I sighed and looked at Xin Yao. "If you want me to be with Han Hao, I won't agree."
Xin Yao looked at me. "Sister-in-law, you have to promise me that you will take good care of yourself. No matter what happens, no matter who you meet, you have to take good care of yourself. No matter who is by your side in the future, you can't let yourself be wronged. Because if I see you being wronged, my heart will hurt too."
I touched Xin Yao's crying face and said, "Okay, I promise you. Don't worry, I will take good care of myself." I turned and looked at Han Hao. "Han Hao, talk to Xin Yao. It's getting late. I'm going back." Then, I turned and walked past Han Hao, heading to the living room.
On the way back, my mood was very complicated. It wasn't that I didn't have Han Hao in my heart, it was just that I was pregnant and couldn't accept Han Hao. I didn't want my child and me to be a burden to him. As I spoke, I walked up the stairs and arrived at the bedroom door. Suddenly, I wondered if Duanmu Que was still in the bedroom.
Whatever, I would have to face it sooner or later. I pushed open the bedroom door and entered the room. Duanmu Que was lying on the bed, his face pale and his forehead covered in sweat. I hurried to his side and wiped the sweat off his face. It was cold. Duanmu Que's brows were tightly furrowed. He looked really uncomfortable. As I wiped the tears off his face, I softly called out his name. "Xiao Que, wake up. What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Xiao Que, can you hear me? "
Duanmu Que didn't respond. His eyes were tightly shut, and he still looked like he was in pain. I was a little worried. Just as I was about to turn and call the housekeeper, Duanmu Que reached out and grabbed my arm. I turned around and saw that his eyes were still tightly shut. He kept calling, "Wifey … Wifey …"
I sat next to him and held his hand tightly. Looking at him now, I was very worried. How could this happen? I held his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead again and again. Gradually, his expression became less painful. I heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was fine. However, he was still holding my hand tightly. I didn't want to let go. I was afraid that I would wake him up. It wasn't easy for him to fall asleep. If I were to wake him up again, he might feel uncomfortable.
Just like that, I didn't know how much time had passed. I held Duanmu Que's hand and lay next to him. Unknowingly, I fell asleep. This was the most peaceful sleep I'd had in the past few days. It was as if I had returned to the time when Duanmu Que and I were still loving each other. It was as if I could see that gentle and handsome face that had stayed by my side and never left.
When I woke up again, it was already evening. There was no light in the room, so it was dark. I opened my eyes and saw a handsome face in front of me. He was staring at me with his eyes wide open. I was so shocked that I sat up. My face was red, and I didn't know what to do. After thinking for a while, I crawled out of his arms and sat in front of the dressing table. I fiddled with the things on the table, but I didn't say anything.
I glanced at the time. It was already past dinner time. I looked at Duanmu Que through the mirror. He was leaning against the headboard and looking at me expressionlessly. I blushed again. With my back to him, I said, "You must be hungry. Do you want to eat something? I'll go downstairs and make it. "
Duanmu Que still didn't say anything. He just sat there and looked at me expressionlessly. I sighed. "Forget it. I'll go make something and bring it to you." I stood up and walked to the door.
"Wait a minute." Duanmu Que called out to me. I turned around and looked at him. He looked at me and said, "I want to eat something hot." I looked at him and smiled. Then, I turned and walked out of the bedroom.
I went to the kitchen and cooked two bowls of vegetable porridge. I added some side dishes and brought them to the bedroom. After entering the bedroom, I brought the porridge to Duanmu Que and handed him the bowl. He wolfed it down. I sat on the edge of the bed and drank the porridge while looking at him from time to time. I had only taken a few mouthfuls, but he had already finished the entire bowl. Then, he looked at my bowl with eager eyes. I immediately understood what he meant. I handed my bowl to him and said, "You can eat it."
Duanmu Que hesitated for a moment, but still took the bowl. In a few mouthfuls, he finished the two bowls of porridge. I took the empty bowl and brought it to the kitchen. After I cleaned up, I cut some fruit and brought it to the bedroom. Duanmu Que sat at the head of the bed and ate the fruit while looking at me. His eyes had become very strange. They weren't gentle like before, nor were they cruel like before. It was as if he was savoring me, which made me feel very uncomfortable.
I reached out and touched his forehead. His temperature was normal, and he wasn't sweating anymore. It seemed that he was fine. I suddenly remembered that he was sweating, so I touched the bedsheet. It was damp. I sighed and took out a set of Duanmu Que's clothes from the wardrobe. I also took out a bedsheet, a quilt cover, and two pillowcases. I handed the clothes to Duanmu Que. Looking at him, I said, "Go take a shower. When you're done, just throw the clothes into the washing machine. "Then, I pulled the quilt aside and began to take off the quilt cover.
Duanmu Que hugged the clothes and looked at me. He didn't move. I looked at him and said, "Go quickly. Do you want to use the bathtub? If you do, I'll go fill the tub." I put down the quilt cover and walked to the bathroom.
Suddenly, Duanmu Que stopped me. He said, "Why are you so good to me?"
I stopped in my tracks. Hearing him say that, my heart ached. Yes, why am I so good to him? A man who once loved me and hurt me. Why am I so good to him? I sighed and said, "It's nothing. It's just a small matter."
I walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and began to fill the tub. I sat by the tub and watched the water flow. My complicated heart gradually calmed down. Duanmu Que stood at the bathroom door and looked at me. He was naked, and he put his new clothes on the sink. He took off his dirty clothes and threw them into the washing machine. I raised my head and glanced at him. Then, I stared at the tap, waiting for it to finish.
"I'll do it. You go and rest." Duanmu Que's tone became very gentle. It suddenly made me feel uncomfortable. I looked at him and thought, If he wants to do it himself, then let him do it himself.
I stood up and looked at him. "You're sweating so much. Don't soak for too long. Call me if you need anything."
I walked past him. He suddenly pulled me and said, "Don't go. If you're not busy, come and help me wipe my back."
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