Chapter 125

Translator: Kanku

Proofreader/editor: Cheese

The Film King’s Hidden Marriage (33)

Bai Weiwei immediately walked over and saw He Poan in so much pain his forehead was covered in sweat and his muscles were twitching.

It seemed like he was about to fall unconscious.

“He Poan?” Bai Weiwei reached out and touched his face covered in cold sweat.

She frowned and immediately ran to get the medicine and a cup of warm water. She then reached out and supported his head in an attempt to have him swallow the pills.

But He Poan did not appreciate her efforts. He groaned and said: “It hurts, I’m in pain…”

Bai Weiwei’s face was reluctant, and she sighed, “Do you have to do this to keep me from leaving?”

He Poan, as though he just seen her come in, gritted his teeth and said, “Why haven’t you left? I don’t want you to take care of me.”

The softness in Bai Weiwei’s eyes dissipated. She was silent for two seconds before letting go of him and turning away.

He Poan was stunned and his heart panicked. He immediately reached out and grabbed her clothes.

Bai Weiwei did not look back. “Let go. I’m leaving.”

He Poan was uncomfortable. Why didn’t she coax him? His stomach hurts, ah.

His grip was strong and his tone was tough, but it held a few indiscernible pleas, “Don’t go…”

Bai Weiwei hesitated, seemingly struggling before she gave up and finally turned back.

She turned around and bent down to give the medicine to him. “Take the pill.”

He Poan immediately stretched out his tongue and ate the medicine.

The warm contact made the two people tremble at the same time.

【Ding, the male lead’s favorability has increased to 55.】

Bai Weiwei’s cheeks were stained red from blushing. She fed him water and then covered him with a blanket.

“You should rest.” Bai Weiwei coaxed softly.

“Are you leaving?” He Poan asked anxiously.

Bai Weiwei hesitated for a few seconds before she replied, “I’ll leave later.”

He Poan was relieved, barely able to feign indifference, “Whatever you’re fine with. You can stay as long as you’d like.”

With the drugs taking effect, He Poan’s face was looking better. Every time he had a stomach ache, he would feel particularly tired. Obviously his eyelids were fighting to close, yet he still couldn’t help but squint and look at her from time to time.

Bai Weiwei sat quietly beside him, with no expression on her face.

When the sunset glow came through the window, it brought a few soft rays of light to her face.

The two stayed together quietly.

There was a kind of gentle and peaceful atmosphere.

He Poan felt at ease and fell asleep.

He didn’t know how long he slept. Hearing the sound of the door closing, he opened his eyes, only to find that Bai Weiwei did not leave. Instead, she walked in through the door.

Had she just left? He must have slept like he was dead, unaware of anything happening around him.

He Poan was shocked by a cold sweat. He stabilized his emotions. Afraid that Bai Weiwei would see that he was out of control, he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Bai Weiwei put something on the table, then she walked towards him.

“Poan?” She quietly whispered.

The sound was clear and surprisingly nice.

He Poan continued to sleep.

Suddenly, her hand touched his face.

If he hadn’t been used to acting, his muscles would have twitched.

Her hand touched his eyes gently and meticulously, the strength of her fingertips as light as a feather.

Full of cherished feelings.

He was like a treasure in her hand.

“If only you grew up.” Bai Weiwei’s fingers slid gently across his lips, sounding somewhat self-mocking.

Grew up?

He Poan sneered in his heart. Was he still not big enough?