Wait for her as before

  Shen Nan's expression didn't change, he reached out and grabbed Tang Jiji who was trying to get up, ignoring her struggles, he directly hoisted her onto his shoulder, then gently placed her at the head of the bed.

  A series of movements flowed like clouds and water, and in front of Mrs. Shen, she bent down to help Tang Jiji adjust her collar, and said softly: "Jiji, from now on, you are not allowed to get out of bed..."

  Tang Ji was still in a state of extreme shock and hadn't come back to her senses, while Shen Nan pinched her cheeks and continued saying: "Did you hear? Don't let yourself catch a cold."

  Then Shen Nan Yue turned his head and called out to Madam Shen who was standing by the door: "Mother."

  "You really still think of me as your mother, I've been standing for so long and you're only willing to call me now." Madam Shen scolded him, her elegant face turned towards Tang Jiji, revealing a warm smile.

  Tang Jiji finally came back to her senses, "Mrs. Shen, I...I..." She hurriedly wanted to get out of bed but was hastily stopped by Mrs. Shen. She was both angry and anxious, saying: "Jiji, why are you in such a hurry to get out of bed? Didn't Ah Jue just say not to get out of bed and catch a chill? I'm not the Empress Dowager, do you need to get out of bed to welcome me?"

  Tang Jiji was taken aback again, and the tone she used to scold her was the same as the one she used on Shen Nanxiao, but it contained endless doting and worry, and it turned out that Aunt Shen still treated her as well as before.

  "Season... " Shen's mother sighed softly, covering Tang Season's hand with her own and said warmly: "You must rest well, if you don't rest well, my son will blame me for not taking good care of you. Beibei doesn't want to be a big sinner."

  Tang Jiji raised her eyes and met Shen Mu's concerned gaze, feeling a warmth in her heart, but still lowered her head and whispered: "Thank you."

  Mrs. Shen's smiling face suddenly froze, she looked at Tang Jiji, then looked at Shen Nanxiao, a faint sigh floated in the air, this child has really drifted away from them...

  But in an instant, Shen Mu's face, which had been washed of all its makeup, floated out with a hint of a smile: "Cough cough, Ah Jiao. Take good care of Ji Ji, I'm going to help Ji Ji cook soup, and it has to be ginger soup to dispel the cold." After saying that, she left on her own accord.

  The spacious room was suddenly left with only two people, and the existence of the two people was indeed a bit quiet. There was only the wind blowing gently from the window on the side of the balcony that had not been fully closed, making a slight rustling sound.

  Tang Jiji sat on the bed, feeling bored, but caught a glimpse of Shen Nanxiao staring at her almost straight, his face still flushed with a hint of shyness from earlier, his features so finely chiseled that he was the most handsome person she had ever laid eyes on.

  In her entire life, Tang Ji had only seen three men who were exceptionally good-looking and handsome. One of them was her deceased brother whom she didn't want to mention or remember again. Another one was Su Wei Jing with whom she had only a few encounters. The remaining one was the man standing in front of her.

  It's strange to say, but among the countless good men in the world, she only has a wonderful feeling when she is with this person in front of her. Although she has known Shen Nan for more than nine years, that wonderful feeling has faded with the passage of time, yet it swells up uncontrollably at the moment she sees him.

  That feeling is hard to describe, with a hint of ambiguity, yet it has the beauty of transporting you to a fantasy world, but one thing is certain, that's not love.

  Then, if that was love... Tang Jiji asked herself in her heart, but she couldn't get a firm answer.

  Suddenly, a gentle breeze brushed against her face, but Tang Jiji shuddered at the previous question, her body involuntarily trembling, and the wind that crept into her collar seemed to add a few degrees of chill.

  "Ji Ji, what's wrong?" Shen Nan hurried over and grasped her hand tightly, but she shook it off.

  "What's wrong with me? Hey! Didn't you say you'd take good care of me? Why didn't you close the window? What do you mean? Do you want to freeze me to death?" Tang Jiji said, and then regretted it. Why did she have to speak like that? Why did she have to obediently accept his care?

  Shen Nan was at a loss for her little temper, and said softly: "You've been sweating constantly since your fever broke, the doctor says you need to get some fresh air to fully recover."

  "Hey! But I feel so cold......" Tang Jiji's words were not yet finished, but she suddenly became aware of someone approaching her, warm breath sprinkled on her face, as if it was going to scorch her entire face. All her previous discomfort and chilliness vanished into thin air.

  "Hmm... how about I hold you?" He seemed to be afraid that Tang Jiji would get cold again, and coaxed out the idea of holding her, not giving her any room for discussion. He directly squeezed onto the big bed, stretched out his hands without reservation, and wrapped them around Tang Jiji, then covered the two of them with a quilt.

  "Hey——" Tang Jiji couldn't help but frown, while the person beside her didn't budge at all. Instead, he gently rested her head on his arm and said softly: "Good girl, this way you won't be cold. If you dare to move, I'm not sure what I'll do to you."