Song Xiaoman sat down in front of the desk, straight back, open the paper, she began to write.

    Qin Shinan was sitting on the sofa opposite him, with his back resting comfortably, his long legs folded up, and his hands holding a tablet. He scratched a few times from time to time, as if he was reviewing the documents.

    After a moment, he stood up and walked behind her: "why did it stop? Why not? "

    "Ah..." Song Xiaoman suddenly became timid and couldn''t hold a word for a long time.

    She just secretly glanced at him to see what he was doing. Who knew that the man was so sensitive that he could notice her with his head down.

    "Let me see." Qin Shinan bent down, one hand on the table, tall figure shrouded in her above.

    From a certain point of view, this posture is very ambiguous and uncomfortable.

    Song Xiaoman''s face is slightly hot, her heart is beating faster and faster, her breathing is all his breath.

    Naturally, I can do it, but I have to pretend I can''t do it in front of him.

    What can she do?

    Qin Shinan took song Xiaoman''s pen and wrote a line of formula on the draft paper.

    In her ear, he explained the solution to the problem in a low voice, and then returned the pen to her: "do you understand? Do it yourself

    Song Xiaoman nodded.

    In fact, at that moment, her mind was blank, he was too close to her... Too close.

    Later, he simply pulled a chair to sit next to her. When she finished a question, he checked it.

    Song Xiaoman feels that he is about to suffocate and die. This depressing atmosphere really forces people to death.

    Fortunately, at this time, sister Zhu brought in a glass of milk.

    Seeing the scene in the study, sister Zhu secretly laughed, put down the milk and went out.

    In fact, think about it, this is not silly, how about it.

    Change a not silly, can let her husband like this?

    Qin Shinan sat back on the sofa and said, "the school is going to hold an adult ceremony on Friday. Why didn''t you tell me?"

    Song Xiaoman almost choked and took a deep breath.

    Seeing her muddled expression, Qin Shinan realized something and lowered his head and gently pulled the corner of his mouth.

    It''s like self mockery.

    Occasionally he seems to forget, forget her abnormality.

    Maybe she doesn''t even know what a rite of passage is.

    He went to her side, raised his hand, fingers gently wiped her mouth: "drink milk to continue to do homework."

    Song Xiaoman put down the cup and his eyes twinkled: "old man, husband, full of sleepiness... Sleepy."

    "Sleepy?" In the Qin Dynasty, the eyes of the South were slightly heavy.

    Song Xiaoman thought that this man might be angry, in his eyes, she should be a mentally retarded and academic scum.

    Generally speaking, smart people always dislike stupid people.

    And he, in his heart, may despise her, but for the sake of the so-called right of inheritance, he has to force himself to do all kinds of things against his will.

    For a moment, many thoughts appeared in her heart, which made her feel lost.

    She lowered her head slowly, but his gentle palm caressed her face: "it''s a little hot, isn''t it sick?"

    Look, her face is red and her spirit is not very good.

    The man''s action made song Xiaoman''s face redder and his breath unsteady: "no, No."

    Holding her schoolbag, she quickly ran out of the study.

    Closing the door of the room, song Xiaoman climbed to the bed, put his hands on both sides of the two bags and shook his head.

    But what reverberates in her mind at the moment is the sentence of Xiaoxi in the daytime... Do you like him?

    All night, song Xiaoman sleeps very uneasily, and has that dream, and dreams of those terrible sounds and pictures.

    The lamp in the study has not been dark for a long time.

    Qin Shinan sat in front of his desk and put the picture he had seen thousands of times back to the inside of the drawer.

    He smoked one after another until the ashtray was full of cigarette ends.

    She is very much like her, but he knows that she is not her, and no one can replace her.

    In the morning, sister Zhu rushed down from the second floor.

    "It seems that Miss Song is ill, sir." It''s getting late. She wanted to wake her up, but she couldn''t wake up.

    This touch makes my forehead hot.

    "Call the doctor." Qin Shinan walked up the stairs quickly.

    Seeing that the little girl was lying in a daze, and her mouth was still babbling, he put the back of his hand on her forehead, and suddenly his face was tense.

    Ever since she brought this girl back, she has been sick all the time. She has a fever, a bad stomach, an injection and water hanging.

    "Dad, Dad..."

    "Don''t --"

    "Let go of me!"

    Song Xiaoman suddenly shouts hoarsely. His fingers tightly grasp the quilt, and his forehead keeps sweating.

    When the family doctor came, he happened to see this scene.

    Last time, Qin Shao asked her about stuttering. Now she can be sure that she is the little girl in front of her.

    Because the heat is too high, it is reasonable to have a fever reducing injection, but Qin Shinan refused.

    The family doctor hesitated for a moment and said, "Qin Shao, although the little girl is afraid of pain, the heat is so high that it''s almost 40 degrees. It''s very dangerous if she doesn''t get rid of the fever all the time."

    Qin Shinan looked at the doctor displeased: "in addition to injections, you will not have other?"

    "I..." the doctor was so angry that he didn''t dare say anything more.

    In the end, there was still no injection, just a fever medicine.

    There was no one else in the room. Qin Shinan took off his coat and lay in bed with song Xiaoman in his arms.

    He stroked her hair in the dim light.

    Her cry has been reverberating in his ear, let him feel, it is like a nightmare that will haunt her for a lifetime.

    Although she did not cry, did not shout, although he used his body to warm her, but she was still shivering with cold.

    He went to the bathroom to put in hot water and took her for a bath.

    Slowly sinking into the water, she was like a helpless baby, with her hands around her knees.

    His eyes darkened as he gazed at her.

    He is a man.

    At the moment, he had to admit that he had a desire for her, even in such a situation.

    Did not let her stay in the water for too long, to her dry, put on clothes, let her lie in bed to rest.

    He didn''t leave, sleeping with her all night.

    He gently took up her little hand, put it on the lip and gave it a kiss, so careful.

    Her fingers are very thin and very soft.

    Breathing, losing rhythm, becoming disorganized.

    At dawn, song Xiaoman slept soundly. In the middle of the night, the fever gradually subsided.

    Qin Shinan hardly closed her eyes. The little girl nestled in his arms and wrapped her hands and feet around him.

    He enjoyed the warmth, and at the same time he restrained himself.

    This is a bottom line. At least for now, he can''t cross it, let alone lose control.

    Song Xiaoman opened his eyes, his head moved slowly, and ran into a pair of dark eyes in a hurry.

    I feel so painful. I feel painful all over.

    She looked down at herself and then at him... Her eyes turned red and began to cry!