Zhan Nanxing smiled badly, "Brother, sometimes you don't have to be so dull and rigid. She is your wife, not another woman. What's wrong with you helping her change her pajamas?"

"Even if Si Lian is my wife, I can't do anything she doesn't want to do to her without her consciousness." Zhan Nanye finished explaining and turned around to close the window, "I'll cook a bowl of sober soup first,

You change her clothes and stay here with her, and don’t leave a single step.”

Zhan Nanxing, "Brother, can you still cook sober soup? Why is this the first time I heard about it?"

Zhan Nanye didn't want to say a word to the little girl with many questions, so she walked away.

He went downstairs and came to the kitchen. Fortunately, he went to the supermarket tonight and bought a lot of things, so he did not lack ingredients for sobering up soup.

He cut the ingredients for sobering soup quickly, put the ingredients into the pot, and prepared the ingredients for making ginger soup.

Si Lian had been playing in the snow for so long, and must have been frozen. He had to let her drink a bowl of ginger soup to get rid of the cold. She would not have a headache when she woke up tomorrow morning.

It took a lot of time to cook sobering soup and ginger soup. When Zhan Nanye brought two bowls of soup upstairs, Zhan Nanxing had already helped Si Lian change his pajamas.

She sat beside Si Lian's bed and dozed off, her little head bit by bit, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Zhan Nanye pointed her head, "You can go to bed now."

"I'm going to get up early tomorrow." Zhan Nanxing stood up, rubbed his eyes and walked out. When he went out, he accidentally bumped into the door frame, which made Zhan Nanye shake his head.

Si Lian is more than one year older than Zhan Nanxing, but he is so mature and rational than Zhan Nanxing.

Zhan Nanye sat down at Si Lian's bed, scooped a spoonful of sober soup and sent it to Si Lian's lips, and said softly, "Si Lian, open your mouth to drink sober soup."

Si Lian was very obedient when she was asleep. She opened her mouth and opened her mouth. A bowl of sobering soup quickly put her stomach down. Zhan Nanye then fed her a bowl of ginger soup in the same way.

After doing all this, Zhan Nanye did not rush to leave. He sat by the bed and looked at her quietly.

Even he himself didn't know why. As long as he looked at Si Lian and did nothing, he felt very at ease, as if he had a reassurance.

Since he was a child, he has never had such an inexplicable and extremely enjoyable experience.

"Grandma" Si Lian suddenly burst into tears and murmured, "You must be well and not leave your love. If you don't even want your love, you will be alone."

Even though it was not the first time I saw Si Lian in such pain in my sleep, Zhan Nanye still felt very distressed.

He turned over to the bed, lay down beside her, hugged her hard in his arms, and gently patted her on the back with one hand, like coaxing a three-year-old child, "Don't be afraid of Xiaolian, grandma's illness will be cured, and she won't lose it.

Next little love. Don’t forget about your little love. You still have Hangchuan, and Hangchuan will always be with you."

"Grandma, you have to keep your word." Her frowns slowly loosened, and the expression on her face gradually returned to calm.
Chapter completed!