It was obvious that this was Chen Qingxuan's room, but at this time, Achou was sleeping in Chen Qingxuan's room.
The veins on Zhong Mingwei's forehead suddenly bulged. The hand holding Chen Qingxuan's arm suddenly tightened. Chen Qingxuan squinted in pain and looked at Zhong Mingwei. He asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Your feet hurt so much? Can't you walk?"
Zhong Mingwei didn't say anything, and continued to walk inside. He walked around the bookshelf. Then he saw his little girl sleeping soundly under the navy blue quilt on the big kang against the wall, with only her palm-sized face exposed and a small wisp of black hair.
"Girl..." Zhong Mingwei called softly, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace, which made him limp even more. But he couldn't care less. He just staggered to the kang, sat on it, and leaned forward. He looked at his little girl without blinking. The little girl was sleeping soundly, her breathing was calm and long. Although her lips were still pale, her cheeks were rosy. There were beads of sweat on her round nose.
Zhong Mingwei stretched out his hand to wipe the beads of sweat, but as soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly retracted it. The gauze soaked with blood was both troublesome and unsightly.
Finally feeling relieved, Zhong Mingwei breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Please sit here first. I'll ask grandma to make you a bowl of noodles to eat." Chen Qingxuan stood aside and saw him staring at Achou. He felt that this man really loved Achou, but at the same time he felt that he was really an eyesore standing there like a wooden stake. So Chen Qingxuan left the room and closed the door gently.
"Girl..." Zhong Mingwei called softly, this time his voice was even lower and a little hoarse. He looked at the sleeping Achou while leaning over Achou, but he didn't dare to use any force. He just lay there in a weak position, and his hand wrapped in gauze gently covered Achou's smooth forehead. He wanted to stroke it down again, but gave up and just kept pressing Achou's forehead.
"You girl, you scared me to death." The original piercing pain disappeared at this moment. Zhong Mingwei exerted his strength little by little and moved his two painful legs to the bed. He carefully turned sideways, put his arms around Achou, and looked at Achou's face without blinking, then leaned over gently and kissed Achou's dry lips.
Yesterday, when the door lost control and slid down the mountain road, Zhong Mingwei had been holding Achou tightly. At that time, he thought this was their end. At that time, he was not afraid at all, just regret. Yes, regret.
It was a pity that I didn't kiss his little girl more often, that I didn't braid her hair into her favorite pigtails more often, and that I didn't see her marrying into his family in a gorgeous bridal gown...
Now, having survived the disaster, he didn't want to think about anything and couldn't care about anything. He just wanted to hug their little girl and give her a good kiss.
"Zhong Mingwei..." The sleepy little girl called out vaguely, and stretched out her hand from under the quilt. She rubbed it for a long time, and then put her hand on the man's neck. Only then did she feel at ease. She curled her lips and fell asleep again.
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When Chen Qingxuan came in with the bowl of medicine and noodle soup, the two people on the bed were sleeping soundly. Chen Qingxuan should have woken up Ah Chou to drink the medicine, or woke up the man to eat noodles, but at this moment, he was petrified.
He was standing beside the bookshelf and could see clearly that the man was hugging Achou tightly through a layer of quilt, and Achou's hands were around the man's neck, their foreheads were touching, and maybe their noses were touching, the two of them were hugging each other like that, they should be sleeping very soundly, the man was snoring slightly, and Achou's breathing was long and heavy. It seemed that she heard the sound of him pushing the door, Achou frowned a little unhappily, and buried her little head in the man's arms, and then fell into an even deeper sleep.
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"Qingxuan, did the girl take the medicine?"
Chen Qingxuan came to his senses when he heard Grandma Chen's questioning voice behind him. He lowered his head and walked out with the tray in his hand. He met Grandma Chen who came over to check.
"What's wrong?" Grandma Chen frowned as she looked at the medicine soup and the full bowl of egg noodles on the tray. "Why didn't you give the girl medicine? And why didn't you let her have some noodles?"
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