"I'm not what you think I am." Qin Zhiyou had already washed up in the study room, and now he directly lifted the quilt. Stretching out his arm and turning off the light, in the pitch-black room, he put his arm around her shoulder. After a moment's thought, he put his large hand on her stomach, his muffled voice falling on her head, "If you're not feeling well, tell me anytime, I'll take you to the hospital."
Lu Weixi was very weak at this time, and because of the blood loss, her head was also very heavy. At this moment, Qin Zhiyou was like a huge furnace, particularly his hand on her stomach, which felt like a moving hot water bottle, providing unlimited warmth for her, who was plunged into the harsh winter chill.
Even if she was disgusted, at this moment, she couldn't help but draw closer, even closer.
Qin Zhiyou seemed to sense it, pulling her even tighter into his embrace and gently kissing the top of her head, "Don't worry, sleep."
