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Qin Jian returned to the East Pavilion with a gloomy face.

Wu Ling stepped forward, "The third young master hasn't eaten yet, right?" ”

"Hmm."

"Then I'll go to the kitchen to make some, what does the third young master want to eat?"

"No, I'll go to bed and wake me up in an hour." Qin Jian hadn't eaten for three days, and there was a faint burning pain in his stomach, but he didn't have any appetite at all.

Qin Jian went upstairs, but went to An Yin's bedroom.

Wu Ling knew that he was going to see An Yin, so he hurriedly followed, "Mother Liu is taking care of An Yin." ”

"Hmm."

Qin Jian pushed open the door, the room was quiet, Liu's mother was sitting on the edge of the bed doing handicrafts, and when she saw Qin Jian, she immediately stood up.

"Third Young Master."

Qin Jian relaxed his pace and walked over to see An Yin.

An Yin couldn't wake up, her long black hair was spread on the side of the pillow, and her bloodless little face looked like a white jade carving.

The quilt was very light and thin, covering her, outlining her petite figure, and the huge bed, she slept in the middle, looking small.

It looks pitiful.

Qin Jian suddenly regretted a little, when she had a fever, she shouldn't have been so strong.

Mother Liu said lightly: "Doctor Yan injected her with a tranquilizer, saying that this would allow her to rest better." ”

Qin Jian nodded.

In the past three days, he has not slept and is very tired.

I wanted to go sleep for a while, but when I saw her, I didn't want to leave.

Sit down on a chair next to your bed and reach for a cigarette and a lighter.

Mother Liu stopped: "Third Young Master, An Yin has a fever, his lungs are a little inflamed, and he is easy to cough when irritated. ”

"Oh." Qin Jian put the cigarette case back in his pocket.

"Third Young Master, you can also go back to the room to rest." Mother Liu watched Qin Jian grow up and knew how hard he worked every time he got sick, not to mention that this time he was so ferocious.

"Well, I'll sit down and go."

"I'll pour you a glass of water."

"Hmm."

Liu's mother walked away.

There is a reason for An Yin, although Qin Jian controlled the poison in his body and calmed down the restlessness caused by the alien gene, he was still exhausted and very tired.

Although An Yin was injected with tranquilizers, she didn't actually fall asleep.

It's just that he doesn't want to speak, so he keeps pretending to be asleep.

Hearing Qin Jian's voice, he remained even more motionless.

After a while, I heard his breathing become long.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him clinging back in his chair with his arms in his arms.

His face was already thin, but at this time, it was even thinner.

His eyebrows and eyelashes are particularly good-looking, thick and black, neat and clean, usually when he falls asleep, when he closes his eyes, the eyelashes are like two small brushes, which is particularly cute.

But at this time, the thick long eyelashes couldn't hide the tiredness on his face.

Although An Yin hated him for treating her like that, she still felt distressed when she saw him so tired that she slept like this.

Secretly sighed, his eyes lowered, and he looked at his clothes.

He was only wearing a thin shirt with a large neckline, revealing a pair of delicate collarbones, and today was a different day, the weather was very cold, and his clothes were too thin.

An Yin moved lightly, got up gently, took the cashmere blanket next to him, got out of bed, and gently covered him.

Normally, as long as he was close to him, he would notice, but today the blankets were all over him, and he still slept deeply and did not react at all.

Anyin lightly returned to the bed, turned sideways, and looked at him with her eyes open.

Tired like this, he didn't go back to sleep, but he was guarding her here, whether he was stupid or too self-righteous.

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