Chapter 392 Will She Dislike Him

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes were stunned for a while, and she really didn't know whether to laugh or cry for being a hooligan at this time, but listening to his hoarse voice and pale face, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"Then you see your lips are so dry, drink water first." She said, glaring at him, her eyes seemed to say, if you are obedient, then you can get the reward you deserve.

Yin Shaojie also felt that her throat was so dry and clogged. Her usual magnetic and sexy voice has become a bit unpleasant now. She won't despise him because of this, will she?

Thinking of this, he nodded obediently.

Mu Xiaoxiao smiled, stretched out his hand and touched his head as if to reward him, "That's good, then let me go and pour the water."

Since he was in a coma until now, she has been dragged by his hand. Although she did not exert any force, she also felt that her hand was sore.

She suddenly thought that the phrase "hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son", it really is not so easy to hold hands for a lifetime.

Although Yin Shaojie was a little dissatisfied with her coaxing the child to him, he still let go.

In fact, he didn't remember, how he kept holding her when he was in a coma.

Now that he released his hand, he also felt that his wrist was a little sore. Originally, he had a high fever, and he had no strength in his body, and the last strength was used in grabbing her hand.

"Then wait for me here, I'll be right back." Mu Xiaoxiao said, got off the bed and went out wearing slippers.

Yin Shaojie's black eyes followed her figure, his eyes fixed on the door.

After several minutes, Mu Xiaoxiao poured water and came back.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he noticed his eyes and locked him on her all the time, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

Mu Xiaoxiao's heart throbbed slightly, does this guy want to stare at people so urgently?

You are obviously sick, you are all weak, and you are still staring at the door, don't you feel sore eyes?

Although I complained so much in my heart, I somehow felt that Yin Shaojie like this was a little cute.

Mu Xiaoxiao's smile softened a bit, walked to the bed, patted the quilt on his body and said, "Get up and drink water."

"Why did you pour water for so long?" Yin Shaojie asked dissatisfiedly, his face was weak, and his voice seemed to be more hoarse than before, "I feel like my body has been hollowed out... Not coming."

As he spoke, his black eyes were lowered, revealing a pitiful look.

Mu Xiaoxiao had nothing to do with him, so she put the cup on the bedside table, leaned over, and reached out to help him up.

Yin Shaojie's arms wrapped around her, putting almost all his weight on her.

"Why are you so heavy?" Mu Xiaoxiao complained, but she still tried her best to help him up.

She finally sat up, but Young Master Yin didn't seem to want to let go of his hands, he wrapped his arms around her and changed his arms to her waist.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and buried his high nose deep in her neck.

Her breath was full of her fragrance.

"Hey..." Mu Xiaoxiao wanted to get up, but her bent posture made her a little uncomfortable.

"Don't move, let me add." Yin Shaojie said, tightening his arms.

"What to add?" Mu Xiaoxiao expressed puzzled, Wu Liuliu blinked and looked down at him, but he could only see the back of his head and his hair.

At such a close distance, she realized that this guy's hair is so soft.