Chapter 1697: Opening Her Heart to Him Once More (Part Twenty)
Every time Xiaojiao had a fever, Su Yue would use a wet towel and a cooling gel sheet to bring down the temperature.
She had learned it from Su Yue.
Su Yue nodded and smiled. “Sure.”
If Xiaojiao took care of Ming Ansheng, he would definitely die of bliss.
After they finished their breakfast, Su Yue washed the dishes.
Xiaojiao ran back into her room. Su Yue came out of the kitchen and glanced around as she looked for her. She walked around the living room.
She called as she walked around, “Xiaojiao, what are you doing?”
“I wear a mask.” Xiaojiao came bouncing out with a red new jacket and gloves. She covered her face with a mask and came out looking ready.
Su Yue frowned and chuckled. “Uncle’s place is very near. You don’t have to wear a mask.”
Xiaojiao answered, “There are germs. And it will spread to me.”
Su Yue was speechless…
This little la.s.s was so thoughtful!
But she was right. He might spread the germs to her.
Sometimes, this girl seemed more clever than her.
Su Yue shook her head and grinned. She held Xiaojiao’s hand and walked out.
After wearing shoes, Su Yue lifted the thermal container on the shoe rack.
Xiaojiao glanced at the container and asked, “Mommy, is that soup for Uncle?”
Su Yue replied, “Nope, it’s porridge for Uncle.”
“Okay.”
Both of them leisurely strolled as they chatted. Light flecks of snow were falling and a gentle breeze ruffled their hair.
The footprints in the courtyard from last night were all covered by a fresh new blanket of snow.
As they walked across the courtyard, they created new sets of footprints.
Xiaojiao tugged her hand from Su Yue’s grasp and ran towards Ming Ansheng’s house.
“Uncle! Uncle!”
She shouted for him excitedly, as though she hadn’t seen him in a long time.
“Xiaojiao.” Ming Ansheng heard Xiaojiao, and he opened the door. His eyes wandered around the courtyard.
Suddenly, a pair of tiny hands tugged at his leg and a chubby face rubbed against him.
Ming Ansheng bowed his head and gazed affectionately at her. “Little darling.”
He bent to scoop her up.
“I touch you.” Xiaojiao removed her gloves and used the back of her hand to feel Ming Ansheng’s forehead.
As though she had an ample amount of experience.
She stared at Ming Ansheng and asked, “You have a fever?”
This la.s.s’ actions originally puzzled Ming Ansheng. And then he realized it and tilted his head. He laughed.
His voice was a little hoa.r.s.e, but it was still pleasant.
He held Xiaojiao’s hand and brushed it against his lips. “I don’t have a fever anymore. I’m fine.”
“I touch you.” Xiaojiao didn’t seem entirely convinced, and she touched Ming Ansheng’s forehead again.
She furrowed her eyebrows and looked solemn and serious. Her expression delighted and amused Ming Ansheng.
He tightened his grip around her and kissed her forehead. “Darling, you’re truly my precious daughter.”
Xiaojiao tilted her head backward to have a better look at Ming Ansheng. She sweetly instructed him, “You can’t eat ice cream and drink cold water.”
Ming Ansheng nodded obediently and promised, “I got it.”
Xiaojiao quipped, “You must close your eyes and sleep. Drink water and no cold water.”
Ming Ansheng listened patiently. “I got it, little doctor.”
“You must close your eyes and sleep,” Xiaojiao repeated firmly once more, as her eyes sparkled innocently.