Her forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and Nan Mo couldn’t help but reach out to tidy the bangs on her forehead. His movents were gentle, with a hint of seriousness in his expression.
It was like a child just learning sothing new.
And today, it was indeed a very special first lesson in Nangong Yaoling’s life—taking care of a woman.
In the past, it was always won who took care of him, and he had never so attentively looked after a woman. It was a bit novel, a bit fun, and also... an indescribable feeling.
She suddenly realized that Nangong Yaoling wasn’t as bad as she had imagined.
At least at this mont, deep inside, there was a slight flutter.
She didn’t expect such an overbearing and self-centered man to also have such a gentle and considerate side.
Nangong Yaoling looked at her pale little face and then domineeringly said, "You go to sleep first. If the towel cools down, I’ll replace it for you."
"No need," Xia Xiaonuan felt a bit embarrassed by his words. "Just take it away in a while."
"Why are you so naggy?" Nangong Yaoling suddenly beca irritable and shouted, "The towel will cool down soon. If your stomach hurts, don’t co crying to !"
Xia Xiaonuan: ...
Sure enough, she must be hormonally imbalanced from her period, which is the only explanation for why she thought Nangong Yaoling was gentle.
Nangong Yaoling, as expected, reached into the covers to feel the towel. "It really is a bit cool already!"
After saying that, he hurried back into the bathroom. Soon, he returned with a new wet towel.
Using a warm towel to replace the cooled one, he repeated this process over and over, at least a dozen tis.
Xia Xiaonuan later fell asleep, vaguely feeling him still reaching out to touch her stomach at night.
If it felt cool, he would replace it with a warm towel for her, and while at it, he would wipe the sweat from her forehead and tuck her blanket back in.
This vaguely reminded her of when she was ten years old and fell ill, and Nan Mo took care of her all night in the sa way.
Because of the limited conditions at Fuli Institute, not every sick child could imdiately go to the hospital for an IV drip.
And the staff at Fuli Institute were limited too; there weren’t enough people to take care of everyone.
So, generally, when children got sick, they had to take care of themselves.
But she was fortunate because every ti she fell ill, Nan Mo would take care of her.
Conversely, Nan Mo had a very good constitution and rarely got sick. Even if he caught a cold, he just took a few pills, slept, and then was fine.
At that ti, when Xia Xiaonuan fell ill and watched Nan Mo bustling around for her, she still smiled and said, "Nan Mo, when will you get sick so that I can take good care of you?"
Nan Mo laughed and said, "Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t want to get sick, nor do I need your care. I want to stay healthy so I can protect my Xia Xiaonuan."
At that ti, Xia Xiaonuan always felt that being sick wasn’t a painful thing, but rather a blissful one.
Because Nan Mo was genuinely very gentle, very gentle.
When she got hurt, he would blow on her wound and say, "Xiaonuan, it doesn’t hurt. Xiaonuan, don’t cry~ Our Xiaonuan is the bravest... "
And the feeling Nangong Yaoling just gave her seed to take her back to those childhood days.
Except Nangong Yaoling was still sowhat different, with his calmness and domineering nature.
He wouldn’t speak gentle and soft words to her, but he would only express them through his actions.
In the evening, Xia Xiaonuan had a dream. She dread of her and Nangong Yaoling entwined together, and suddenly Liang Shaochen appeared in front of them.
Liang Shaochen stood by the bed sadly and asked her, "Xiaonuan, why did you lie to ? Why did you leave ? Why are you with him?"
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