Bo Jingxing raised his hand and lifted the sweaty hair on her forehead, trying to make her feel more comfortable, and comforted her: "It's okay, you just don't adapt to the temperature here, and you're just sick due to stress."

A similar statement was that when Qin Yiren was studying at the Medical University, he once heard from a professor.

It is inevitable that you will not get used to it for a while, and it is indeed not a problem.

Taking advantage of the time they were talking.

The doctor named Jason fiddled with the needle tube, and the needle tip with a cold light pierced the skin on her arm, and a colorless and transparent potion was injected into her body.

The medicine looks ordinary, but it is very irritating.

Qin Yiren shrank in pain, and vaguely felt that she was so hot that she was slowly melting like a snow lion facing the sun. She couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "What is my body temperature now?"

"I just checked it, it's currently thirty-eight degrees and seven."

Bo Jingxing held her hand and felt pity for her to bear the pain: "Don't be afraid, Jason injected you with useless antipyretics in China. There is no resistance in your body. It will take effect quickly and will soon be

Reduce fever.”

Qin Yiren listened in a daze, and was not in the mood to experience Bo Jingxing's gentleness. There were an upsetting buzzing sounds in his ears, which were all side effects caused by high fever.

Gently push the Bo Jingxing away.

She lay softly back into the quilt, and said hoarsely: "I'm so tired, let me sleep for a while."

"Okay, wait."

Bo Jingxing rubbed her hair and stood up to see the doctor leave.

Qin Yiren was so energetic that she watched Bo Jingxing return without understanding, opened the wardrobe in the room, and took out the bedding that had not been opened.

Bent over and carried her to the sofa.

Bo Jingxing changed the quilt that was sweating on the bed, went to the bathroom to turn on the water, returned to her again, and said in a warm voice: "Xiaoqian, I know you have no appetite, but in order to recover early, you have to eat something to absorb nutrients.

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Qin Yiren looked up at him, his heart beating heavily in his chest, his eyes were soft and lifeless, and his pale face was particularly fragile.

Understand the meaning of Bo Jingxing by half a beat slow.

Her throat was so dry that she felt like there was a fire in her heart. She felt very tired if she wanted to speak, and shook her head dizzyly.

I just experienced those uncontrollable things.

Even if she is not sick, she has no appetite.

"Xiaoqian." Bo Jingxing frowned with a beautiful look. He opened the small refrigerator in the room, took her a bottle of warm juice, inserted it into a straw and sent it to her, "Nothing is more important than your health now, don't choose

Is it okay to have a quarrel with me at this time?"

Her pain and resistance seemed to him to describe it as a painless and unrestrained awkwardness.

The slender eyelashes trembled, and Qin Yiren silently bit the straw.

The sweet juice moistened her thirsty throat, and her voice was no longer as hoarse as she spoke: "I'm not having a quarrel with you, I really have no appetite."

Without any last resort, she would not be so stupid as to joke with her life.

Now she is no longer an adopted daughter of the Huang family, but a family who loves her and Baoer who needs her. She still has a lot to do, how can she think about it?

"...Okay." Bo Jingxing didn't want to argue with her, and continued to say as if coaxing and comforting: "Then you should at least take a hot shower, change into comfortable clothes, and eat when you wake up, okay?"

Qin Yiren listened dejectedly, understanding that his arrangement was correct, and stood up shakingly with his weak body.

"careful!"

It seemed that she was about to fall down the next moment.

Bo Jingxing quickly took her into her arms and complained in a doting manner: "I'm still going to show off when I'm sick, so I'll help you."

Qin Yiren was so sick that his thinking slowed down a few beats, but he couldn't understand what he meant immediately.

Just when she was slightly stunned.

Bo Jingxing had already picked her up horizontally and took her directly into the bathroom, asking her to stand up with the wall, and gently lifted her clothes on her shoulders with her slender fingers.

Because of the fever, her porcelain white skin was stained with a light blush, and it was hot and had a distinct heat.

Bo Jingxing's fingers were very cold, and it was not light or heavy on her shoulders, which made her come to her senses suddenly. She opened her eyes wide as if she was frightened, hugged her almost slipping clothes, and said stutteringly:

"I, I'll do it myself."

If she used to be more traditional, she wanted to leave the best moment after marriage.

So now, after experiencing these things, she no longer wants to have a skin-friendly relationship with Bo Jingxing, at least she doesn't want to.

Listening to her panicked rejection.

Bo Jingxing's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, stood there without leaving, and said gently: "Xiaoqian, I have asked someone to prepare for your and my wedding. You are about to become my wife, and I just want to take care of you who are sick.

, What's the problem?"

Qin Yiren looked at the cold wall in front of her and couldn't give a reply in silence.

According to Bo Jingxing, the unmarried couple who are about to get married should certainly not have such concerns, but she is not ready to get married at all.

"Jingxing."

She had to soften her tone. She looked back at the handsome and elegant man and said carefully: "I can do it myself. I don't want to bother you, and I'm very embarrassed..."

"I don't find it troublesome."

Undoubtedly interrupt her.

Bo Jingxing looked at the folded bath towel sideways, shook it away and handed it to her, and asked patiently: "Is this OK?"

Qin Yiren took the bath towel, surrounded her body carefully, and nodded gently: "Yes."

After saying that.

Bo Jingxing took off her clothes personally because she was covered by a bath towel, even if she was alone and a widowed man and a woman, she could not see any ambiguity.

The hanging heart fell.

Qin Yiren thanked her in a hoarse voice, and slowly lay down into the bathtub with Bo Jingxing. The warm water washed away the sticky cold sweat on her body, making her squint her eyes comfortably.

Bo Jingxing lowered his eyes and looked at her for a moment, leaving the bathroom briefly.

Watching the man's slender figure leave.

Qin Yiren really relaxed, weakly sinking in the bathtub, sore sore all over his body that he didn't even want to move his fingers. His mind silently sorted out the information he collected from the guests before he fell asleep.

first.

Bo Jingxing took her to a tropical country, which is a resort island affiliated to that country.

The island is full of rich people and celebrities. The beautiful scenery is valuable. Almost all residents come for vacation and there are different banquets almost every day.

The necessary daily necessities are airdropped by a dedicated person, contacting the outside world with satellite phone calls, and leaving secretly is unrealistic.

Thinking of this.

Qin Yiren's brain was completely out of order. The most urgent task was to cure the disease. He had to think carefully about other things and act cautiously.
Chapter completed!