The Crying Child

Qi Shenbai pushed her hair away from her face, his deep eyes filled with gentleness. His gaze on her was passionate and devoted, as if he was looking at an unprecedented treasure.

As smart as he was, how could he not tell what she was hiding? It was just that she was unwilling to say it out loud, and he would not force her.

He respected her, as well as her little secret.

He carefully lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it affectionately.

Since he was afraid that Xu Jiaojiao's fever would flare up again at night, Qi Shenbai did not sleep the entire night. From time to time, he would check on her temperature to make sure that it was normal.

Xu Jiaojiao slept deeply because of the cold medicine, so she was completely unaware of his actions. It was not until the sky outside was bright that Qi Shenbai returned to his room to rest.