Mr. He’s Daily Affections

He Jingyao's fever reached 39 degrees.

Zhixi looked at the number on the thermometer, then glanced at the man lying on the bed, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.

Even though she was so sick, he came to her side immediately, fearing that she would be hurt or wronged in the slightest.

Zhixi felt her nose was slightly sore. She leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on the man's hot forehead, and then covered his forehead with a towel soaked in cold water.

Xiaobao lay on the other side of the bed, his worried face wrinkled: Mom, will daddy die...

Of course not. Zhixi was a little amused and picked up the little guy from the bed, Xiaobao, don't talk about dying.

Xiaobao's eyes widened and he quickly covered his mouth.

Can you go out and wait? I'll call you when dad wakes up. Zhixi touched his head, It's enough for mom to take care of dad here.

Xiaobao nodded obediently.

Zhixi walked out and handed Xiaobao to Uncle Li.

How is the young master? Uncle Li asked worriedly.

I haven't woken up yet, but the fever should be gone after the intravenous drip is finished. Zhixi pursed her lips and said, Uncle Li, prepare some porridge.

Li Bo nodded.

Zhixi returned to the bedside and looked at the sleeping man, feeling sour and soft at the same time.

She held He Jingyao's hot palm and looked at his sick face. Her eye circles were slightly red, but a smile appeared on her face.

So you can get sick too... She put He Jingyao's hand to her lips and kissed it gently, I thought you were invincible.

She buried her face in his palm, tears suddenly rolling down drop by drop.

The He Jingyao in her memory was always strong and always strategizing, and nothing seemed to be able to stump him. She was used to relying on him, but she suddenly discovered that there were times when he was sick and needed to be relied on and taken care of.

This knowledge did not damage his power in her heart at all, but made this man more real.

But she had so little to give him. And it always hurts him. It was good then and it is now.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have faced Zhuo Yuwei and endured such tremendous pressure.

Thinking of this, Zhixi felt a pain in her heart, and her tears became more and more intense.

As if feeling her tears, He Jingyao on the bed moved his eyes and woke up.

The heat in his hands made him realize something.

Zhixi? He said in a low voice.

Are you awake? Zhixi hurriedly wiped away her tears and smiled hoarsely.

She picked up a glass of hot water from the bedside, helped him up, and handed it to his lips: Drink some water quickly. Have you not eaten anything yet? I'll bring the porridge.

No need. He Jingyao took the cup and drank the hot water in one gulp, That's all.

His face was still very pale, but his eyes were still deep, and his illness did not seem to affect his thinking.

Zhixi took the empty cup and placed it on the bedside, looking at him worriedly: How are you now?

Why are you crying? He lifted her chin, gently stroked her cheek, and smiled, I just have a fever and I won't let you be a widow.

It was okay if he didn't say it. When he said this, Zhixi couldn't hold back her tears even more.

She threw herself into his arms and said softly: I'm sorry...

Huh? He was a little funny and ruffled her hair, How can I apologize properly?