The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

She had a fever, but she was still tired.

Nie Chen put her down on the bed and talked to her.

Suddenly, there was no response. Nie Chen saw that she was already asleep.

He got up and tucked the girl in.

Nie Chen leaned over her, and the first thing he saw was her bright and beautiful face.

It was as if she had grown up under the sun and had never seen any darkness.

She lived straightforwardly and straightforwardly.

She was like a wild sunflower.

No one had ever faced his cold face and could still talk to him so much. Xia Ling was the first.

He was brought up by her. Although he was always lecturing her, unknowingly, he said more today than he had in the previous three days.

He never thought that one day, he would be able to talk so much nonsense.

Nie Chen's fingers lingered on the corner of Xia Ling's lips.

"Go to sleep. When you wake up, your illness will be cured. "

*

Xia Ling slept again until the sky turned dark.

She woke up at 11 o'clock at night. The Ward was pure white and was lit by an incandescent lamp above her head.

Beside her bed, a man was leaning against a chair and facing her from the side. He was holding a thick green book in his hand.

He was reading very seriously, and Xia Ling felt like going to the toilet.

There were three large bottles of anti-inflammatory water hanging on the hanging frame beside her, and there was a band-aid on the back of her hand.

She sat up.

Nie Chen, who was guarding her, immediately put down the book as well.

"What's wrong? "

The man looked at her, and there was some confusion in his eyes.

"I... " Xia Ling was silent. "You don't have to care about me. "

The dress she was wearing had been changed into a hospital gown before the water was taken, and it was loose and convenient.

Xia Ling got out of bed and put on her slippers.

As soon as she got up, Nie Chen followed her. Judging from his posture, he wanted to come over and give her another princess hug.

"Don't. " Xia Ling avoided him.

She had a fever, not a serious illness. Did she have to hug her like this every few steps?

"I'm going to the toilet, " she whispered and hurried past him.

Nie Chen was stunned and pursed his lips awkwardly.

He watched her leave the ward.

He looked away and suddenly thought of something. His thin lips suddenly curved into a genuine smile.

He was someone who wouldn't blush even when discussing with him about getting a room and having children.

He actually blushed when he told him to go to the toilet.

So, it wasn't that he was really thick-skinned, but that he was indifferent to certain things?

Nie Chen was used to examining people's hearts. What he didn't understand before, he was starting to understand now.

*

Xia Ling's ears were still burning when she returned from the toilet.

She tried her best to look calm when facing Nie Chen.

However, she had long seen through her awkwardness.

Nie Chen looked at the girl who was like a guilty rabbit. She was obviously embarrassed, but she acted calm.

"I'll get the nurse to take your temperature again. " Nie Chen smiled and stood up.

He had always been expressionless and expressionless before. When had he ever smiled like this?

Suddenly, a smile appeared on Meng ran's ice-cold face. It was as if ten thousand years of ice had melted, revealing a hint of the warm Spring Sun.

It was not dazzling, but it also made people suddenly lose their focus.

Xia Ling's heart beat a few times.

"Okay. " She lowered her eyes and licked her dry lips.

*

Xia Ling's fever had already subsided, and her body was still a little weak, but it was not a big deal.

Mother Nie had already sent someone to bring the nourishing soup to the hospital. It could be used to heat up in the microwave at any time.

Xia Mei had also brought Xue Jing and the others to take a look. However, Xia Ling was still asleep, so she did not disturb her.

Nie Chen laid the few dishes on the table by her bedside.

It was past eleven at night. The two of them ate together.

"Have you always been watching over me? " Xia Ling picked up her chopsticks and could not help but look at Nie Chen.

Xia Mei and mother Nie must have wanted them to develop a relationship.

But what about Nie Chen?