The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (10)
He also didn’t understand his attitude.
“She’s been hitting you?”
Bai Weiwei’s face was bright red. She blinked her apricot eyes1, tearfully looking at him.
Her voice was weak and thin. “Not all the time, just once in a while.”
Lu Zixi’s face was expressionless, and his eyes were dark.
“Once in a while? How did she hit you?”
Bai Weiwei thought hard. Perhaps it was because she was muddled from the fever, but her entire person was unbelievably lovable.
“Just… using a smashed chair, or hitting me with a drying rack. Sometimes she wouldn’t let me eat because I wasn’t being sensible.”
Lu Zixi frowned, “You weren’t being sensible?”
Bai Weiwei seemed very afraid when she heard these words. She immediately grabbed the quilt and covered herself, only revealing two watery eyes.
“I ate too much, so I wasn’t being sensible.”
Lu Zixi: Eating too much was not being sensible?
When he was young and if he didn’t eat, dozens of people in the household would surround him, begging him to eat more, ne.
Why on earth would this be considered being not sensible, ah?
“I also spoke too much and made Mom angry.”
Lu Zixi was deeply suspicious. What was this limit of being insensible?
Speaking too much was also being insensible.
Was she holding a trumpet in the dead of night and blowing it in front of someone’s bed?
“Also, I-I was sick and insensible, and mom wanted to hit me.”
Bai Weiwei carefully looked at him as she spoke.
Lu Zixi finally asked hesitantly: “You were sick?”
How could you relate being sick to being insensible?
But Bai Weiwei seemed to be stabbed by something and immediately said in a startled voice: “I’m not sick, really, I’m not sick.”
Lu Zixi threw her a cold glance. Suddenly, he grabbed the quilt, his fingers about to touch her forehead.
Bai Weiwei closed her eyes in fright.
Shivering, not daring to look at him.
His fingers fell on her white forehead. It was boiling hot.
It felt like it could burn people to death.
His frown deepened. Suddenly, she softly placed her feeble little hand on his wrist. It trembled intensely.
She closed her eyes and pitifully said: “I’m just too hot. I’m not sick.”
She even had a bit of fawning as she softly touched his wrist. She lifted her eyes slightly, looking very innocent.
But the corners of her eyes were red. This shy glance, pure and charming, easily tugged at one’s heartstrings.
Lu Zixi only felt that the force of her fingertips brushing across his wrist caused a tingling sensation.
He quickly pulled back his hand, his expression a little ugly.
If it weren’t for his awareness that the person became like this from the fever and couldn’t be conscious.
He even wondered if she was seducing him.
“Mom…” She slowly lifted her head and looked at him with big, watery eyes.
Lu Zixi’s voice was cold. “Who is your mom, shut up.”
Bai Weiwei immediately shut her mouth. She looked at him pitifully.
Bullying this kind of woman didn’t give him any sense of accomplishment.
Lu Zixi agitatedly called out for someone to come and had the butler invite the doctor.
He didn’t want to torture her yet.
She would kill herself first.
Who was like him, retaliating against someone who nursed such greivances.
The doctor had just brought out a medical kit when Bai Weiwei immediately reached out and fearfully grabbed his hand.
Lu Zixi only felt that her fingers were as soft as clouds as they scratched his palm.
She fearfully hid behind him.
“Don’t come over, I’m not sick.”
Lu Zixi turned back impatiently. “Why are you so noisy? Do you want to die?”
Bai Weiwei stiffened, and she gently released his hand.
Then she lay back down on the bed. Her face was red, her lips dry and pale, and her eyes dazed and giving one heartache.
1: 杏眼: the English term for it seems to be almond eyes.↩