I reached out and touched his forehead, but the temperature hadn't dropped yet.
Looking down at his slightly dry lips, she asked softly: "Would you like some water?"
No one responded.
People with fevers tend to become thirsty easily. She opened the hot water she had just ordered from the drugstore and fed it to his lips little by little.
Some of it spilled out, so I reached out to wipe it away, but when I touched the hot corners of his lips, my movements stopped.
Purse your lips slightly, put the cap on the water bottle and sit down.
But she couldn't move her eyes away from his face, watching him with care and concern, and the longing in her heart suddenly disappeared.
The car stopped on the lawn of Jinghua Mansion, and Butler Yuan came up to greet her. When he saw Xu Qingchan, his pupils dilated slightly, "Miss Xu?! Are you back?"
"Yes," she supported Qi Si, "come and help, Mr. Qi has a fever."
Hearing this, Yuan Fu's expression tightened and he touched Qi Si's forehead, "Oh, it's so hot. Why do you smell so drunk, sir?"
Several servants came over to help. Xu Qingchan looked at the man's back and felt a little guilty.
He drank so much because of her.
Are those words really hurtful?
After the family doctor came to see him, he said that Qi Si fell ill due to overwork and heavy worries. He didn't sleep all night last night. He drank so much today. After drinking strong alcohol, his body couldn't bear it and he had a fever.
.
Overwork leads to illness.
Looking at the cold white face of the person on the bed, Xu Qingchan asked Yuan Fu, "Does your husband work very hard?"
Yuan Fu sighed deeply, "Mr. works 365 days a year, like a spring that tightens himself. The old lady used to nag him to patronize work, but he still had spare time activities in the past, and would meet with Mr. Yan and Mr. Mu
He has been together, but this year it has been like he is competing with himself... I have long been worried about his health, and the old lady is also trying to persuade him, but my husband is stubborn and won't listen to anyone."
"In the year that the girl left, my husband was in a completely different state. Compared with you at that time, he was a completely different person. His daily life was routine, and he couldn't see any human emotions. He couldn't live with himself. You
After leaving, he no longer allowed others to pick flowers in the rose garden and lotus pond. I also saw him standing in the rose garden several times in a daze. He always kept your guest room and did not let anyone enter or touch it.
"
"It's great that the girl can come back. Have mercy on Mr. Poor, don't let him live without flesh and blood anymore. He really cares about you. Only you can save him."
After listening to the old housekeeper's words, Xu Qingchan was in a daze for a long time.
He's had such a bad year.
This is not what she wants to see.
When she thought of the scene described by the butler, a corner of her heart felt sour.
She stayed with him in the room until the fever subsided, then got up and went downstairs.
Yuan Fu was surprised, "Girl, please stay in Jinghua Mansion tonight. Sir, I will feel more at ease with you here."
"It's not the right time now," she nodded slightly, "Please take good care of him. His fever has gone down and he will be thirsty in the middle of the night."
Unable to force herself, Yuan Fu just sighed slightly and asked the driver to take her back.
On the other side, Mu Xiuze sent the drunken person home, got up and made her sobering soup. When he came back, the person on the sofa was gone.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom next door, and he sat on the sofa with a hangover soup and waited.
20 minutes passed, 30 minutes passed...
Feeling a little worried, he knocked on the bathroom door, "Wanwan?"
"Wanwan?"
No response.
Worried that she would get drunk and drown in the bathtub, Mu Xiuze opened the door.
Xuxu glanced out of the corner of his eye, and the man took a deep breath.
There was still water in the bathtub, and the people inside did fall asleep.
He fell asleep on his stomach without even taking off his clothes.
It's really dangerous. Drunks are so drunk that they have no senses.
Turning off the water, he called her, "Wanwan?"
"Yang Wanwan."
She opened her eyes with difficulty, but couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep again.
After staring at her soft face for a moment, Mu Xiuze gritted his teeth and turned his head to help her take off her wet clothes one by one.
This process is very painful. It is inevitable that you will encounter women's smooth skin. Even if you don't look at it, your mind will automatically fill up those irritating scenes.
It was okay not to have it before, just because he knew how addictive she was. Now, he is a normal man who has been a Tang monk for two years, helping his beloved woman take off her clothes...
You can't watch or eat, you can only suffer.
"Okay," the man's voice became hoarse, "wash yourself, and drink sobering soup after washing."
"Yang Wanwan?"
The only sound in the room was the woman's shallow breathing.
Mu Xiuze clenched his cheeks and cursed secretly in his mind.
This is how he behaves when he is drunk, and he has no sense of self-protection at all. However, he is also very addicted to food, and he looks drunk every time he hits him.
If it were another man tonight, then she...
When he thought of this, a fire arose in his heart. If someone really dared to do anything to her, he would definitely kill that person.
While silently reciting the sage's book, he bathed the woman. After finishing the work, he wrapped her in the bath towel on the shelf and carried her back to the bedroom.
With their soft bodies next to each other, Mu Xiuze's temples were twitching and his forehead was sweating.
He went to the living room to bring the hangover soup back to her. When he saw the scene on the bed, his Adam's apple rolled down hard.
"Hold!"
The goblin rolled away the bath towel and slept soundly on his side. His milky skin and alluring curves stimulated his self-control.
My mind can't help but think of those erotic scenes when we were together.
Forget it, he has avoided her again and again, she is not afraid of death.
When Mu Xiuze looked at the woman again, his eyes became very intense. He helped her up and fed her medicine without putting on a bath towel for her.
Yang Wanwan drank the soup in a daze, lay down and wanted to continue sleeping, but suddenly her jaw clenched slightly, and a warm breath hit her.
He quickly blocked her breath.
Since he can't eat, but he worked hard to take care of her tonight, he should still make some money.
Holding her hand, Mu Xiuze originally just wanted to comfort his long-dried soul, but as her breathing gradually became heavier, it was a bit difficult to extricate himself.
"Um--"
She made a soft protest, and the man clenched his fists. Only with strong willpower could he hold back from losing control.