Chapter 839 Born for You (28)

But he seemed to only wake up for a moment, and soon lost his strength again.

His head hung heavily by her neck, eyes closed, as if he was rubbing the warmth of her body.

The ugly, scarred half of her face rubbed against her skin, making it uneven and not pleasant to the touch.

The witch was silent for a moment and looked down at him.

"Sleep again?"

"..." No one answered her question.

The man who was suffering from a high fever had already lost consciousness.

But the hand holding her hasn't let go yet.

It seems that he is insisting...not to go to the hospital.

Lady Witch: "..."

She reluctantly kissed his forehead, and then cast some magic on him.

Soon, he opened his lips slightly.

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When Gu Liang returned to consciousness again, the sound of pattering rain could be heard in his ears.

I don't know when it started to rain outside. The wind blew and the raindrops hit the glass window.

The curtains were not closed. When Gu Liang slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the gray sky outside.

It's like someone took a pencil and squandered it.

His vision was a little hazy, and he squinted slightly against the light.

When he wanted to move, he realized that he was covered with a quilt and had a stomach-warming patch on his stomach.

His body was no longer as cold, and even his hunger had lessened a lot.

He paused, then sat up suddenly.

Looking at the room, I found that there was no one in the room. Everything was the same as before, clean and tidy.

"..." Gu Liang's calm gaze fell on the steaming glass beside him.

The glass was placed on the bedside table, within easy reach of him.

Gu Liang tore off the stomach-warming patch and got out of bed.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I smelled the strong aroma of porridge.

The aroma is overwhelming, and there seems to be meat.

Gu Liang's heart seemed to beat faster than before, and he immediately rushed to the kitchen.

only……

There was no one in the kitchen.

An earthenware pot is warming on the pot, the lid is closed, hot air is continuously coming out from the air outlet, and the aroma is filled with it.

The cutting board was wet and had been put away. The vegetable basket contained vegetables, which seemed to have been washed. The green vegetable leaves were full of water drops.

The entire kitchen was tidied up, and even the garbage in the garbage basket on the floor had been taken away.

"..." Gu Liang stood there, his fingertips slightly tightened.

His dark, emotionless gaze rested on the simmering earthenware pot, not knowing what he was thinking.

Finally, he walked over and turned off the fire.

When he wanted to lift the lid of the pot, he seemed to be a little confused, so he touched it directly.

The scorching temperature woke him up in an instant, and he immediately retracted his fingers.

His fingertips were burned, and the sharp pain finally made him feel the reality.

He lowered his long eyelashes and stood in front of the earthen pot, with his head lowered and half of his face in the shadow.

He remained motionless and looked calm.

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The rain outside was falling endlessly, and the sound of the rain was getting louder and louder.

Suddenly a flash of thunder appeared on the horizon, and then the muffled thunder spread from the horizon to this end, making the electric cars in the parking lot scream.

The strong wind blows, deflecting the rainwater, and dense water hits the face, drenching the balcony.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room have been closed, but they are still rumbled by the wind.

There were no lights in the small apartment, so the light was dim, like evening.