The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

After a tiring day of running around, Jiang Ruoli's eyelids became heavier and heavier. Exhausted, he slowly closed his eyes in Pei Zigui's arms.

Outside the window, the wind was howling and whistling, as if someone was playing a prank. In the second half of the night, the rain gradually became heavier, and the big raindrops hit the glass, waking people from their sleep.

In the dream, Jiang Ruoli felt like he was locked in a furnace, and he looked everywhere but couldn't find a way out.

Strange, she is not Sun Wukong, how could she be locked in the alchemy furnace? It's totally off the mark.

With this doubt, Jiang Ruoli woke up from the nightmare. He looked at the time, it was 3:45 in the morning, it was too early, he went back to sleep.

When her back touched the burning skin, she woke up instantly!

Why is it burning again!

She touched Pei Zigui's forehead, it was so hot! Jiang Ruoli quickly took his temperature, 39 degrees. Damn it, she wouldn't burn her husband into a fool, would she?

Thinking of Xie Youran's previous instructions, she quickly ran to the refrigerator and took out two ice packs that she had prepared in advance. She was in such a hurry that she even forgot to wear slippers.

Jiang Ruoli took a towel and wrapped the ice pack. He ignored the biting coldness and wiped Pei Zigui's forehead, neck, armpits, elbows, and palms in turn.

After the whole process, the towel became warm.

Fortunately, hard work pays off. After rubbing my whole body several times, physical cooling finally took effect and the temperature dropped below 39 degrees.

Jiang Ruoli finally breathed a sigh of relief. She muttered incoherently, "If anything happened to you in my hands, I would definitely be expelled from the family tree."

I looked at the time and it was almost five o'clock.

No sleepiness at all.

There was a small table next to the hotel bedroom. Jiang Ruoli's eyes moved slightly. He turned on the small lamp on the table, took out a piece of white paper, and picked up the pen that Pei Zigui had placed on it.

It was pitch black outside the window, and it was hard to tell whether it was early morning or late at night. The rain was still continuing. At this moment when it was so quiet that only the sound of wind and rain remained, Jiang Ruoli sat at the desk, writing down each word stroke by stroke.

The not-so-bright light shone on her plain and tired little face, and emitted a faint dim light through her messy hair.

On the white paper, there are Buddhist scriptures over and over again.

The delicate girl, whose temper could not be tempered at all in Qingshan Temple, now sat upright with a pen, copying down the Buddhist scriptures by hand, just to pray for her husband to recover from his illness.

During this time, Jiang Ruoli measured Pei Zigui's temperature over and over again and changed the towel on his forehead.

I don't know how long I wrote, the rain gradually subsided, and a little light came through the dark clouds. Finally, the faint sound of wind and rain was no longer there, and I could even hear the occasional early bird calls.

When Pei Zigui woke up, his arms were empty. He subconsciously called out, "Li Li?", but when his voice escaped he realized it was too hoarse and out of tune.

He vaguely remembered that the little girl seemed to have moved back and forth many times last night, but his eyelids seemed to be covered with a layer of glue and he couldn't open them.

"Do you want a drink of water?"

The thin, hoarse voice was filled with deep fatigue. Looking in the direction of the voice, Jiang Ruoli was lying on the desk, still wearing the same pajamas from last night, which were wrinkled and in a mess. Her hair seemed to be even messier, with a few strands sticking up unruly, which was completely different from her usual exquisite appearance.

The man stared at him with burning eyes, opened his mouth but said nothing.

Jiang Ruoli got up quickly. Perhaps because she hadn't slept all night, she felt dizzy due to lack of blood supply to her head when she stood up so suddenly. She grabbed the corner of the table.

He slowed down and trotted to the bed.

"Here, the water is warm, just right."

Knowing that the mouth will be dry and bitter when you have a fever, she prepared a thermos cup in advance.

Jiang Ruoli squatted beside the bed, raised her head and looked at Pei Zigui, but the latter did not drink the water for a long time. Instead, he raised his hand and rubbed her head, pressing down the two disobedient tufts of hair.

"Didn't you sleep well last night? Is it hard to take care of me?"

There were obvious red bloodshot under her eyes, and even faint dark circles under her eyes. Normally, these two things would never appear on Jiang Ruoli's face.

"My hands are so sore, drink some water first."

The soft and delicate voice seemed to have returned to her familiar style of being a spoiled child. Pei Zigui was unconsciously diverted to the topic by her and took the cup from her hand.

Beep - the thermometer gun made a sound and the screen showed 37.2 degrees. Although it was still a low fever, the temperature had returned to normal.

He is indeed a strong man. The fever went away after just one night. If it were her, it would have lasted at least two or three days.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the careful care of the kind-hearted Mr. Jiang!

Jiang Ruoli's heart finally settled down, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she began to feel sleepy. She threw the temperature gun away and went straight into bed.

"I'm so sleepy, good night."

Never mind. Assistant Mott should be here soon anyway.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ruoli showed Pei Zigui the meaning of the word "fall asleep in seconds".

"Thank you for your hard work, baby."

Pei Zigui covered her with the quilt, bent down, and kissed the woman's forehead with great tenderness.

The small desk lamp on the desk was still on. It was already light outside, and the faint yellow light was hard to detect. A tall figure in black pajamas slowly walked to the desk, and a small stack of handwritten Buddhist scriptures came into view. The delicate small characters were obviously written by a woman.

There were only him and Jiang Ruoli in the room, and the only possibility was growing in the man's mind.

She copied Buddhist scriptures for him all night.

When this thought popped up, Pei Zigui's eyes instantly overflowed with indescribable deep emotions, and his expressionless face was gradually replaced by a tenderness that almost drowned people.

He didn't know when his pen fell on the carpet, and he seemed to see a scene in front of him of a little girl dozing off and copying Buddhist scriptures, and the pen at her fingertips quietly fell off as her consciousness faded.

Pei Zigui chuckled, a deliberately suppressed sound coming from deep in his throat, filled with joy and a hint of imperceptible heartache.

The Buddhist scripture at the top had not been copied completely, probably because the little girl was too sleepy. The man bent down to pick up the pen on the ground, and took his place as his little wife, sitting in the position where she had sat all night.

He frowned, put pen to paper, and completed the Buddhist scriptures.