Chapter 27 Hunger and thirst with nosebleeds

More than once, Song Anqiao felt that he occupied an important position in Chu Fei’s distant heart, and he was probably as sharp as her.
Will a sharp-minded person be willing to betray?
She can’t guarantee that Chu Fei is far away, but she knows that she will not betray him.
The fever of Chu Fei’s distant fever has decreased due to the injection and medicine. It is necessary to recuperate Chu Fei’s slight pneumonia, and he was confused until midnight.
In the open eyes, Song Anqiao supported himself with one hand, like a chicken pecking at rice grains, like a small skull, drowsing one by one.
The warm yellow wall lamp sprinkled on her delicate white face dimly reflected a faint halo in the outline of her facial features.
Chu Fei looked at her with dark eyes and a warm heart.
It’s a little cold in the early spring night. Song Anqiao is thin. He barely stands up and wants to hug Song Anqiao to bed, but when he moves, she wakes up.
The blink of an eye, the eyes were flustered, and what happened to Chu Fei’s far away? Seeing him awake and sleepy, his face was very dark and relieved.
"Are you awake?"
Song Anqiao sat upright with clear eyes and looked at Chufei, who was sitting in bed for a second, reaching out and sticking his hand to his forehead to test his temperature.
However, Song Anqiao tried stupidly for a long time, and she had a feeling that it was as hot as her little hand.
Leaning sideways, Song Anqiao’s forehead pressed against his forehead, Chufei was far away, his eyes were slightly lowered, his face was calm, and his breathing was urgent, but he betrayed him and pretended to be calm.
Song Anqiao frowned. "It’s still a little hot. You lie down and rest. I’ll make you some supper."
As she said, she was about to leave. Chufei took hold of her wrist and throat, and her voice was hoarse to the extreme. "I’m not hungry, don’t be busy."
Song anqiao drew out his hand and said quietly, "You are not hungry, I am hungry."
Song anqiao fed him millet porridge. Chufei was far from moving. His eyes were heavy and he looked at her staring at her eyelashes. His eyes were slightly fanned and his voice was weak. "Scared, right?"
Song anqiao gently blew porridge and handed it to his mouth. "It’s just a little bit."
Quiet tone God knows how many tears she shed in fear.
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ChuFei far drink lip pale "after don’t cry, I won’t die, even if I die, I will try my best to die in …"
The spoon slammed into the bowl and sounded crisp. Song Anqiao’s face was so bad that he glared at him. "What are you talking about!"
She doesn’t cry, that is to say, die or not. She is very shy about this word.
Chu Fei’s distant thoughts are confused. Look at her lips quietly and draw a faint smile. My thin lips gently lift "I said you are good-looking."
Song anqiao stupidly white his one eye no longer ignore him.
Song anqiao went to wash dishes after supper.
Chu Fei had a high fever all night and covered himself with sweat. He was very wet and uncomfortable. He sat up in slippers and wanted to take a shower himself.
Song anqiao came in and frowned. "What are you going to do?"
"Take a bath," he replied.
Song anqiao listened and felt that he was angry and walked up to him. "You are not bad! Do you know that you have pneumonia? "
Yelled at him. Song Anqiao’s eyes were a little red. "Are you so careless about yourself? Your daughter’s first sentence is dad. "
Chu Fei jumped between the eyebrows.
Song anqiao took out his mobile phone in his coat and ordered a video. The audio Committee was wronged. "You don’t want me, you have to have your daughter think about taking good care of her body."
The video shows that the pink face of the small rice cake suddenly appears, and Song Anqiao’s shallow voice slowly comes to the "small rice cake"
Black and bright eyes looking at the camera, the little rice cake looks cute.
"Call Mom" Song Anqiao said in it.
The little rice cake tooted and shouted "Dad"
Chufei is far from stiff, his thin lips are tight and his chest is stuffy.