Married to the Male Lead’s Brother

The room is very quiet.

Next to him, the male carer was sleepy and closed his eyes to rest.

Ning Zhi leaned down and gently lifted the bangs that covered Lu Jue's forehead with his fingertips.

The next second, he opened his eyes suddenly.

Ning Zhi's fingertips paused, and she met Lu Jue's blank and dark eyes. She was a little surprised, "Lu Jue."

Lu Jue did not answer, nor looked at her. He looked at the ceiling quietly, motionless.

Lu Jue is now in a much more serious condition than when Ning Zhi just wore it.

Ning Zhi didn't take her hand back, she gently helped Lu Jue lift his bangs on the sides, revealing his clear brows, and she met his eyes.

In the next instant, with a "pop", Ning Zhi's hand was slapped away by Lu Jue.

Lu Jue's strength was loud and his voice was loud, and the back of Ningzhi's hand immediately turned red, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared.

After sitting up, he did not look at Ningzhi or let Ningzhi touch. The bangs on his forehead dropped down and covered his eyes again. He lowered his head and sat quietly, as if he could not hear the sounds around him. To the people around.

"Lu Jue." Ning Zhi wanted to get close to him, but he had already turned around and turned his back to her.

Ning Zhi stood behind Lu Jue, she felt that Lu Jue might not know her now.

After all, it was another time and space for her now. Here, without her, Lu Jue would not have been cured. He would die as described in the book.

"Lu Jue, do you know me?" Ning Zhi asked him.

Lu Jue, who was facing her back, did not react.

Ning Zhi's eyes darkened, no wonder the Overlord said that this task was difficult.

She tried, touching his hand carefully, her fingertips touched, and he didn't shake it away.

Ning Zhi's eyes were filled with joy, her fingertips hooked his fingertips, little by little, she held his hand.

She realized that Lu Jue's hands were cold, and his fingers and palms were scarred.

"Lu Jue." Lu Jue's hand was bigger than Ning knew, her fingertips pierced between his fingers, and she held it with her ten fingers.

Ning Zhi held his hand, pressed it against her face, and rubbed it gently, "Sorry, I'm late."

This time, she came too late.

Ning Zhi's face was smooth, white and tender, soft and full of elasticity. As soon as Lu Jue touched it, he pulled his hand back in fright.

Ning Zhi stood in front of him with a soft voice to the extreme, softly coaxing him, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Lu Jue lowered his head and said nothing.

He got off the bed and just landed, the male carer next to him woke up suddenly, "Master Lu Jue."

Lu Jue lowered his head. He didn't wear any shoes. He stepped barefoot on the dark gray carpet, walked towards the corner, and his tall body slowly squatted down.

Obviously, the male nurse was used to Lu Jue's behavior. He didn't stop it and continued to sit and watch. His main job was to look after Lu Jue, not to let Lu Jue hurt himself, and to instruct him to take medicine.

Ning Zhi followed along, she learned from Lu Jue and squatted down in front of him.

She glanced at her surroundings. The walls on all sides were covered with beige and thick soft packs to prevent Lu Jue's head from being injured when she hit the wall. Even the corners were pasted without gaps.

Lu Jue squatted quietly. He lowered his head and covered his eyes with bangs. Ning Zhi couldn't see his expression at all.

Ning Zhi stayed with him quietly for a while, trying with his hands, and again gently resting on the back of his hands on his knees, he didn't notice.

Ning Zhi didn't make a sound, she just did this, laying gently, waiting for him to adapt.

The room was very quiet, and the male nurse yawned boredly, and sometimes looked at his mobile phone.

I don't know how long it took, Ning Zhi squatted so hard that she let go of her hand on the back of Lu Jue's hand, and wanted to stand up and walk.

The warm and soft touch disappeared, Lu Jue manually moved, hooking Ning Zhi's fingertips.

"Lu Jue?" Ning Zhi was pleasantly surprised.

Lu Jue didn't answer, his lips pressed tightly.

Ning Zhi simply sat down beside Lu Jue, put his hand back, and continued to put it on the back of Lu Jue's hand, "Do you like this?"

Lu Jue did not respond, nor refused.

There was joy in Ning Zhi's eyes, as long as he didn't reject her.

Ning Zhi saw the calendar on the desktop, and now on the 10th, Bawang gave her a reminder that Lu Jue had killed himself on the 13th, only three days have passed.

As long as it is guaranteed that Lu Jue is fine within these three days, her mission will be considered a success.

Ning Zhi was meditating. She planned to stay with Lu Jue for three days and guard him firmly.

At this moment, Lu Jue suddenly withdrew his hand. He raised his head and leaned back, hitting the back of his head against the wall. Even though the wall was covered with a soft sponge bag, he still made a "boom, boom" sound.

Ning Zhi was so frightened that he immediately reached out to stop him, "Lu Jue, don't hit him."

However, Lu Jue reached out and pushed her away.

Ning Zhi was unprepared, and she was pushed to the ground, lying sideways on the ground, she subconsciously groaned painfully.

As far as her invisible state is concerned, the pain is only a moment, and the pain disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Lu Jue was stunned. He raised his eyes and stared blankly at Ning Zhi who had fallen to the ground. He realized that he had hurt her.

The male nurse walked over quickly, "Master Lu Jue."

He originally wanted to stop Lu Jue from bumping his head, but the other party suddenly stopped. The male carer was a little surprised. It usually takes him a long time to stop Lu Jue from harming himself.

Ning Zhi sat up, her body didn't hurt, but she felt uncomfortable, and now Lu Jue didn't know her.

She sniffed deliberately, she stretched out her white tender and smooth hand and held it under Lu Jue's eyes, "It hurts, you hurt me."

Lu Jue's lips tightened, his eyes flapped slightly, but he didn't move.

"It hurts, I don't know if my bones are broken." Ning Zhi moved to Lu Jue, sat back beside him, sobbed pitifully, his hands kept under Lu Jue's eyes.

"Lu Jue, my hand hurts."

Her hand dangled deliberately under his eyes, "It must have been broken."

Lu Jueqiao's long eyelashes trembled. Right now, the girl's hands were white and tender, her fingertips glowing with light pink, and there was no red mark.

Lu Jue raised his eyes and glanced at Ning Zhi quickly, touching her lost gaze, he pursed his lips.

After a while, he lowered his head to her hand and exhaled softly.

The warm breath fell on the palm of her palm, Ning Zhi was stunned, then she smiled and curled her eyes.

"It's still painful, you call again." Ning Zhi coaxed.

Lu Jue took a quick look at her again, and blew gently into the palm of her hand. Then, he turned his head and didn't want to blow.

Ning Zhi retracted her hand, her eyes lightened up: "Thank you, I don't hurt anymore."

No matter when Lu Jue, he always reacted to her.

At night, Ning Zhi discovered that after Lu Jue had taken a bath, he lay on the bed with his wet hair. The male carer beside him did not stop him, as if he had been used to Lu Jue's state.

The wet bangs tucked into his forehead, revealing Lu Jue's eyebrows.

It might be the reason why Lu Jue didn't go out all the time. Lu Jue's complexion was sickly pale, and his eyes became darker and darker.

"Lu Jue, you can't sleep with your hair wet, you have to dry your hair." Ning Zhi saw that Lu Jue's pillow was instantly wetted by the water on the back of his head.

Lu Jue closed his eyes, and his thin eyes were pale.

After a while, Ning Zhi took advantage of the time when the male carer went to the bathroom, and she consumed the little sun in exchange for time to touch the real thing. She found a dry towel to help Lu Jue wipe his hair.

She lifted all his bangs back, revealing Lu Jue's smooth forehead. Ning Zhi found that he had lost a lot of weight, and his eyebrows had become deeper.

Ning Zhi's movements were very light, so he could only wipe him casually. Lu Jue hated the sound of the hair dryer. He never blows his hair.

Suddenly, Ning Zhi's hand was held by the big cold hand, and she met Lu Jue's dark, blank eyes.

"I will wipe your hair for you. If you sleep with your hair wet, you will catch a cold and your head will hurt." Ning Zhi told him in a low voice.

Lu Jue blinked, he stared at her blankly, for a while, he took the towel in Ning Zhi's hand, and then threw it away!

He doesn't like to wipe his hair.

After throwing away the towel, Lu Jue closed his eyes, turned his back to Ning Zhi, and continued to sleep.

Ning Zhi knew how difficult it was for Lu Jue to cope now.

The night is getting thicker, and the surrounding area is quiet.

The male carer wanted to guard Lu Jue, so he stayed in the room all the time, sitting on the sofa, and sleeping on the sofa when he was very sleepy.

Ning Zhi no longer had a place to sleep, she went directly to bed and lay down behind Lu Jue.

She approached him little by little, almost touching his back. In the blink of an eye, Lu Jue suddenly turned around, facing Ning Zhi, her eyes rounded in surprise.

Lu Jue looked at her quietly.

At such a close distance, under the light, Ning Zhi could see that the red marks on Lu Jue's left face became clearer. It may be that the wound was a little white because he was soaked in water while taking a bath.

Ning Zhi felt heartache when he saw it, and scratched his face with three red marks. How painful did it hurt? But Lu Jue didn't notice it.

Meeting his quiet and blank gaze, Ning Zhi leaned close to him, and his soft lips lightly fell on the red mark on Lu Jue's left cheek.

Just a light touch, Ning Zhi backed away, she said softly: "Hurry up, don't hurt such a handsome face anymore."

The hair on his forehead was messed up by her just now, and his pale face was still covered with red marks, and his thin lips were white, like a little pitiful, but his heart was soft and soft.

"Go to sleep, I won't bother you." Ning Zhi stretched out his hand and smoothed his messy bangs. It was too long, and she wanted to cut it off for him.

The corners of Lu Jue's lips tightened.

The kissed place on his face was a little itchy, and it was a little hot. For a while, Ning Zhi didn't see it, his dark eyes were a little bright.