Jiang Lan shook her head and choked with sobs: "I want my mother."

Lu Jingchi lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Lan grabbed the corner of his clothes and shook it gently, "Didn't you say you wanted to take me home?"

Lu Jingchi leaned close to her. The two of them were very close, but there seemed to be an invisible chasm between them. He couldn't see through Jiang Lan's clear eyes, and Jiang Lan couldn't see through his dark eyes.

"Didn't I say that I would take you back when you recover?"

Jiang Lan stared at him blankly, "What should I do?"

Lu Jingchi said: "The doctor has the final say."

"But the doctors are not here."

"Let the doctor come tomorrow and listen to what he has to say, okay?"

Jiang Lan nodded, hoping in his heart that the doctor would tell him that he was cured.

Lu Jingchi took her hand and continued to clean the paint for her.

Jiang Lan gradually calmed down, but the sadness on his face lingered.

She misses home so much.

She had never been alone outside for so long.

After wiping it clean, Lu Jingchi helped her change her clothes. After eating, she began to feel sleepy again.

After drinking a bowl of Chinese medicine, she fell asleep and woke up again.

Every time I drink medicine, it is a kind of torture. I drink half of it and vomit half of it.

After vomiting, she lay dying in Lu Jingchi's arms, crying and saying not to drink again next time.

Lu Jingchi patted her back to comfort her.

A long time ago, she was like this when she was wronged, lying in his arms, holding him and refusing to let go.

But at that time, she didn't know how to speak, nor could she act like a spoiled child, let alone play tricks with him.

She relies on him and seems to be close to him, but there is always an inequality between the two. She is always cautious towards him.

She was always looking at his face, being sensible, and acting coquettishly with him to the extent possible.

For a moment, it seemed like I was back in time, but it was different.

She has her own pride and temperament.

Lu Jingchi lowered his head, held her face, and wiped the tears on her face, "Stop crying, I won't drink until you get better."

Jiang Lan has heard this many times, and she doesn't know when she will get better.

She curled her lips and looked at him dissatisfied.

"But it's so painful."

"Just bear with it."

Jiang Lan shook his head, "No, no, I won't drink anymore!"

"Don't make trouble." He pressed Jiang Lan on the bed, "Sleep."

Jiang Lan started to lose her temper again. She rolled over and over on the bed, yelling that she didn't want to take medicine.

There was a hat on her pajamas. She grabbed the hat and put it on, rolling and rolling, even the quilt was rolled up on her body, turning herself into a cicada.

Finally realizing that she couldn't get out, she stared at Lu Jingchi and blinked pitifully.

Lu Jingchi looked at her and didn't move.

Jiang Lan whispered: "I can't get out."

"Then can you sleep well?"

She nodded honestly, and the two bunny ears on her hat moved accordingly. It looked really...

Lu Jingchi pursed his lips tightly and reached out to peel her off. She squirmed, came to the man's side, and hugged his waist.

"You sleep with me."

Lu Jingchi was silent for a while, then took her hand away from her waist and said, "You go to bed first, I'll take a bath."

Jiang Lan allowed him to take a bath and urged him, "Hurry up."

Lu Jingchi got up and went to the bathroom. After a while, the sound of water came from the bathroom.

Jiang Lan asked him to hurry up, but he insisted on washing for more than forty minutes.
Chapter completed!