I finally reached the water and was about to put it to my mouth, but my hand shook and the water spilled onto the quilt.

Wei Xiaobao was watching right beside them. She had the same sharp tongue as her mother, but a soft heart. Actually, she was not a bad person. When she saw the water spilled, she quickly lifted the quilt, fearing that the water would flow into the wound and cause infection.

Unexpectedly, her mother insisted that she wear high heels today. In her anxiety, she lifted the quilt and sprained her foot. She screamed and fell on Zhou Xilai.

Zhou Xilai subconsciously reached out to hug Wei Xiaobao, but the wound suddenly felt excruciatingly painful, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans immediately started to flow down.

Wei Xiaobao hurriedly raised her arms and tried to get up from him, but Zhou Xilai was holding her tightly, preventing her from getting up. She struggled slightly: "Let me go..."

Zhou Xilai forced a smile on his pale face: "You must be hurt from the fall."

It was the first time that Wei Xiaobao was so close to Zhou Xilai while he was awake, and he saw him hugging him despite the pain.

Her already ugly face wrinkled into a ball, making it look even uglier, but there was an inexplicable sense of humor in it, and she suddenly burst out laughing: "It doesn't hurt..."

Wei Xiaobao was a girl with a round face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. When Zhou Xilai smiled, he felt that his wounds no longer hurt, so he smiled too.

Wei Xiaobao got up from him, threw her high heels into the corner, and walked barefoot on the ground.

Zhou Xilai's quilt was wet, so she had to change it for a clean one. She brought her own bed over and was about to change it, but Zhou Xilai held the corner of the quilt tightly and refused to let go. Wei Xiaobao got anxious: "You'll get sick if you cover yourself with this quilt at night!"

Zhou Xilai smiled shyly: "I'm wearing very little underneath, I'm afraid you'll see."

Last night, Zhou Xilai had to hold his urine and waited for Xue Guixiang to come and help him go to the bathroom. Xue Guixiang had been taking care of him all day, but he didn't expect that this would happen just after Xue Guixiang left.

Wei Xiaobao's face flushed red. "Do you think I want to watch this? If my mom hadn't forced me to, I wouldn't bother with you."

As she spoke, she angrily pulled off Zhou Xilai's quilt. Zhou Xilai clamped her legs together and screamed, "Xiao Baoer, you are a girl, how can you be so fierce?"

Zhou Xilai was wearing a pair of large flowered shorts, his two thin and slender black legs were nervously clamped into an "x" shape, and he thought to himself, Xiaobao, please give me some face. I have endured for thirty years, is it not easy for me?

Wei Xiaobao thought his legs were like hemp straw, but unexpectedly they were stronger than she imagined. At least there were two muscles on his legs, so he didn't look so miserable.

She said unhappily, "Don't clamp it, the quilt won't cover you tightly like this."

Zhou Xilai didn't care about his face anymore. He thought, since he was being seen, he might as well see it thoroughly. He would be seen sooner or later anyway. With this thought, he stretched out his legs and lay there openly.

Wei Xiaobao hurriedly covered him with the quilt and took the wet quilt away with a red face.

There was her scent on the newly changed quilt. Zhou Xilai sniffed and smiled secretly with a sly look in his eyes.

Even though this girl is a bit fat and strong, he likes it that way. He is thin, and Wei Xiaobao is majestic. Their future child will be a perfect match, neither fat nor thin. How wonderful...

Xue Guixiang and her son and daughter-in-law returned home and were about to go to their room to ask about her brother-in-law and Wei Xiaobao when they heard Qiao Jingzhen calling her.

Qiao Jingzhen warmed her dinner on the stove and called her to the kitchen to eat. Only then did Zhou Zhuo and Lin Qingqing return to their own rooms.