Fu Yan paused, his eyes flickering slightly, and patiently urged, "Brother hasn't eaten all day, eat something first..."
Xiao Xin pursed her pale lips and turned her face away.
The atmosphere remained tense for a moment. Fu Yan withdrew his hand, which was raised in mid-air, lowered his eyes, placed the bowl on the tray beside the bed, and said, "I'll take you to see him whenever you eat, brother."
After saying that, he got up, took his phone and made a call to his assistant, then slipped on his slippers and walked to the balcony.
Xiao Xin glanced at his departing figure, then pulled back the covers and lay back down on the bed.
Right now, he feels nothing but pain all over his body, and he has no appetite for anything.
He had stomach cramps, but he had no appetite at all.
A faint voice came from the balcony. Xiao Xin's eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and she drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
When Fu Yan returned to the bedside after making the call, he found that Xiao Xin had already fallen asleep.
He didn't say anything, but told the servant to take the tray away.
After the servants left, Fu Yan gently lifted the blanket and lay down face to face with Xiao Xin on the other side.
Xiao Xin's eyes were tightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her brows were furrowed even in her sleep. She looked like she was sleeping very restlessly, as if she was having a nightmare.
Fu Yan raised his hand, wanting to wipe the sweat from Xiao Xin's forehead, but Xiao Xin seemed to sense something and trembled even more violently.
Fu Yan was slightly taken aback and withdrew his hand that was raised in mid-air.
Thunder rumbled across the sky, and the wind howled, making the curtains rustle, like a prelude to an impending storm, playing a symphony in the boundless darkness.
Several streaks of lightning flashed past the window, tearing the night into countless fragments.
Xiao Xin's face appeared and disappeared in the flashes of lightning. Fu Yan lay on his side, staring intently at Xiao Xin, who was trapped in a nightmare.
A clap of thunder exploded on the horizon, and Xiao Xin trembled. Instinctively, she grabbed Fu Yan's collar and snuggled into his arms.
Fu Yan stiffened. Xiao Xin was pressed against him, her body burning hot, like a fire scorching every inch of his nerves.
Xiao Xin has a fever again...
Just as Fu Yan realized this, a torrential downpour began.
Without hesitation, he reached for his phone on the bedside table and called the doctor.
Doctor: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, the rain is too heavy. We might not be able to get there until late at night..."
Fu Yan replied, "Then you don't need to come over."
He hung up the phone and asked the maid for fever-reducing medicine for Xiao Xin.
The rain hadn't stopped by midnight, but Xiao Xin's expression wasn't as bad as before, and her body temperature had gone down a bit.
Fu Yan held Xiao Xin in his arms, his hand unconsciously sliding down to Xiao Xin's waist.
Xiao Xin's skin was smooth and delicate, and felt very nice to the touch. Fu Yan couldn't help but pinch it a couple more times. Xiao Xin hummed twice, as if in protest.
Fu Yan suddenly remembered that night the day before yesterday...
That night, Xiao Xin was drugged, so she was behaving well and wouldn't talk back to him like she is now.
Xiao Xin's body was burning hot, and Fu Yan's mind followed suit, his body reacting before his brain.
He leaned closer to Xiao Xin and softly called out, "Brother?"
Xiao Xin hummed in response: "Hmm..."
His expression was docile, and his face was red from being sick. Fu Yan couldn't help but pinch Xiao Xin's cheek and rub his head.
Xiao Xin seemed dissatisfied, frowning and muttering something.
Fu Yan didn't hear what he was saying, but Xiao Xin was unusually well-behaved now, an expression that was not seen when Xiao Xin was awake.
"Brother is so good..." Fu Yan cupped his face and leaned in to bite his rosy lips.
Their hot breaths mingled, thunder rumbled outside the window, and a warm, ambiguous current rose inside, gradually dispelling the chill of the winter night.
...
This time, due to the high fever, Xiao Xin fell into a deep sleep for two days before waking up.
He stared at the pristine white ceiling, blinked helplessly, and thought he had arrived in heaven.
"Brother..." A familiar voice rang in my ears, and my left hand was tightly grasped by a large, hot palm.
Xiao Xin glanced sideways and saw Fu Yan looking anxious by the hospital bed.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but his throat felt dry, and he couldn't help but cough twice.
Seeing this, Fu Yan let go of his hand, got up and poured him a glass of warm water.
Xiao Xin propped himself up, took the water glass and drank two sips, but his throat was still too sore to speak.
Fu Yan took the water glass from his hand and held his hand again. "Brother, your vocal cords are damaged. The doctor said it's best if you don't speak for the next few days..."
Xiao Xin felt uneasy, frowned, pulled her hand away from Fu Yan's, and looked at him with fear.
So, they treated him like this just to prevent him from speaking?
Fu Yan noticed the blame in his eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, are you blaming me for that look?"
He then patiently explained, "My brother's vocal cords are like this because he has a fever..."
Fu Yan's voice grew weaker and weaker, clearly lacking confidence.
After all, Xiao Xin's fever was indeed caused by him.
He took Xiao Xin's hand, stroked his slender, white wrist, and sighed, "Brother hasn't eaten properly for days, you've lost weight..."
Looking at the heartache on his face, Xiao Xin felt only amusement and irony.
He withdrew his hand expressionlessly, not even wanting to look at Fu Yan again.
Fu Yan caught a glimpse of the coldness in his eyes and felt a sharp pain in her heart.
Just then, the caregiver came in from outside carrying a lunchbox. Upon seeing Fu Yan, she greeted him politely, "Mr. Fu, does the patient need to eat now?"
Fu Yan reached out to pick up the lunchbox, but then he realized that Xiao Xin definitely wouldn't eat if he fed her himself, so he gave up the idea.
He withdrew his hand, got up from the chair, whispered a few words to the caregiver, and left the ward.
A click came from the door, and the caregiver bent down and asked softly, "Sir, let me help you up."
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