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As for him, he was sick and had to take care of me …

Yin Yijie touched the top of my head.

Gently …

I looked at him and extended my hand towards his mouth. "You drink first. I'll go get it later."

Yin Yijie stretched out his hand and took it. His wrist was shaking as he squeezed it tightly with great difficulty.

I quickly took it and fed it to him …

I really don't have much experience in caring for others.

Either it was too much for him to drink, or it was too much for him to choke to death, or it would fall into his neck and drown.

I looked at her with incomparable embarrassment.

Yin Yijie finished the toast with great difficulty before smiling at me. "Next time, I will definitely not let myself be like this and even let Ke'er take care of me. Is it hard? "

I don't know who's more generous.

But I really can't take care of people. Give him water and I don't know what to do.

Sitting next to him, he was worried.

Because I don't know how to get a doctor, and I don't know what else I can do.

"Bring the phone." Yin Yijie rested for a while before feeling better as he looked at me.

I think he must be very sick. There was a hint of red in his face.

His eyes were a little gray, and he was not confident enough to speak.

It seems that I should do something.

Get up quickly, look around, don't remember where the phone is …

Yin Yijie's smile was really thick. He wasn't in a hurry at all as he just looked at me while I was walking around randomly.

I'm dizzy!

I was already feeling a little dizzy, but now that I was even more dizzy, he actually didn't say anything. I really didn't know where the phone call from the living room had gone to.

Every time Yin Yijie called home, he would bring a cordless phone to the study room to find me …

Yin Yijie held my hand, and asked as he saw me sweating profusely and anxiously, "You didn't call?"

I don't seem to remember.

I remember my own books, my homework, and my own things; but I really don't know, I don't know anything that doesn't belong to me.

I've never called. I don't need to.

Yin Yijie shook his head and said in realization: "No wonder I was hungry for so long, and there's no one at home. I don't know how to give you a call. If I faint now, what will you do at noon? Do you know the home phone number? "

I nod, comfortable often use the home phone to call me, for that string of numbers, I am still very familiar with.

"What's the matter? Why are you holding yourself back and not asking?" Yin Yijie's tone changed a little bit as if it was broken.

I looked at him. It's my own problem. If I don't endure it, who can I ask?

To whom?

Who in this world cares about me?

Can anyone else really worry about me?

Even if she used to have a grandmother, she's old and I can't keep bothering her.

Moreover, her ability was limited.

"Then why did you suddenly want to take care of me?" Yin Yijie suddenly looked at me with a serious expression, looking forward to it.

I know he was embarrassed today.

He was always so high and mighty. Who would have thought that he wouldn't be able to get up today?

So I can think about answering his question and make him feel better.

Finally, my eyes found the cordless phone on a high shelf next to the flower stand. I rushed over to it and handed it to Yin Yijie. He whispered, "You are my guardian. If you fall ill, who will take care of me?"

The guardians were not only my parents, but also my school, education, and so on.

So I don't care about anything else, but I can't lose my meal ticket, can I?

That's a good reason, I think.

Yin Yijie was stunned. He looked at me quietly with the phone in his hand. It was unknown whether it was hot coal or ice cubes …

Reaching out his hand, he pulled me along. His expression was extremely strange. His eyes …

I didn't dare look into his eyes. His actions scared me a little.

I'm telling the truth, but why do I feel a little nervous myself?

Is it because I'm not even a caregiver?

What I did was not taking care of people.

After a long while, Yin Yijie released my hand and said softly, "Don't worry. I'll raise you whether I'm sick or not. "

A little touched, but I didn't know what to say.

After a while, I nodded. Looking at the phone in my hand, I pointed at it and asked, "You, is there anything that you need me to do?"

Yin Yijie suddenly laughed like a child. Although it was a bit forced, he was still happier than usual.

Her bright eyes were sparkling. She pulled me and said, "Tell me what you know how to do."

Is there anything worth it for him to laugh about?

Moreover, why did his tone sound like he was coaxing a child?

I'll leave him alone. Since he's in such a good mood that he's in no hurry to call a doctor, I don't want to bother with him.

Lightly shaking off my hand, I went to pour myself some water to drink …

I don't know if the men, or the adults, are playing my part or my lines in one scene after another.

I don't know how many masks there are in the living room that he can use at any time.

However, in this scene, I have no possibility of escape, no courage to ignore, I have to face it.

They're all adults, and I'm just a kid who doesn't understand a lot of things.

The complexity of this world far surpasses my current imagination.

I'm still good, I'm still good at being good at it.

Occasionally, do a little more to please my guardian.

I don't know why he was so good to me, and I don't believe that one person could be so good to another for no reason at all.

But, I really can't think of what in the world is worthy of him treating me so well.

Lust?

Even if I wanted to break my scalp, I wouldn't make any headway.

"Then … forget it …"

The cell phone in my bedroom suddenly rang, interrupting my thoughts.

I quickly picked it up and put it to my ear …

"Jerry, where are you? "I heard that you were injured, so daddy wants to come with me to see you." Miss Fan's voice was soft and gentle.

Uh, was this young miss being stupid?

I was a little depressed. I snorted and didn't say anything.

Miss Fan, it seems fitting to be a good wife and mother, really, both in voice and temperament, I thought.

"Jerry, are you hurt badly? Why can't you just tell me? Don't be sad, don't look like a boy. I can take care of you, even though I don't have any family to take care of you. "The business matters are not important. Father has already arranged for people to go."

"Dong Dong …" Someone knocked lightly on the door.

As I answered his phone in private, I felt my ears and neck redden.

He quickly dashed over and opened it …

Yin Yijie leaned against the door frame.

Miss Fan was still talking, her voice soft and noble …

Yin Yijie looked at me with a serious face. His eyes were full of laughter.

I can no longer hear what Miss Van is saying.

However, this didn't seem to be important. What was important was that I was caught red-handed the first time I became a thief.

At noon, the sun outside the window was just right. The living room and my bedroom were both very bright.

The rich bamboo in the corner was suffused with a healthy glow. All of this looked like spring.

Outside the window, a light breeze blew in. My long hair was fluttering, and my skirt fluttered like a rainbow butterfly.

I handed him Miss Fan's phone number. He took it and looked at me, his eyes shining, and touched the top of my head.

He was still looking at me. Laughing …

I reached out to support him, I was not tall, my shoulder was under his arm, it was easy to support him, I wanted to help him back to the reclining chair;

It was more convenient for Yin Yijie to hug me. He took advantage of my unsteady steps to push me to the right. With a light movement of his right hand, my entire back landed in his embrace …

This was too much!

All of a sudden, my body tensed up, and I wanted to run away.

Yin Yijie gently pulled me into his arms, but he didn't hug me. He only put his arm around my shoulders.

We just stood there, and I could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong;

I could smell his breath, clean and warm;

My left hand was holding his hand just a moment ago, but now he's holding it in his other hand. He doesn't move.

Did this big bad wolf come to test me again?

I am a kind person, good will never be rewarded. I want to cry, but there are no tears.

In such a silent and stalemate, it didn't take long before my back started sweating profusely.

"Be good," Yin Yijie breathed out like an orchid, blowing beside my ear and suppressing my voice.

I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head. "You're really sick. You have to lie down and rest. Don't move."

"En …" Yin Yijie moved me to the right side, put his arm around my shoulders, led me to the edge of the recliner, and sat down.

He sat down obediently. I, a little stiff, stood aside, not knowing what to do.

My calmness seems to have left me.

I pursed my lips for a moment and then looked up at him.

I pursed my lips and thought for a moment before looking up at him. "Just now, I only heard the phone ring, so I picked it up. It seems to be that Miss Fan."

"Don't worry, her name is Fan Ji. She's the Third Princess of the Fan Group, and she's also the most favored one."

Yin Yijie explained, then looked at me with a smile and asked, "What did she tell you?"

I didn't care about her. I pointed at the phone and said angrily, "She said you were a boy and she had no family to take care of you?"

I gritted my teeth and looked at Yin Yijie.

Yin also shook my head, laughing non-stop.

The phone rang. My phone.

Ye Zichen looked around in annoyance. The call went through …

He raised his head and looked at him. There was a strange feeling in his eyes, as if he was not very happy or comfortable.

"Hello, Miss Makeup!" It was a comfortable voice, not as calm as usual.

"Right." "Yes," I said.

"Something happened on the way home, did I have to come home late to find Young Master Yin?" Comfortable asked in a simple yet urgent manner.

Ye Zichen didn't know what happened to him, nor did he know what these people were playing around with, but he also had a weird expression on their faces.

"Nope." I whispered.

After a comfortable pause, she asked anxiously, "Miss Mo, his home phone is busy, his phone is busy for a while. If he calls you, tell him to hurry home." The car that gave him the blood was stuck in the road, and we were worried about the problem. If he can still hold on, then don't use that. I'm in the process of reshuffling and will be back in a moment. "

Is it that serious?

I held the phone, not daring to look at Yin Yijie. After thinking for a while, I asked, "Is it serious?"

The phone went silent for a moment before replying comfortably, "It's not that serious. It's just that he's losing blood and is going to force himself to do it again. So he needs …"

If I didn't say it comfortably, I could probably guess. After thinking for a bit, I hurriedly asked, "Is your fever serious?"

"Fever?!" Just when I thought he had hung up, I said, "It's good to have a slight fever, but not a high fever." Has Young Master Yin fainted? Where are you now? "

"As long as you don't faint, it's alright?"

I was thinking, 'Didn't Yin Yijie faint just now? I'm sure he's awake right now!'

"Yes." "It's okay." The comfortable voice calmed down a little.

I turned off the phone and lay there, thinking about things,

All I know is that Yin Yijie lost too much blood. This means that the word "too much" must have far exceeded my imagination.

I don't know what happened after I ran out; I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't run.

But I know that things may not be as simple as they seem now.

I raised my head and looked at Yin Yijie, looking at him seriously.

Even though there was sunlight, his complexion still paled. The unhealthy red from before was gone. He lay quietly by the side, as though he would fall asleep at any moment now.

I was suddenly afraid that something might have really happened to him. If that happened, my short happiness would have come to an end.

Although he bullied me before, but now, just the two of us, the door is also locked, the window is also closed, there is no knife in his hand, he still quietly looked at me, slightly smiled, a hand caressed the top of my head, just like when I was a child grandmother lead me to walk, as a walking stick.

No matter how suspicious I was, I couldn't help but suspect that he would hurt me.

So I was even more afraid, afraid of losing it.

I don't know if I should regret it, but if I did it again, I might do it again.

But now, I'm afraid.

Perhaps, as he called out anxiously, I began to be afraid of his broken voice and stumbling footsteps.