It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and Wei Yan opened her eyes in bed.

Rain poured in from the window. Wei Yan pushed up her tired body and walked lamely to close the window.

When she just stood up, there was a sound of footsteps quickly. She turned around and saw a tall figure appearing at the door.

Wei Yan thought she was dreaming, but the clear and cold rain falling outside the window reminded her soberly that this was not a dream.

Leng Yeting was sleeping on the sofa when he was awakened by the sound of rain. He immediately rushed to close the window. Now he was frozen at the door, looking at Wei Yan. He didn't know what to say.

Wei Yan looked at him, turned around, and raised his hand to close the window.

She opened the curtains to let the street lights outside illuminate the house.

Wei Yan's voice was hoarse because of being asleep for a long time and waking up for the first time: "Why are you here?"

"How do you feel?" Leng Yeting came in and asked.

As he approached, Wei Yan felt a little at a loss.

She turned and went to the bathroom, and I went to wash up.

On the way there, she was stopped by Leng Yeting, who happened to be coming over. Leng Yeting put his big palm on her forehead.

Leng Yeting's thick eyebrows frowned slightly: "It's still very hot."

The word "hot" in his mouth reminded Wei Yan of Diandian and asked, "Where's Diandian? How is he?"

"It's still burning."

Wei Yan was a little sad: "I'm going to wash up, and I'll go see him later."

Leng Yeting did not stay in her room longer. Wei Yan washed up quickly because she was worried about her son. When she came out, she saw the thin blanket on the sofa and realized that Leng Yeting slept on it last night.

Wei Yan looked at him, then turned around and went to Diandian's room.

Leng Yeting was sitting beside Diandian's bed, looking down at his son who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

After Wei Yan came in, she suddenly became wary. When Leng Yeting turned around and looked over, she looked at him without blinking.

Leng Yeting felt a little uncomfortable: "Why is there such a look?"

"You..." Wei Yan pursed her lips, "Don't try to take away Diandian."

Leng Yeting said solemnly: "I have no such plan."

Wei Yan didn't say anything, went to the other side of the bed, raised his hand and put it on Dot's forehead.

Seeing how nervous she was and how defensive she was against him, Leng Yeting's dark eyes dimmed.

"Go to bed," Wei Yan looked up at him, "Have a good rest, I'm here with you."

"You are also a patient."

"I've slept enough, it doesn't matter."

Leng Yeting didn't answer, and looked back at Dot on the bed.

Diandian slept soundly, her little face was red.

At this moment, Wei Yan noticed the small bun on his forehead and gently touched it with his fingers.

Leng Yeting said: "In order to pour you warm water, he fell off the stool and injured his knee."

Wei Yan immediately looked at Diandian's knee, feeling extremely distressed.

Leng Yeting's tone was a little uncomfortable: "You taught him well."

Wei Yan didn't say anything. After confirming that all the injuries had been taken care of, she carefully covered her son with a thin blanket.

Coming out of the room, Leng Yeting, who was walking behind, gently closed the door.

Wei Yan went back to the living room and said, "Did Diandian call you?"

"It was Su Mei who beat me."

Wei Yan understood and asked again: "Are you hungry?"

Leng Yeting was actually not hungry. Although he didn't eat after coming here yesterday, when he heard Wei Yan's words, he couldn't help but ask, "You want to cook for me?"

"We still have wontons and dumplings at home, or do you want noodles?"

"Is there any meal?"

"...That might take a long time."

"Okay, then I'll eat."

He subconsciously hoped that she would stay here and spend more time with him.

Wei Yan looked deeply into his eyes, maybe because the night was too dark, or maybe because she was a patient at this time, she did not catch the coldness and resistance in his eyes before.

Wei Yan suddenly smiled slightly: "Okay."

She turned and went into the kitchen.

Leng Yeting couldn't bear it and followed him: "Either you go back and rest. I'll come and you'll still be a patient."

"Only patients need to move more. I've slept enough." Wei Yan replied.

But after saying this, she closed her eyes slightly and felt dizzy.

Leng Yeting, who had been observing her every move, immediately stepped forward and reached out to support her.

Wei Yan failed to stand firm and leaned back, falling into his broad arms.

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