The world's most sassy sweet wife

When He Xuanchen heard the words "Yu Ziqing", his heart was suddenly grabbed.

Hearing that she was "dead", he felt breathless and almost breathed out.

He Yunhua noticed his strangeness, and asked with concern: "Xuan Chen, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

He Xuanchen looked at her with blood-red eyes, at Yuan Wenjing beside her, at Yu Feifan, and at everyone.

This is definitely a dream!
She will not die!

The scene in front of him suddenly cracked like a glass wall, the happy picture was frozen, and finally turned into fragments and disappeared.

puff--

He Xuanchen sat up suddenly from the bed, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

He supported the side of the bed with both hands, and looked around, his eyes unfocused.

Another dream?
Are you still awake?

Is she in this dream?
Will she live?
He stared blankly at the door, as if he stubbornly believed that this way he could see people out.

Ten seconds later, his pupils shrank.

The miracle has appeared!
He had never seen this woman in a dream, but this time he did!
Did you finally have a sweet dream?

As long as she is willing to stay by her side, it doesn't matter if it's a dream.

When Yu Ziqing went to the bathroom, she heard some movement here, so she hurried back.

I was shocked to see the blood sprayed on the floor.

"Why did you vomit blood?" According to her judgment, there was nothing wrong with his body, but the most important thing was that he was under a lot of mental stress.

He Xuanchen's eyes seemed to be glued to her body, looking at her nervous little face, he could also hear her voice.

Watching her grabbing his wrist, watching her frown slightly.

real, familiar.

After Yu Ziqing checked his pulse, there was no major problem, except that his mental power was seriously depleted.

This situation is very similar to the mental fatigue caused by her treatment of Mrs. Su.

Seeing the temperature on the ear thermometer, he said, "38.1 degrees, better."

She took out a medicine, stuffed it into his mouth, and gave him a sip of water.

Some blood was splashed on the quilt and bed sheets, and the front of He Xuanchen's pure white shirt was also stained with blood.

She turned around and took out He Xuanchen's pajamas from the closet, and came over to help him take off his shirt.

He Xuanchen didn't dare to move, for fear that all of this was an illusion.

Even when Yu Ziqing helped him get dressed, the two of them had physical contact, he still didn't dare to touch her, and obediently let her manipulate her.

He was afraid that the person in front of him was simply a shadow that he couldn't catch.

Yu Ziqing helped him get out of bed, and said, "The sheets and quilts need to be changed, so go to my room to sleep first."

She supported his arm with one hand, touched his head with the other, and asked, "Does your head hurt?"

When she was treating Mrs. Su's illness, her mental strength was severely exhausted, and she suffered from headaches for several days.

Nightmares also consume mental energy, because the body is asleep and the brain is still operating at a high intensity.

He Xuanchen didn't even dare to speak, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, all the beautiful pictures would be destroyed, like the last dream, they would turn into glass shards and disappear.

He just followed her silently like this, letting her take him anywhere.

Even in hell, he will follow.

Yu Ziqing supported him on the bed, looked at his dull and handsome face, and couldn't help feeling worried.

Wouldn't it be really stupid?

She stretched out a palm, shook it in front of his eyes, and asked, "How much is this?"

He Xuanchen looked straight at her face, glanced at her hands, and continued to stare at her face.

He hesitated to speak, worried that if he made a sound, the person would disappear.

But ignore her, afraid that she will be angry.

He promised that he would never hurt her again like before.

He said in a low voice, "5."

Yu Ziqing frowned, how long does it take to count with one hand?

This brain is probably not as good as that of a two-year-old baby.

She stretched out an index finger: "How much is this?"

He Xuanchen just made a sound, and found that the person hadn't disappeared, and finally felt a little relieved: "1."

Yu Ziqing pointed to herself: "Who am I?"

He Xuanchen pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

Yu Ziqing blinked: "You don't know me?"

He Xuanchen chose an answer in his mind, but he was afraid that the woman would be angry.

He looked at her, observed the changes in her face, and whispered, "My wife."

During the observation, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

He Xuanchen frowned, but he wasn't angry?
It really was a dream.

Yu Ziqing can now be sure that this person's mind is still trapped in a dream and has not returned to reality.

This is not the first time this happened, it happened before in Haicheng.

As long as the brain is not broken, it's fine, so she is very calm now.

Holding his face, she said softly, "He Xuanchen, listen to me."

He Xuanchen let her hold her face and looked at her stupidly, not knowing what she was going to say.

Are you going to say unfeeling words again?

Are you going to leave him?
Yu Ziqing tried to wake him up, and comforted him patiently: "You are already awake, this is not a dream."

He Xuanchen's eyes were blank.

Not a dream?But how could this woman in front of him treat him with unprecedented tenderness, if it wasn't a dream?

Yu Ziqing pinched his face hard: "Does it hurt?"

He Xuanchen frowned slightly: "It doesn't hurt."

Yu Ziqing smiled wryly, she obviously used a lot of force just now.

His pale cheeks were already blushing, but he still said it didn't hurt.

If it doesn't work, she can only slap her up.

Her patience is limited.

"Did you dream just now?" she asked.

He Xuanchen stared at her lips: "Well, it's been a long dream."

Yu Ziqing felt that his overall mood was still very calm, much better than the previous nightmares, at least this time he could survive by himself.

"So how do you feel now?" she asked.

He Xuanchen's Adam's apple rolled, and he licked his lower lip, "I feel like I'm still in a dream."

Yu Ziqing measured his temperature with an ear thermometer, and it was 38.5 degrees.

"How did you get promoted? Even if it's a viral cold, it's not as fast as you."

He Xuanchen looked at her, feeling more and more incredible, how could this woman take care of him so carefully?

Don't you want to get rid of him?
Yu Ziqing walked out of the room, took out a bunch of pills from the portable space, and walked back to the room.

"You vomited blood just now, and this one works. You didn't eat this morning, and you ate this too."

Like stuffing jelly beans, she gave He Xuanchen three or four pills.

After feeding him a few sips of spiritual liquid, he said, "Go to sleep again."

Be with him until he wakes up.

He Xuanchen didn't want to be obedient this time: "Don't sleep anymore."

What if I enter another dream without her?
Yu Ziqing decided to follow him, let's go to bed if he doesn't sleep.

After that, he took his temperature every half an hour, gave him medicine, and never left the room.

After a few hours, He Xuanchen kept staring at her.

Yu Ziqing asked curiously, "Aren't your eyes sore?"

He Xuanchen suddenly said, "Are you dead?"

The meticulous care made him feel very unreal, and he even suspected that this was a dream.

Perhaps, the tenderness of this woman is just a fantasy he constructed in his mind.