing all kinds of beauties since he was a child, he had to admit that when he saw Xin Ai, he was still amazed.

Otherwise, how could we make an exception for the third brother who has always been unfeminine.

Fang Ziheng put his hand on the medicine box, and suddenly asked, "You don't like Third Brother, do you?"

Xin Ai asked back: "Do you have any grudge against your third brother?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Why do you ask that again?"

Fang Ziheng smiled: "I grew up with my grandfather. Others just learned to speak. I learned traditional Chinese medicine jingles. Others started kindergarten. I followed my grandfather to the clinic. Don't think I'm young, but I'm really a I am an old doctor of Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing and asking. I can capture any subtle expression on the patient's face..."

Besides, it is said that there are three things that people cannot hide: cough, poverty and love. If you really love someone, you can't hide them, and vice versa.

So he can very keenly grasp that Xin Ai doesn't seem to have that kind of true love for Jian Zechuan.