"Wenmo, my stomach hurts." Xia Lian shook Wenmo's arm.
"Yes, I know."
Seemingly worried that Wen Mo hadn't seen the contents of her phone, Xia Lian moved closer to the side, her little head, which had been hot from a fever, suddenly becoming much smarter.
"cell phone……"
"Yes, I saw it just now, don't worry." Wen Mo got up as if nothing had happened, smiled at Xia Lian, and said, "I'll go get a hot water bottle to put on your stomach."
He's pretending to be stupid.
Seeing Wen Mo about to leave, the girl tugged at his sleeve, then shook her head, a hint of awkwardness on her face, and even spoke faster, "No, hot water bottle..."
The next second, Wen Mo stopped and turned around, shrugging helplessly. "A hot water bottle is fine too, it feels really comfortable on your stomach."
Xia Lian didn't hesitate. She sat up halfway to wake herself up, and after noticing his gaze, she pinched her pajamas and pulled them up a little to reveal her smooth belly.
"I want Wenmo's hand."
"Don't take your clothes off without warning!" Wen Mo quickly stepped forward and pulled the clothes back up, frowning slightly. His earlier guess had come true.
Sure enough, this was the step that was waiting for me...
That explains why you suddenly handed me your phone, and why it happened to be on that particular page.
Seeing Wenmo sit back on the bed, the girl took a few steps forward and repeated blankly, "I want Wenmo's hand..."
Wen Mo hesitated. This was definitely not a normal thing to do, but as Xia Lian stared at him with those innocent big eyes, his defenses crumbled step by step.
...Never mind, she's a patient.
"Just this once, since you're a patient." Wen Mo turned her face away, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she spoke, silently muttering a few complaints to herself.
Even he himself wondered if he was too easy to talk to; once this girl started acting cute, it was as if he couldn't do anything about her.
I'm not worried about Xiao Lian's health at all, hmph!
"Then I'll be sick every day from now on."
"Don't say things like that. Being sick every day is no good." Wen Mo frowned slightly and tapped her forehead lightly. What was this girl thinking?
"But... Wenmo only rubs his stomach when he's sick..."
The girl innocently pointed her finger, her innocent eyes revealing no impurities, her feverish forehead still feeling a little dizzy.
"...I know...! I'll massage your tummy when I have time, okay? Let me know when your period comes." Wen Mo was about to collapse. Even though this girl's tone and speed of speech were so slow, she always managed to deliver a precise blow to him.
After saying all the necessary instructions, Wen Mo swallowed hard and looked at the girl's lower abdomen.
"I... I'm going to lift it up." He raised his eyes slightly to remind her, and seeing that the girl did not react, he did not wait any longer and raised his trembling hand to lift her clothes up a little.
Her fair skin paired with her smooth abdomen made even her lonely belly button look inexplicably cute.
Wen Mo's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze fixed on her stomach.
Before Xia Lian could speak, Wen Mo's hand had already been placed on her. His fingers accidentally brushed against her skin, causing the girl to tremble slightly. The soft, tofu-like feel of her skin also captivated him.
"Hmm..." the girl groaned softly.
"Sorry, I'll be gentler." Wen Mo quickly slowed down his movements, placing his palm flat on Xia Lian's lower abdomen, covering her navel.
Perhaps because he was too nervous, his palms became warmer as he gently stroked the girl's lower abdomen, his expression serious.
Although I don't know if rubbing my stomach can relieve the pain, I hope it will help a little.
The pressure was very gentle; the girl's lower abdomen rose and fell with her breath, and her palm pressed against it like a hand warmer, only this hand warmer was a little too big.
"Will it hurt?" Wenmo asked cautiously.
Feeling the warmth on her stomach, Xia Lian relaxed completely. The severe abdominal pain she had just experienced had eased considerably after drinking the brown sugar water, and the warmth of her hands felt like the icing on the cake.
"It doesn't hurt anymore...it feels great."
Xia Lian slowly shook her head, her gaze fixed on the boy's gentle features, her thoughts wandering elsewhere as she stared at his warm profile, lost in thought.
I only remember that when my aunt had period cramps, my mother would help by rubbing her stomach or putting a hot towel on her lower abdomen.
My mother is very gentle, and I feel very safe lying in her arms.
The figure in front of her gradually overlapped with her mother's face. Xia Lian was stunned, seemingly a little delirious from the fever. She couldn't help but move closer and hug Wen Mo's head.
There was a strange fragrance emanating from the girl's arms, which made Wen Mo stiffen.
"Why did you suddenly hug me?" He was a little puzzled, but he didn't stop her. If she wanted to hug him, then let her hug him. His hand was still on Xia Lian's lower abdomen.
"I want a hug..."
Wenmo is not a mother, although a mother is very important, Wenmo is also very important, Wenmo is just Wenmo.
A hint of tenderness flickered in the girl's eyes, unnoticed by anyone.
At least at this moment, the person she wanted to hug was Wenmo.
"Wenmo looks a lot like Mom."
“Me…?” Wen Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He actually had a feeling of raising a daughter, and being a male mother might not be bad.
"But she's also not quite the same as Mom..."
Perhaps because of the fever, Xia Lian, whose head was hot, suddenly became more talkative.
Both of them are important, yet they are not so similar. To Xia Lian, they are both unique people in her life.
Looking at the scene before him, Wen Mo thoughtfully stroked his chin.
As the saying goes, "truth comes out when one is drunk," so will one also speak the truth when one has a fever? Xia Lian is in a silly state right now, so perhaps she can get some information out of her.
Lying in his arms, Xia Lian's head bobbed up and down, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, and she occasionally made a smacking sound with her mouth.
“Hey, Xiao Lian,” Wen Mo suddenly asked.
"Um……?"
Xia Lian didn't look up, but nestled in his arms. The warmth on her lower abdomen made the girl feel very comfortable, warm and cozy.
"What do you think of me?" Wen Mo's voice was hesitant, and his heart began to pound as soon as he asked the question.
The girl murmured twice but didn't answer immediately. Her mind was slow, and she only managed to think about it after fully understanding the question.
A few seconds later, Xia Lian nodded groggily.
"I like it, Wenmo."
Swallowing hard, Wen Mo took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, and then asked again, "Or rather, in what capacity do you hope I can be by your side?"
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent, and Wen Mo nervously held his breath.
The girl in his arms remained completely still, her expression perfectly calm.
She closed her eyes as if she were thinking, her head resting against Wenmo's chest, nodding lightly every now and then.
About a minute later, Xia Lian's small mouth opened slightly, and she made a purring sound like a cat.
"Gurgle, gurgle..."
"Why did she have to fall asleep at this time?!"
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