His palm was warm, and when it touched her forehead, which was slightly cold due to cold sweat, the two completely different temperatures made her feel colder and colder, and her lips and face were paler than before.

But Shen Wangjin just sat by the bed and looked at her quietly.

She couldn't help but slowly closed her eyes. After a long moment, she slowly shook her head and said, "I'm fine."

After hearing this, Shen Wangjin looked at her hand that was holding the quilt tightly, and then slowly stood up again.

Sensing the movement, Zhuang Yibo did not move, but she could hear that Shen Wangjin did not leave, but went to the bathroom.

Then she heard the sound of water again, and then the sound of him walking out of the bathroom.

Not long after, a piece of wetness covered her forehead.

Zhuang Yibo slowly opened his eyes again.

Shen Wangjin took out a wet towel from the bathroom and put it on her forehead. Then he sat down on the sofa chair next to him, his expression still calm, as if there was nothing else and he was just looking at her.

After Zhuang Yibo experienced the previous nightmare, he felt exhausted both physically and mentally. His whole body was weak. After all, he had no strength to think about anything anymore, so he closed his eyes again.

The room was very quiet, as quiet as if she was alone.

Later, she fell into a drowsy state and fell asleep again, and her occasional sensation always came from a touch of coolness on her forehead.

At dawn the next day, when Zhuang Yibo felt the warm touch on her forehead again, she slowly opened her eyes.

Shen Wangjin was right in front of her, lowering his head and stroking her forehead.

"The fever is gone." Seeing her open her eyes, he whispered, "Is there anything else that feels wrong?"

Zhuang Yibo was stunned for a moment before finally slowly shaking his head.

"Then you lie down for a while and I'll ask someone to prepare breakfast."

Shen Wangjin stood up and walked out, but Zhuang Yibo still lay motionless. After an unknown amount of time, the door to the room was pushed open again, and Shen Wangjin, who had already changed his clothes, walked in with breakfast.

He placed the dinner plate on the bedside and was about to reach out to help her sit up, but Zhuang Yibo slowly sat up on his own.

Seeing that she was sleeping well, he curled up the corners of his lips, turned around, picked up the warm milk and handed it to her lips, "Here."

Zhuang Yibo shrank back slightly, then stretched out his hand, "I'll do it myself."

Shen Wangjin didn't force it, he just put his big palm on the back of her hand and slowly put the milk cup into her palm with his other hand.

This action seemed ordinary, but in fact it was extremely intimate. Zhuang Yibo was a little stiff, but in the end, he couldn't help but push out slightly.

As soon as she pulled away, Shen Wangjin looked at her again, and finally slowly let go of her.

Zhuang Yibo lowered his eyes and drank milk silently.

At this moment, Shen Ruiwen's voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Mr. Shen, are you there?"

Shen Wangjin responded, and then said to Zhuang Yibo: "Eat well. If you still feel tired, just sleep a little longer."

He reached out and touched her forehead again to confirm that she had no fever, and then finally stood up and left.

As soon as he walked to the door and opened it, Shen Ruiwen's eyes fell on his face. The next moment, Shen Ruiwen's expression became slightly nervous, "Mr. Shen, you don't look good. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"fine……"

Shen Wangjin only responded lightly, and then his voice faded away.

Zhuang Yibo sat on the bed holding the glass of milk, his eyes fell on the sofa chair beside the bed, and he couldn't help but lose consciousness slightly.

When she came back to her senses, she couldn't help but laugh as she thought about the past and present.

But I don’t know whether I am laughing at others or myself...

…

The day was not long, but Zhuang Yibo slept drowsily in bed for most of the day.

At noon, Qianxing called her again. She responded vaguely a few times, not quite sure what Qianxing said, so she hung up the phone and fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, it was almost dark. She was staring at the sky outside the window in a daze. The servant suddenly knocked on the door and walked into her room. Seeing that she was awake, the servant breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Miss Zhuang, you

Now that you're awake, let's go downstairs and have dinner."

"I don't want to eat it," Zhuang Yibo said.

"You have to eat even if you don't want to. You are a patient now. How can you get better without supplementing your nutrition?" the servant said, "And Mr. Shen has been waiting for you, and he hasn't eaten either. He has been working until now without taking a break...

…”

Zhuang Yibo was in a daze for a while, then finally lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

When she walked out of the room, Shen Wangjin happened to walk out of his office area. When he saw her getting out of bed and leaving the room, he couldn't help but smile, stepped forward and held her hand, and said, "I've slept for almost the whole day, and I'm energetic."

Have you recovered?"

She nodded slowly and heard him smile again: "It depends on what you do tonight, I guess you will have insomnia."

He led her all the way downstairs. Just as he reached the middle of the stairs, he suddenly saw car lights flashing outside.

Shen Wangjin glanced outside, then glanced at Shen Ruiwen.

Shen Ruiwen understood and immediately went out to check the situation.

Shen Wangjin took Zhuang Yibo to the dining table and sat down.

Compared with the light dinners in the past, there was an extra bowl of delicious chicken soup on the dining table that day, placed just in front of her.

Zhuang Yibo had just picked up the spoon, but Shen Wangjin took the bowl of chicken soup in front of her and also took the spoon from her hand.

Before she could recover, Shen Wangjin had already lowered his head and lifted off the thin layer of oil on the surface of the chicken soup.

She stared at him blankly. Before she could react, Shen Ruiwen had already walked in with two people from the other side of the door.

The visitors were a man and a woman. The man was in his thirties and looked mature and steady, while the woman was only in her early twenties, but she was dressed boldly, had exquisite makeup, and had a swaying aura.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw Shen Wangjin sitting at the dining table. She shouted "Brother Jin" in surprise, and then walked straight towards this side.

When she got closer, she saw Zhuang Yibo sitting next to the dining table, but he just glanced at her sideways, then walked to Shen Wangjin, first leaned on his back, and then stretched out a hand to hook him.

She stopped him and said coquettishly: "Brother Jin, you have no conscience! It has been more than two years since I came back from abroad, and you haven't returned to Bincheng. If I want to see you, I have to come all the way to Tongcheng!"

Shen Wangjin didn't react much to this, he only slightly avoided his head, and then said: "Stand still."

The young woman pouted and snorted slightly. Her eyes fell on the actions he was doing, and she suddenly smiled and said, "This chicken soup looks good. I'm just hungry."

After saying that, she stretched out her hand, but Shen Wangjin raised his hand, slapped her hand lightly, waved her hand away, and then placed the bowl of chicken soup with the oil on it in front of Zhuang Yibo, saying lightly

Said: "Drink it while it's hot."
Chapter completed!