Occasionally, Song Jiamu would wonder, if he changed into a nurse's uniform now, would Yun Shuqian, a patient, make more strange requests to him?
Respecting the patient's wishes, Song Jiamu stood up and walked to the door, first listened to the movement outside the door, and then gently locked the door.
The sickly girl was lying on the bed, with a pair of big eyes looking at him from the side of the quilt, her little face naturally blushing due to the low-grade fever.
"Is it locked..."
"locked."
"I'm a little cold, a little sleepy, and my head is a little dizzy..." Yun Shuqian moved restlessly under the quilt.
"I won't feel cold if I hold you."
"good……"
The restless girl immediately became obedient and took the initiative to sit up on the bed. The quilt slipped from her shoulders. She was wearing beige pajamas. Maybe she had been covered in the quilt for a long time, and the white and tender skin of her arms was also a little red.
Song Jiamu sat down beside her bed, and she opened her arms to hug him.
Seeing that Song Jiamu didn't hug her, she rubbed her upper body over like a mermaid, hugged him from behind, wrapped her arms around his armpits and hugged him tightly, and pressed her face against his.
I didn't have much energy to rub my back, so I just let out a long sigh of relief.
Song Jiamu opened the white plastic bag placed on the table. He went to the doctor with her in the afternoon. The medicine was also brought back at that time. He remembered clearly how much she should take.
There are two white pills, one large and one small, four capsules, and this cup of cold medicine that has been warmed.
"It's ten o'clock. Take the medicine first."
Song Jiamu gently pulled her arm around him. Her arm was slender and beautiful. She was running a low fever and her skin was a little hot.
The strength was quite strong, Song Jiamu struggled with her for a while, and then Yun Shuqian reluctantly let go of him and sat down on the bed obediently.
Song Jiamu took the medicine in his palm, opened it in front of her, and handed her the cup of warmed granules.
Yun Shuqian held the cup with both hands and drank two sips of the granules.
Then he stretched out his tender fingers, pinched two capsules from his palm and put them into his mouth, then took two sips of the granules and swallowed the medicine.
If Song Jiamu took these medicines by himself, he would throw them all into his mouth and finish them in one gulp with water. But Yun Shuqian's throat is relatively narrow and tender. She couldn't finish the medicine in one sitting, so she would have to eat it two or three times.
eat slowly.
She took the white pill last because it was more bitter.
She twisted the last two pills and put them in her mouth. Her expression immediately showed a reaction, with a bit of sourness in the pain. Yun Shuqian frowned and hurriedly drank the water cup.
Take two pills together with the remaining granules.
After eating, she smacked her mouth, frowned, and prepared to put down the water glass.
"Give me the cup."
"It's so painful..."
"Has the medicine melted into your mouth? Is there still a taste?"
"Um."
"You are eating slowly. If you eat it in one bite, it won't be bitter. Do you still need some water?"
"No, I've already had such a big drink..."
"All right."
Song Jiamu put down the cup, and she wanted to hug her again like before. He held her two warm little hands, lowered his head, and at the moment when her eyes widened slightly, he put his lips on them.
Yun Shuqian closed her eyes, her body became a little softer, her heartbeat became faster, a warm current flowed to her limbs, her straight legs also bent sideways, and her whole body was half leaning on him, leaning up
Chin responded.
"Bittersweet."
Ten seconds later, Song Jiamu described.
"I, I am a patient!"
Yun Shuqian emphasized the fact and stared at him with wet eyes, as if he had bullied the patient and kissed her without permission. However, after being kissed by him like this, her groggy state was indeed restored.
Much better.
Sure enough, hormones and adrenaline are the real medicine.
"It's over, it's over, then I've eaten so much saliva from Miss Yun, and I'm going to catch a cold soon."
"Song Jiamu, can I use your clothes to wipe my nose?"
"If you think my clothes are better than tissues, then you can use them."
Yun Shuqian put her face on his shoulder. Song Jiamu really thought she was going to wipe her nose, but she opened her mouth and took a small bite of him.
"Ouch, it hurts."
Song Jiamu gave timely feedback, then pulled two more tissues over, holding her slender shoulders with one hand and covering her nose with the other. Yun Shuqian tried her best to sneeze, and then he wrapped
He rolled up a paper towel and wiped it for her.
Maybe he used too much strength, or maybe her skin was too tender. After wiping her nose with a tissue, the tip of her nose turned red.
"Aren't you disgusted?" she asked.
"Isn't it just the body's normal stress secretion product? Why is it disgusting?"
"...Your description makes me feel very strange."
Yun Shuqian thought of the video footage that made people blush again.
"Have a good rest after taking the medicine and lie down."
"Can't sleep..."
"Then I'll hold you."
Song Jiamu shook off his slippers and sat on her bed.
Yun Shuqian, who wanted him to hold her just now, refused to let him hold her. She pushed him, but her little hands had no strength.
"Turn off, turn off the lights."
"Why do you need to turn off the lights?"
"This is better..."
"...Yun Shuqian, you are so strange."
Yun Shuqian glared at him, but Song Jiamu didn't dare to say anything anymore. He leaned over the bedside table and turned off the light.
The night light was always plugged in. After the light was turned off, the room became dark, without the interference of light, and the mood naturally relaxed a lot.
Song Jiamu sat on the head of the bed, put his hands under her armpits, and helped her sit up a little. Yun Shuqian was stunned for a moment, then she was hugged by him and leaned against his strong and warm chest.
superior.
The girl's delicate body was so soft and small, almost like a baby. Song Jiamu couldn't help but stretched his arm forward to hug her. Their arms were in contact with each other skin-to-skin. She felt a little hot, and he gently
He took the girl's tender little hand and gently squeezed her delicate fingers.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Yun Shuqian's cheek was pressed against his skin, feeling a little hot, but his messy mood soon became calm.
She closed her eyes, rested her head on Song Jiamu's shoulder, and moved her little head comfortably, with her hair scattered on his neck, shoulders, and chest. She found the most suitable angle before stopping.
Yun Shuqian wanted to smell him, but unfortunately her nose was blocked on one side and she couldn't smell clearly, so she sniffed hard.
Song Jiamu took the initiative to raise his neck and let her smell it.
The reserved girl stopped sniffing, snorted twice, her tonsils were inflamed, and she spoke in a loud voice, but she still tried hard to say: "Song Zhutou, you really stink!"
"Then you keep sniffing me like a puppy?"
"Anyway, it stinks!"
"But I feel that I smell very good. Your virus was not transmitted to me, but your fragrance was. My body is full of your smell."
Song Jiamu also turned his head sideways and brushed the skin of her face and neck with the tip of his nose, imitating her and lightly smelling the scent of her body.
"itch……"
Yun Shuqian twisted up and patted him to prevent him from smelling it again.
Although she didn't feel like she smelled anything, it still felt weird to let her little tame smell her like this.
"I'll help you ask for leave from the counselor tomorrow morning. You have morning classes on Tuesday, so take a break." Song Jiamu did not forget his aunt's instructions and came to persuade Yun Shuqian.
"No." Yun Shuqian didn't want to stay at home.
"I won't stay at school in the afternoon. I will come back to accompany you after class at noon and buy you porridge."
"Well……"
"OK?"
Song Jiamu gently squeezed her little hand.
President Yunda, who was usually extremely stubborn, nodded obediently.
"Song Zhutou, tell me a story and coax me to sleep."
"But as we all know, it is very difficult to get Miss Yun to sleep. I don't have that many stories to tell."
"Then, then you read to me and I fell asleep while listening."
"real?"
"I'm obetient."
Well, Yun Zhu Po in sick mode is indeed quite well-behaved.
Song Jiamu let go of her, got up and turned on the light to look for a book on her bookshelf. He didn't know what book to read, so he picked up a copy of "Norwegian Wood"
He likes this book very much, and it can be seen that Yun Shuqian also likes it very much.
"You read it very often? This book is very old because you have read it."
Seeing that he was holding this book, Yun Shuqian felt embarrassed. When she was in junior high school, she had read this book as if she were her little uncle, and she had read it over five times.
"I just looked at it once and lent it to Caiyi. When she got it back, it was so old."
"oh……"
Listening to his meaningful voice, Yun Shuqian slapped him angrily.
"Are you still talking about it?"
"Tell me, tell me..."
"lamp."
Song Jiamu turned off the big light and turned on the small lamp on the bedside table.
The two returned to their initial position. Yun Shuqian took the initiative to lean over and rest her face on his shoulder. A pair of arms stretched out and hugged his waist. She closed her eyes and waited for Song Jiamu to give her
Read and listen.
"Which part do you want to hear?"
"It will be all right……"
Yun Shuqian rubbed his neck comfortably. She liked his temperature, his taste, and his voice that sounded close and gentle in her ears.
A girl who has no one to tell stories to lull her to sleep is always a little pitiful. Fortunately, Song Zhutou tells her stories and reads to her. She thinks of her childhood. Even though he was a little kid himself, he was still happy to hold a small picture album before taking a nap.
Tell her a story, and whenever this happens, the little girl will lie on the bed obediently, looking sideways at him, with the bright afternoon light in her big eyes, and his presence is all in her memory.
Song Jiamu began to read. His voice was gentle and magnetic. The kitten also jumped on his lap and lay on its back. Like the girl next to him with her eyes closed, she listened to him reading with her ears bent.
"...I stretched out my hand, wanting to touch her. But Naoko quickly retracted her body, her lips trembling slightly. Then she raised her hands and began to slowly unbutton her pajamas. There were seven buttons in total, and I seemed to continue to dream.
As if, watching her use her delicate and slender fingers to untie them one by one..."
Song Jiamu read with great emotion, holding the book in one hand and holding Yun Shuqian's shoulder with the other. As he read, the girl's ears began to turn red, and she slapped him angrily.
"What's wrong?"
"You, what are you reciting?! Change a paragraph!"
"Isn't it great? No matter the scene or action, the language is used well and full of aesthetic feeling..."
"Change it!"
"All right."
Song Jiamu flipped through the book and selected another paragraph.
"...'Doesn't it feel good?' 'What?' 'It's impulsive, is it uncomfortable to hold it in?' 'What do you think?' 'Can I let it out for you?' 'Use...'"
Song Jiamu was just about to read the exciting part when Yun Shuqian blushed and patted him.
"Song Jiamu, did you do this on purpose?"
"What? This is the progress of human beings towards civilization. All human efforts are for the ultimate physical and mental satisfaction."
"Don't listen, don't listen!"
Yun Shuqian covered her ears with her hands.
"Then which part do you want to listen to?"
“…The Bear of Spring.”
"You should have told me earlier."
Song Jiamu read to her the section about the bear in spring.
Yun Shuqian was very satisfied. She had to read like this when studying. What he just read was all about it. Although she had read it many times, she leaned in his arms and listened to what he said from his mouth.
, and the feeling is completely different.
Song Jiamu was reading softly, and the girl listened obediently. As the night got darker, her arms around his waist gradually relaxed, her breathing gradually became even and long, and his voice became increasingly louder in her consciousness.
It became blurry, but it stayed with her in her dreams all night.
Song Jiamu closed the book gently, hugged her and lay down on the bed, covered her with a quilt, leaned over and kissed her forehead.
Turning off the desk lamp, he quietly went out.
The girl slept peacefully all night, with a sweet curve at the corner of her mouth.
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