Chapter 199 Sure enough, watching too much can hurt your body
Because I couldn't sleep well and the air conditioner was turned on too low, Yun Shuqian caught a cold...
When the alarm clock rang, she felt dizzy and stayed in bed, unwilling to get up. She fumbled to turn off the alarm on her phone.
My throat also hurts a bit, as if I had been tortured all night.
Breathing was also somewhat difficult. The left nostril was blocked, so she lay on her right side. After lying there for a while, the left nostril gradually became unblocked, but the right nostril was blocked again.
My eyelids have become very heavy, my whole body feels a little sore, and I feel drowsy. The air conditioner has not been turned off until this morning, and the cold wind is still blowing.
After a while, Yun Shuqian sat up from the bed. She didn't sleep well last night and had some symptoms of a cold. She felt a little dizzy.
Thinking that Song Jiamu would come to bring her breakfast later, Yun Shuqian cheered up, put the other quilt back into the cabinet, got up, changed her clothes, brushed her teeth and washed her face.
She did go to bed late today, and she had just prepared to wash her face when the doorbell rang.
Song Jiamu only rang the doorbell because Uncle Yun and Aunt Xu were back, and they probably weren't awake at this time. He was afraid of waking them up. After all, he only brought two breakfasts.
After waiting for a while, the door opened.
Song Jiamu was stunned when he saw Yun Shuqian's appearance.
"Did you miss me all night last night? Why do you look so haggard and listless?"
After all, the girl has a tender face and is usually in good condition, so her slightly decadent look can be easily seen.
"Get out of here, I seem to have a cold."
"No, is it very uncomfortable?"
Hearing that she said she had a cold, Song Jiamu also frowned, stretched out his hand, and put the back of his hand on her forehead. There was no fever at all. Maybe it was because he had just finished exercising and his hands were relatively warm?
When he was doing this action, Yun Shuqian stood obediently.
Whenever she caught a cold when she was a child, her parents would touch her forehead like this, and Song Jiamu would touch her forehead like this, but he was a little kid and didn't understand what she would feel when touched like this.
However, his gesture of touching his forehead still made Yun Shuqian feel quite warm.
"Oh, your hands are all sweaty and you wiped them on my face..."
"Fortunately, there is no fever. How do you feel now?" Song Jiamu observed her condition carefully.
"My nose is blocked, my throat hurts a little, and I feel a little sleepy."
"I heard that your voice was also irritating. Maybe it was because you were out in the sun while fishing yesterday? Did your air conditioner blow too much coldness last night?"
"...No, I don't know."
"Then do you want to take a day off to rest? I'll talk to the counselor for you."
"No, I'm the squad leader. Why should I take leave because I have a cold?"
"Okay, then wait for me."
Song Jiamu gave her breakfast and quickly returned home.
Yun Shuqian didn't know why he went there, but she seemed much better after catching a cold. She was waiting at the door with breakfast and looked curiously at his house.
A few minutes later, Song Jiamu came out with two boxes of medicine and several packets of granules, and a thermometer gun in his hand.
Every year, he ran out with him again and again.
"Put your hands up, don't move." Song Jiamu pointed the thermometer at her.
"Childish ghost." Yun Shuqian couldn't help but smile.
There was a sound of dripping.
"Thirty-six degrees nine, okay, no fever."
"I want to give you a drop too."
As expected, this woman's desire for revenge should not be underestimated, so Song Jiamu had no choice but to give her the gun and then raise his hand.
Yun Shuqian made a loud noise with her mouth and pressed the thermometer.
"Thirty-seven degrees, Song Jiamu, you have a fever!"
"I just finished exercising, idiot."
"Meow."
Nian Nian said that it would also need to be shot.
Yun Shuqian squatted down and raised his gun to drip it.
"Eh? It's undetectable."
"Every year it is fluffy, you have to test its ears."
There was a sound of dripping.
"Thirty-eight degrees, I have a fever every year!"
"It should be the normal temperature."
Seeing that Yun Shuqian had no fever, Song Jiamu felt relieved and gave her the medicine in his hand.
"I usually take these and they are very effective when I have a cold. After breakfast, I will make a cup of this granule and then take two tablets. It is very effective for nasal congestion and sore throat. Take it three times a day. You can put it in your schoolbag."
"I know, I'm not a child, I can read it myself."
Yun Shuqian said this, but her heart felt sweet.
Although she also had cold medicine at home, she just felt that the cold medicine Song Jiamu gave her would be more effective. She was a little sluggish at first, but now she is more energetic.
"Then you go and wash your face and have breakfast. I'll go back and take a shower first. I really don't need to ask for leave?"
"No, you're so long-winded..."
"Well, it seems that someone did get sick because he missed me so much last night, tsk tsk."
Song Jiamu wanted to speak, but Yun Shuqian had already closed the door.
After putting breakfast away, she went to the bathroom to wash her face and comb her hair.
After washing my face, I felt much better, but one of my nostrils was still annoyingly blocked, which was why I felt so energetic.
His appetite was slightly affected, but after all, it was the breakfast he brought, so Yun Shuqian still finished it obediently.
Then according to his instructions, I took the medicine, put the remaining medicine in my bag, packed it up, and waited for him to come over and go to class together.
The doorbell rang, and she ran over and opened the door, then closed the door, stood in front of him, and looked up at him.
"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"Miss Yun, who has a cold, looks much softer than usual."
Yun Shuqian clenched her fists and threatened him intimidatingly.
Song Jiamu was not afraid at all, and even grabbed her little hand and said, "Do you want to kiss me?"
"No, I have a cold. Be careful of passing it on to you."
"Isn't this just right? We catch a cold together. I heard that among young lovers, if one catches a cold, the other will catch a cold soon."
"You are not afraid?"
"I just want to be kissed by you once, or as many times as I want."
Song Jiamu said, holding her hands, lowering his head, tilting his head, and resting his lips on hers sensibly.
Sure enough, the childish Song Zhutou can only do childish things. Just like when he was a child, if one of them catches a cold, the other one also needs to catch a cold. This is the best way in the world to catch a cold together.
The greatest tenderness among human beings is not that when you are feeling uncomfortable, I stand on a high place and sympathize with your pain, but that I feel your mood and feel the same pain as you.
His palms were broad and warm, holding her slightly cold hands. Yun Shuqian's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. His breath blew against her lips. Because one of her noses was blocked, her breathing became softer.
"Kiss me." he said again.
"No." Yun Shuqian was afraid that breathing would also infect him, so she held her breath.
Just when she was about to withdraw her little hand, Song Jiamu suddenly squeezed her hand hard, and his lips quickly moved towards hers.
At the moment of this soft contact with each other, Yun Shuqian's eyes widened, his blocked nose became unblocked, and his chaotic mind became clear, and then fell into another layer of pink chaos.
This pouting was initiated by Song Jiamu, and he kissed her for ten seconds.
It wasn't until the girl's pretty face turned red and she stepped on him that he finally let her go.
"You're crazy! You're still at the door!"
Yun Shuqian lowered her voice, her heart beating wildly. This was the first time Song Jiamu had so boldly penetrated her boss's mouth.
Needless to say, this was completely different from when she usually took the initiative to kiss him. Because it was a bit unexpected, the rhythm was in his hands. He felt an irresistible preference and kept drilling into her body.
"Run, run, there's no time to explain."
Song Jiamu pulled her and ran to the elevator in a hurry. The embarrassed girl pinched him angrily.
"Why is my cold still so strong..."
Song Jiamu took out the thermometer gun from his bag and measured her temperature again.
"It's bad, I really have a fever now, it's thirty-seven degrees two."
"You still have the nerve to say it!"
Yun Shuqian snatched the thermometer gun from his hand and took his temperature.
"Okay, now you also have a fever, thirty-seven degrees two."
"...I don't have a fever. It seems that what the book says is right. The heartbeat temperature is 37 degrees 2, which means 10,000 hormones explode."
"My heart beats you, pig head, pig head."
After going downstairs and riding the electric bike, Yun Shuqian hugged his waist and hugged him with her whole body.
When you catch a cold, you will feel inexplicably depressed, especially if there is no one else at home. Yun Shuqian has also had colds several times in the past few years, but this time it is extraordinarily different. Instead of feeling depressed, Song Jiamu actually made him feel depressed.
It's warm.
When she pressed her whole body behind him and hugged him, feeling his body temperature, she felt inexplicably comfortable.
This comfort can cover up cold symptoms caused by blocked noses and sore throats.
Although the occasional surge of hormones and adrenaline can make people temporarily forget about colds, unfortunately colds still happen.
Song Jiamu originally hoped that the medicine he gave her and the sweet kiss would have quick effects, but it didn't seem like that would be a good thing.
Classes were full on Monday morning. During the first two classes, she was quite energetic. However, starting from the last two classes, the girl's cold symptoms gradually became obvious. She began to sneeze, cough occasionally, and her eyes became a little sleepy. Haha
Xiuha dazedly wiped her nose with a tissue.
There were many people in the classroom, so she was embarrassed to wipe her nose loudly, so she covered her nose with a tissue and wiped her nose with an almost inaudible sound. After wiping, she quickly clenched the tissue into a small ball and put it into a small plastic bag.
After a while, the tip of her tender nose turned a little crimson.
She somewhat missed Song Jiamu's warm and thick embrace, but now that she was in the classroom, she didn't dare to throw herself into his arms. Occasionally, after wiping her nose, she would look at him with some resentful eyes.
Well, Yun Shuqian looks a little pitiful at this time, but I have to admit that this is the time when she is most girlish, gentle and well-behaved.
"Caiyi, why do you have a cold too?"
"Ah sneeze...! Forget it, I was editing the film until midnight last night and fell asleep on the table. I guess the air conditioner was blowing. How about you?"
"I think the air conditioner is probably blowing the air when I read until midnight, sneeze!"