Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

He knew that if he moved a little, it would cause pain all over his body, but he still couldn't help but wrap her hair gently, as if it was wrapped between his fingers like this, which felt very safe.

He thought his movements were light and careful enough.

But it still woke Wen Zhigu up.

Wen Zhigu was lying on the side of the bed, pillowed on the back of his hand, his face was pressed against the back of his hand, his eyes were open and he looked at the darkness without blinking, and he could clearly feel a hand playing with his hair.

She didn't move.

Thinking about a question, is he in so much pain that he doesn't know what pain is?

It's only in the middle of the night that she still has the energy to play with her hair...

Suddenly, she heard a hoarse sigh from the top of her head, which seemed to be exhausted and desperate. He finally let go of his fingers slowly, and let the hair entwined between his fingers slip slowly from his fingertips go down...

Immediately afterwards, Ji Xubai coughed and gasped again...

As a last resort, Wen Zhigu couldn't help but opened his eyes and sat up, staring at him with cold eyes.

Not long after, Wen Zhigu stood up and poured a cup of hot water, and fed him with a spoon, but Ji Xubai refused to cooperate again, and would rather just hum in pain than let her feed him.

However, this time, Wen Zhigu stared at him coldly for a moment, didn't get used to him, put the teacup heavily on the bedside table, continued to stare at him indifferently, pursed his lips, vaguely Out of anger.

"Wen Zhigu... don't you... want me to die? Now that you're like this, don't you think you're... a bitch?" Ji Xubai also stared at her, every time he said a word, it seemed as if he wanted to use up all his resources. Strength, especially the last few words, taught him an unbearable pain as if his internal organs were about to be torn apart.

However, regarding what he said, Wen Zhigu's face didn't show the slightest ups and downs of expression, she said indifferently, "Then why didn't you die?"

Ji Xubai looked at her, his gloomy eyes couldn't hide the pain.

"I didn't die, but I still feel great, don't you?"

Ji Xubai panted slowly in pain, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly, despite the pain.

"But what right do you have to be angry with me? When it's easier for you to change your dressing in the future, just wait and see if I'll take another look at you." After a pause, Wen Zhigu's tone became colder, "Ji Xubai, don't be so affectionate there."

Ji Xubai fell silent, lowered his head, took it easy for a while, muffled his voice, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm thirsty..."

Wen Zhigu remained motionless.

Ji Xubai looked at her with some resentment, "I know the reason..."

Wen Zhigu said indifferently, "It's ugly."

After hearing this, Ji Xubai lowered his eyes in disappointment, and didn't even have the courage to look at her.

But at this moment, Wen Zhigu bit his lips tightly, without saying a word, picked up the teacup that was already cold, poured another cup of hot water over, sat down, and said expressionlessly, "Open your mouth."

This time Ji Xubai honestly opened his mouth, but after taking a small sip of water, he accidentally choked again.

Wen Zhigu saw that he was coughing so hard that his whole body was in pain and sweating, so he had no choice but to get a clean wet handkerchief again, and dripping it into his lips and teeth, he said indifferently: "It's useless at all."

Ji Xubai hummed aggrievedly.

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(Tomorrow, the seventh watch will be at twelve noon.