The Superstar Little Brother-in-Law and The Social Butterfly Big Sister-in-Law (30)
Bai Weiwei frowned, “That so, then we’ll wait.”
He Nanxi nodded hurriedly.
His hands were still by her head and his body was nearly pressing against her, he didn’t dare to move in this posture.
However, Bai Weiwei didn’t seem to be thinking anything of it as she watched the door, like she was waiting for the paparazzi outside to leave.
He Nanxi could calm himself because he found an excuse.
His sanity began to return.
The other things that had just been ignored, slowly became apparent.
She was so petite……
He Nanxi’s sight fell on her. From this height, it was easy to see her casually tied up bun, or the few short hairs that fell to her neck.
Her neck was fair as delicate snow, that bright white extended downwards.
Her collar was small, but slightly open, he could barely see the delicate butterfly bones looming under her clothes.
He Nanxi held his breath and his eyes trembled again.
There were many beautiful women in the entertainment industry, but most of the beauty was from cosmetics.
The five features were stunning.
But the skin would be pitted.
Bai Weiwei had the most beautiful skin he had ever seen.
Almost translucent, but with a touch of softness.
Touch…… It felt very nice to touch.
By the time he realized, his fingertips had already gently touched the back of her neck.
Smooth and tender, bringing a weak current.
Bai Weiwei somewhat dully turned back, her dazzling five officials, exquisite brows and her eyes with a few threads of purity met his.
“Has the reporter gone?”
Bai Weiwei asked softly, seemingly unaware of his movements.
He Nanxi drooped his eyes, his voice stuffy, with an imperceptible tremor, “Gone.”
Bai Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good, let’s go out.”
He Nanxi immediately retreated, no longer covering her.
She opened the door, carefully peeked and probed outside, “No reporter, Nanxi.”
Of course there were no journalists, they were all made up by him.
He Nanxi followed Bai Weiwei to the ward.
He Dongling was still in a coma.
Bai Weiwei smiled amiably as she walked past. Getting some music for him and playing some children’s songs.
“Dongling is actually very childish, his favorite is the group of ducks in front song, if I let him listen he will wake up happy.”
Bai Weiwei’s expression was loving, almost brilliant enough to blind other’s eyes.
He Nanxi absentmindedly glanced from his cheating brother to his beautiful and gentle sister-in-law.
Then his eyes accidentally swept across the table and his pupils contracted.
What kind of ghost left a red rose on the table?
That bitch brought it just now?
He swiftly picked up the red rose and took it to the trash.
Once it was thrown away, he sighed in relief.
He Nanxi only considered in hindsight that he didn’t have an affair, what was he so nervous for?
To take care of He Dongling these hours, He Nanxi felt as tired as if he had performed more than a dozen concerts without rest.
After he returned, Bai Weiwei found he wasn’t quite right.
When they were on the stairs, she suddenly went up a few steps and turned back toward He Nanxi below.
He Nanxi looked up and a hand landed on his forehead.
He was shocked. He realized that Bai Weiwei, who was standing a couple steps higher, was staring at him attentively. Her sweet and gentle breath accidentally blew across his face.
It was like a feather’s tip, gently tickling his heart.
Bai Weiwei frowned, she worriedly muttered, “No fever, ah. How did your face get so pale?”
He Nanxi somewhat couldn’t bear her pure concern.
He pursed his thin lips, his thick eyelashes drooped and covered the inexplicable emotions in his eyes.
Bai Weiwei smiled, “That’s good.”
He Nanxi suddenly asked, “Do you and my brother have a good relationship?”