Chapter 2023

When Feng Sufei is weak these days, Nanrong Huai'an takes care of her without rest.

He was watching her when she was sleeping.

At this time, she can clearly see the red tired blood in Nanrong Huai'an's eyes.

Feng Sufei patted the head of the bed. "Huai'an, come and sit with me. I don't want to eat anything now."

She just wants to talk to Nanrong Huai'an now.

Nanrong Huai'an sits beside the bed, holding Feng Sufei in her arms with heartache. "Is it still uncomfortable?"

When saying this, the tone of Nanrong Huai'an is full of heartache.

Nan Rong Huai'an's arms dare not to use force, but can only gently live in the wind.

In his opinion, now Feng Sufei is like a fragile doll, so he doesn't know what to do with her?

He can only treat her more gently.

No one knows how hard these three days are for Nanrong Huai'an.

His heart is not a moment relaxed, he also dare not close his eyes, he is really afraid of losing Feng Sufei.

When he was in the Nanrong family, Feng Sufei slept so long. At that time, his feelings were very weak and light.

Maybe the feelings were not heavy enough at that time.

But now, his feelings for Feng Sufei have exceeded his imagination. Seeing her sick and uncomfortable, his heart is aching.

Feng Sufei leaned in the bosom of Nanrong Huai'an and closed her eyes to have a rest.

She clearly has a lot to say to Nanrong Huai'an, but she doesn't have much strength to say at this time.

She'll have a rest.

Hearing the elegant and fresh breath of Nanrong Huai'an, Feng Sufei felt very comfortable.

She's very strange. It's the feeling of the soul.

She felt that the deepest part of her soul seemed to depend on the breath of Nanrong Huai'an.

These three days, her body is very fresh, and also is the body that Nan Rong Huai'an wipes for her.

She was embarrassed at first, but Nanrong Huai'an insisted.

After a while, Feng Sufei had some strength. She said, "Huai'an, you are very kind to me."

"Fool, such a contented fool, isn't that what I should take care of you?"

After a pause, Nan Rong Huai'an sighed and said, "and you look like this, I'm very distressed. Sophie, get better soon!"

These days, his heart is grinding pain.

With that, Nanrong Huai'an lowers his head and kisses the forehead of fengsufei.

Feng Sufei nodded. "I'm trying to get better, too."

She's sick, too.

She felt that even after she came out of the imperial mausoleum, the blood on her body seemed to rush up all over her body.

She had a feeling that she was going to explode, as if something was going to burst out, but her body couldn't bear it, so the disease broke out.

But these three days, she took medicine and bottle, she was better.

It's just that I worked hard in Nanrong Huai'an, but I haven't had a rest.

Feng Sufei has thousands of words to say to Nanrong Huai'an. At last, it only turns into one sentence: "Huai'an, I love you."

This is the first time that Feng Sufei has made a serious confession to Nanrong Huai'an.

When Nanrong Huai'an listened to this sentence, his whole body suddenly trembled, his heart missed a beat, and his heart was deeply touched.

After a while, Nanrong Huai'an took a deep breath to calm down his surging mood. He lowered his head and kissed fondly on Feng Sufei's forehead, "fool, I love you too."

I love you very much. Only his heart knows how much I love you.

No amount of words can be described.

In fact, this illness makes Feng Sufei and Nanrong Huai'an closer to each other.

From the beginning, Feng Sufei tried to practice the Kung Fu that her mother, Nong Ruolan, taught her when she was a child.