Chapter 412: Chapter 401: How Could There Be a Sudden Fever Chapter 412: Chapter 401: How Could There Be a Sudden Fever The two little ones only then dared to turn their heads around, and upon seeing Zhan Qipei leave, they simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.

Qiao Jing watched the little chests of the two little ones heave at the same time and couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Are you really not going to sleep in the bed?”

Pingping solemnly nodded, sliding out from Qiao Jing’s embrace and sitting properly on the sofa.

“Mmm, no need to trouble you, Sister,” Pingping said.

Anan also nodded, a touch of reluctance to leave Qiao Jing’s embrace, and sat down next to Pingping.

She blinked her big eyes, gazing at Qiao Jing with a happy smile on her face.

“Thank you, Sister. What’s your name? When my brother and I earn money later, can we come back and treat you to a meal?” Anan asked.

Qiao Jing reached out to ruffle their heads and stood up.

“My name is Qiao Jing. Just sit here and wait for me,” she said.

She needed to settle the two little ones quickly, as she still had to attend the academic exchange the next day and had to prepare some things for it.

Pingping and Anan murmured their assent and continued sitting on the sofa.

Qiao Jing returned to her room to find two quilts. Just as she re-entered the living room, she overheard the conversation between the two little ones.

“Brother, am I dreaming? Suddenly, I don’t want to wake up; if I do, I won’t see Sister Qiao anymore,” Pingping’s childish voice was heard saying.

“Look at the wound on my body; it’s still there, and it hurts a lot. It’s not a dream. I don’t want to leave Sister Qiao either,” Pingping added.

Hearing the little ones’ conversation, Qiao Jing paused in her action of holding the quilts, feeling an inexplicable touch in her heart.

She stood in place for a few seconds, then walked over to the sofa, laid the quilts on it, and made the sofa up for the little ones.

“If you’re sleepy, you can sleep. I have some things to take care of,” she said.

She took out some packets of biscuits and two bottles of mineral water from the drawer and placed them on the table.

“If you get hungry at night, eat some biscuits. If you’re still hungry, come knock on my room door,” she instructed.

Pingping obediently nodded and lay down on the sofa with Anan, covering themselves with the quilts.

little ones even covered their

two little ones behaving so well, Qiao Jing finally eased her mind and returned to her room to start preparing

The next morning dawned.

the kitchen, she noticed Zhan Qipei already

direction and headed to

Anan was

couldn’t see her, Qiao Jing was just about to greet them

glancing towards the kitchen and repeatedly reaching

few steps towards the kitchen, then pulled

face, Qiao Jing had an ominous premonition

to go into the kitchen, likely because Zhan Qipei

ask what was wrong, Anan’s eyes lit up the moment she

nearly crying, tears swirling in her eyes, and

hot. Is he running a

Pingping’s forehead and felt

fetched the medical box, took out the thermometer

Pingping not cover himself properly with the quilt last night? How could he have suddenly

been well covered with quilts on the sofa, so how could Pingping have come down

her small hands tightly clasped together, her face

you cover yourself well

out in cold sweat as he frowned deeply, feeling someone touching him and starting to

that it was Qiao Jing in front

turned even redder, and his tender

“Sister Qiao…”

his own hoarse voice,

running a

hummed in response. She remembered the wound on Pingping’s hand and carefully took his hands out from under

on his hand seemed a bit peculiar, with several spots showing signs of wear, and even the sleeves of Pingping’s

the clothes and quickly prepared

that the biscuits and bottled water were still unopened on the

something before

saying that, she glanced at the

seven-thirty in the

start at eight-thirty, giving her

up by himself, and had a simple

“Thank you, Sister!”

handed the fever-reducing medicine to

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