Shen Wanqing came and sat by Pei Xi's bed.
As she spoke, she reached out and touched the young man's forehead. It was not very hot.
Pei Ximian lay weakly on the bed, with a delicate and beautiful face pale. The eyelashes hang aimlessly, and the thin and beautiful lips are also very pale, without a trace of blood color.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice began slowly: "I'm fine, but I accidentally knocked on the table when I went downstairs to pour water."
"... maybe it's because I'm ill. My body has become delicate. I can't bear the pain." the young man laughed at himself slowly with a hoarse voice.
Listening to the young man's self mockery, Shen Wanqing couldn't help frowning slightly.
Without saying a word, she patted Pei Ximian on the cheek. "It's delicate. It's all my pet."
The pale and emaciated cheeks are patted by women. The strength is not heavy. It's just a meaning.
Pei Ximian couldn't help smiling, and the pale corners of his lips were blooming with a shallow smile.
He leaned over and rubbed his cheek against the woman's delicate palm, "yes... Everything is because of my sister..."
"Mian Mian, I really love my sister so much that I can't extricate myself."
The young man's tone was a little sorry: "unfortunately, he didn't get well with his cold now. If he wasn't worried about infecting his sister, Mianmian would thank her."
Hearing the speech, Shen Wanqing hissed softly and pinched Pei Ximian's cheek: "don't say these coquettish words to me. Look at your weak body now. Be careful that I won't want you at that time!"
Pei Ximian smiled gently. His beautiful black eyes were gentle. He said, "my sister won't."
"Lie down and have a good rest. I'll cook for you. After dinner, take medicine and rest for one night, you'll be fine tomorrow."
Shen Wanqing rubbed the young man's soft black hair and left.
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After dinner, Pei Ximian accompanied Shen Wanqing to sit on the sofa and watch TV.
The young man on his side hugged her waist and leaned on her shoulder. Pei Ximian's eyes flashed coldly from the TV. He suddenly remembered the news he saw on the microblog after waking up today. Pei Ximian's eyes were slightly dark.
Pei Ximian slightly sipped his lips and whispered, "Qingqing, thank you."
"Huh?"
Shen Wanqing stared intently at the big ears on TV. He hadn't reflected what Pei Ximian meant a second ago.
When Shen Wanqing reacted one second later, she replied coldly, "nothing."
"... how did you collect the evidence?" Pei Ximian held Shen Wanqing like a soft doll.
He always wanted to collect evidence to avenge his mother, but the time was too long.
In the past, there was no mobile phone, so the process of Shaoyong's domestic violence could not be recorded and sent to the police as evidence. Although the body will be injured to varying degrees every time, there is no money at home and you can't go to the hospital to issue a certificate.
Later, after the college entrance examination three years ago, his mother committed suicide. At that time, his mood collapsed and he missed the best time to look for evidence.
Shen Wanqing's eyes were watching TV, but he raised his hand and rubbed Pei Ximian's hair. The action was so soft and reassuring that Pei Ximian's uneasy heart settled down.
"Some improper means have been taken. Don't care about the process. Just care about the result."
What happened three years ago was really not easy to check, and all the evidence disappeared with time. Moreover, Shao Yong is not a fool. He can't commit domestic violence in front of the neighbors in the community. At most, it's the noise in the middle of the night to let the neighbors know.