Bo Jiang lay on the edge of the bed, looking at him with her beautiful, bright fox eyes. When she saw him wake up, a happy smile appeared on her pretty face, and she placed the back of her warm hand on Bo Heng's cold forehead.
"It's still a little hot, honey, did you have a nightmare?"
Bo Heng's heart was beating fast and his breathing was a little disordered. His dark and cold eyes were fixed on Ye Jiang, as if he was afraid that the gentle and beautiful person in front of him would disappear in the blink of an eye.
He didn't say anything, and Yu Jiang didn't say anything either, just looking at him gently.
After a long moment, Bo Heng's tense nerves relaxed a little, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Yes, I had a nightmare."
"What did you dream about?"
Bo Heng exhaled a foul breath, letting go of all his defenses and vigilance. He looked at the ceiling with an uneasy expression and held her hand tightly. "I dreamed that you left me."
"No wonder it was a nightmare." Ye Jiang blinked, realizing he was lying, but she didn't pursue the matter further. Instead, she cooperated and took over the conversation. After hesitating for a moment, she crawled into the bed and hugged his thin waist, saying delicately, "Honey, you have a fever. I was so worried."
Suddenly realizing that Bo Heng had a fever, Ye Jiang was busy all night, feeding him medicine and wiping his body with alcohol. She was already extremely tired, but she still forced herself to stay awake and kept taking care of Bo Heng.
At this moment, he looked at Bo Heng with grievance. After enduring a whole day, the fox's eyes were filled with glaring red bloodshot, and he looked a little tired.
Bo Heng leaned over, scooped her up with his big hand, and held her securely in his arms. He bent down and kissed her forehead: "Thank you for your hard work, my dear."
"It's not hard~" Xu Jiang snuggled into his arms with a smile, a dark light flashed in her eyes. When Bo Heng was asleep, she asked the system and knew everything about Bo Heng's dream.
Bo Heng inherited three-tenths of his personality from Bo Xiaozhuo, but more of it was influenced by the distorted and morbid love between his parents when he was young. This shadow cast a shadow on him, causing Bo Heng to become extreme, paranoid and crazy.
But Bo Heng is always different from Bo Xiaozhuo. Bo Heng is more gentle and gentlemanly, and not as mean and arrogant as Bo Xiaozhuo.
"What are you thinking about?" Bo Heng lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang who was in a trance, and asked in a hoarse voice.
Jiang came back to her senses and raised her beautiful lips: "I wonder why my husband suddenly fell ill?"
Bo Heng lowered his eyes, thinking of everything in his dream, a flash of disgust flashed across the depths of his eyes. It was a disgusting dream, especially the two white bodies intertwined. Whenever he thought of it, he couldn't help but feel nauseous.
He closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to recall the past, and exhaled deeply. After a moment, he opened his eyes and everything was clear. He stared at her sparkling eyes quietly, and Bo Heng curled his lips: "Because of you."
"I'm making trouble?" Ye Jiang opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"Hmm." Bo Heng pressed closer to her, his hot breath spraying on her snow-white neck.
Ye Jiang clearly felt the changes in his body, her face flushed red as she scolded him: "How shameless! You're still sick, and this is all you can think about?"
"Yeah." Her rosy lips kept moving, but Bo Heng didn't hear a word she said. He wanted to do the same thing when he saw her.
The scorching heat from his body could be felt through his thin pajamas. His muscles quickly tensed up and his entire body became stiff.
At the same time, he lifted up her clothes without caring about anything...
"It's legal, wife..."
Soon, Jiang's snow-white skin turned rosy. Looking at the man in front of her who was full of energy even when he was sick, her breathing became rapid.
She likes it.
A capable man.
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