"Ziyi?" Pei Yuanchen gently caressed her face, his voice hoarse, "What's wrong?"
The woman on the bed whimpered pitifully, "My head hurts so much..."
Pei Yuanchen wasn't sure if he should feel sorry for her or mock her. Just a moment ago, she had a high fever and didn't feel a headache; now that the fever had subsided considerably, she began to whimper.
He pressed his lips tightly, carefully lifting her up to let her lie in his arms, his voice low and gentle, "How about now, does it feel any better?"
She leaned into his embrace, instinctively wanting to hug him.
Pei Yuanchen quickly held down her hand that still had the IV drip.
She pouted with grievance, whining, "Uncle Xiaobao..."
"Hmm." Pei Yuanchen responded, lowering his head to kiss her forehead, "Be good, once the fever goes down, it won't hurt anymore."
"My heart hurts..." Her voice had a sobbing tone, "You don't want me anymore..."
Pei Yuanchen trembled lightly.
"You need to get better quickly."
