She subconsciously shrunk into the quilt and said, "ASA, I''m thirsty and want to drink water."

    ASA said nothing, went to get her a cup of warm water, take care of her drink.

    After drinking the water, seeing that he had no expression, he asked carefully, "ASA, what''s the matter with you?"

    ASA still had no expression: "was he sick yesterday?"

    “……” It''s a default to bow your head.

    ASA was a little angry. "Darling, you''ve learned to lie to me."

    She used to be sick and never hid him.

    This is the first time

    "I''m sorry, I''m afraid you''re angry, I dare not tell you."

    "I''m angry if you don''t say it." ASA light education her, "if you get worse, what to do?"

    "I took the medicine yesterday, who knows it''s still not good..."

    "You should have told me more."

    “……” She didn''t get over her cold last night. She should have told him.

    But once you lie, you don''t have the courage to admit it.

    ASA said faintly, "I found you sick this morning. Do you know what my mood is?"

    Give him a good look. "ASA, I''m sorry."

    "You have a high fever of 39 degrees. If you find out later, the consequences will be disastrous."

    "I''m sorry..." I really know I''m wrong.

    ASA suddenly got up and was about to leave. She thought he didn''t want to pay attention to her. Suddenly, she was a little frightened.

    She didn''t care about anything else, so she got up and threw herself at him from behind.

    "ASA, are you really angry?"

    Asawi was stunned.

    Cuddling his body, like a child who is afraid of being abandoned, "don''t be angry, I won''t be like this in the future."

    Sensing her uneasiness, ASA softened and his anger disappeared.

    He stroked her head. "I''m not angry. I''m going to get you porridge."

    "Really?"

    "Yes."

    A good smile: "I''ll go with you."

    ASA said with a smile, "rest, I''ll bring it to you."

    "Good." He lay down on the bed again, and ASA soon brought a bowl of millet porridge.

    He didn''t put anything in the porridge. The thick and white porridge looked like milk.

    Leaning against the head of the bed, ASA scooped a spoonful of porridge and fed it to her. She felt delicious.

    ASA was afraid that she didn''t like to eat, so he comforted her, "you can only eat this now. When you are well, we will eat what you want."

    "It''s delicious." But she said, "everything ASA makes is delicious."

    ASA laughed. "Is it so delicious?"

    "Yes Nod your head.

    Asa''s heart was full of joy and tenderness.

    He stroked her head. "Is it still hard now?"

    "A little bit."

    "After dinner, you can continue to rest. If you don''t feel well all the time, tell me."

    "Good."

    He ate a bowl of porridge and lay down again. ASA continued to stay by the bed.

    I can''t sleep.

    She opened her big black and white eyes. "ASA, tell me a story."

    Asalton for a moment, he has not told her a story for many years.

    Before he was five years old, he would occasionally tell her stories from storybooks.

    "What story do you want to hear?"

    "Darling is a way:" your previous story, can you tell me a story

    Asaph lowered his eyes to cover up the flash of darkness.

    "It was too long for me to remember. Or I''ll read to you. "