Chapter 775
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The little girl, who was sleeping on the bed, was probably woken up by Song Ching-wan's voice.
She turned her dizzy little head, frowned uncomfortably, and murmured unconsciously and weakly,
"Dad …"
This subtle movement immediately attracted the attention of Song Ching-wan and the others.
In a daze, Little Lu Li seemed to be aware of her father's breath.
She opened her eyes slightly, but her eyes were obviously unfocused. Her hot and white little hand subconsciously stretched out, as if she was looking for something, and suddenly grabbed Lu Junhan's suit pants.
The familiar feeling of the fabric obviously told her that her father was beside her now, which undoubtedly made her feel much more at ease.
Her tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed. With a look of reliance and trust, she nudged her little face in Lu Junhan's direction. She opened her eyes in a daze and murmured weakly, "I'm sorry.
"Dad …"
Looking at her unconscious and uncomfortable appearance, Lu Junhan's dark eyes shrank, and his thin lips imperceptibly tightened.
"Hey, Li Li, your father is here. He's here!"
Seeing that the little girl wanted to find Lu Junhan, Song Ching-wan hurriedly asked Lu Junhan to pick her up.
Little Lu Li lay on her father's shoulder listlessly. Her cheeks were hot, and even her breath was hot. She whimpered in a low voice, "Dad … my head hurts … I, I don't want to be sick anymore. It's not good to be sick …"
Song Ching-wan looked at her pitiful appearance, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Lu Junhan's jawline was very tight, as if he was holding back some emotion that was about to be uncontrollable.
Finally, he opened his mouth and answered in an extremely hoarse voice, "Yes."
Song Ching-wan went over with a distressed expression. He touched her forehead, which was covered with a fever patch, and felt that her temperature was still very hot. His heart tightened, but he still comforted her softly,
"Don't be afraid, Li Li. When the doctor comes, I'll ask him to give you an injection. You'll get better soon."
The little girl raised her blushing face and slowly nodded her head.
Then, she looked at Song Ching-wan for a while, then looked at Lu Qidong, Lu Enron, and the others, who also looked worried. She curled up in her father's arms and mumbled softly.
"What?"
Song Ching-wan didn't hear it clearly, so she leaned over and asked, "Li Li, what did you just say? Auntie didn't hear it. "
"She told us to wear masks."
Lu Junhan, who was standing by the side, spoke up.
"Mm … otherwise you'll get sick … it's not good to get sick …"
The little girl was lying on her father's shoulder. She was not in good spirits. Her whole body was listless, like a little flower that had been hit by frost. Her long and dark eyelashes drooped weakly on her fair eyelids.
But in order to not let her father and the others get infected, she forced herself to stay awake and said in a low voice,
"And you have to wear five masks. If one doesn't work … one will also get sick …"
She seemed to be talking to herself, "… I won't get sick if I wear five masks."
Song Ching-wan wanted to laugh, but she couldn't help but feel moved. She rubbed the little girl's head and said softly, "Okay, we'll wear them later … sleep, Li Li. You'll be better after a sleep."
The little girl nodded, "Okay."
Then, Little Lu Li really couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep again.
Before she fell asleep, she thought that she hadn't asked her father to "wash her hair" with a towel.
It's over.
She definitely won't get better.
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