Chapter 07 The unknown secret 4
I knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.
Could it be that Wei Jimo fell asleep?
I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The room was quiet. Wei Jimo was lying quietly on the soft and comfortable bed. His long and curled eyelashes rested quietly on his fair skin. With beautiful facial features and perfect lip lines, Wei Jimo looked like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, beautiful and seductive.
Why is this guy sleeping so soundly?
I guess if I steal him and sell him now, he won't even know.
I couldn't help it and reached out to touch his long curly eyelashes.
Ahhh, this guy is so unreasonable and makes me so jealous. How can his eyelashes be longer and curlier than mine, a girl?
The long eyelashes under my fingers moved slightly, bringing a tingling sensation that startled me.
I quickly withdrew my fingers, but found that the person on the bed did not wake up.
Eh, that's not right.
I looked at Wei Jimu's slightly flushed cheeks, listened to his somewhat disordered breathing, and had a bad feeling in my heart.
It seems that Wei Jimo's illness is not just a common cold as Wei's mother said.
I reached out and touched Wei Jimo's forehead. Where my palm touched, it was burning hot.
This guy, why is his forehead so hot? Is he having a fever?
I was in a hurry and found a thermometer in the room. After taking Wei Jimo's temperature, I looked at the temperature on the thermometer and my heart was suddenly in suspense.
39.5 degrees Celsius!
What was Wei's mother doing? Wei Jimo had such a high fever, did n't it?
Or, even though he knew it, he still abandoned Wei Jimo and took his youngest son to attend the banquet?
Thinking about how every time I was sick, my mother always stayed by my side and took care of me in every possible way, I suddenly began to doubt, is Mother Wei really as good as she appears to be?
If she really cared about Wei Jimo, how could she be willing to abandon him to a stranger and leave him alone at home when he was sick?
I sighed secretly -
It seems that, as Su Anyang said, some things cannot be judged by appearance alone.
I asked the Wei family's servant to get some antipyretic medicine, and after having Wei Jimo take it, I touched Wei Jimo's forehead, which was still hot, and prepared to get an ice towel to cool him down physically.
I just stood up and found that the corner of my clothes was tightly grabbed by something.
"Don't go... don't go..."
The boy on the bed had his eyes tightly closed, his brows slightly furrowed, and he was mumbling something. He looked as if he was in a nightmare.
"Wei Jimo." I called him and walked up to him, lowered my head and listened carefully.
"Don't go!" He let go of my clothes and grabbed my hand with a frightening force, "Mom, don't go."
For no reason, I was promoted from a classmate to a "mother", which made me feel angry and amused.
If I didn't know that this guy was really sick, I would have thought he was trying to make me angry.
I sighed and wanted to laugh, but I couldn't.
For some reason, I suddenly felt that this magnificent villa in front of me was cold, so cold that it had no temperature at all.
"Wei Jimo, I suddenly miss home. What should I do?"
Wei Jimo on the bed couldn't hear my sigh at all, and still held my hand tightly, refusing to let go. Helplessly, I had to sit down against the head of the bed, guarding this guy who couldn't even sleep peacefully.
