Chapter 348 Zhan Qi Pei pinned Qiao Jing under him
Qiao Jing gave up the idea of pulling on the man's bathrobe, reached out and poked Zhan Qipei's face, and urged him.
"Zhan Qi Pei, get up and drink medicine."
After hearing Qiao Jing's voice, the man moved, but still did not get up.
Qiao Jing glanced at the quilt underneath Zhan Qi Pei, and then at the man's bathrobe.
"Don't sleep yet, get up and drink medicine."
But Zhan Qipei still didn't respond and lay on the bed with his eyes closed.
Qiao Jing sighed helplessly, reached out to lift the man up from the bed, put his hand on the man's back, and made him sit upright.
She glanced at the man and thickened her voice.
"Drink medicine."
Zhan Qi Pei then opened his eyes, sobered up when he saw the bowl of medicine in front of him, and reached out to take it.
Qiao Jing stared at Zhan Qipei and breathed a sigh of relief after he finished drinking the medicine. However, as soon as the man finished drinking the medicine, he was about to fall on the bed without saying a word, so she quickly stopped him.
"You come down first, the quilt is pressed by you."
It's really not a worry.
Only then did Zhan Qipei get out of bed unsteadily, taking this opportunity to lean on Qiao Jing, a glimmer of light flashed in his dark eyes.
But he was afraid that he would put too much pressure on Qiao Jing, so he only used half of his strength and leaned half on the woman.
Qiao Jing felt that this man was like a koala. While other koalas hugged trees, he hugged himself.
She stretched out her hand to rub her eyebrows, lifted the quilt off the bed, and then helped Zhan Qi Pei to lie down on the bed.
"Okay, I can sleep now."
After she covered Zhan Qi Pei with the quilt, her eyes fell on the man's handsome face, and she felt something in her heart.
It was Zhan Qipei who took care of her before, but now the identities have been reversed, which can be regarded as a way to repay the other party.
Qiao Jing was about to go back to her room. As soon as she took a few steps outside, the image of a man leaning against her and the scorching body temperature suddenly appeared repeatedly in her mind.
She looked back at Zhan Qi Pei, sighed helplessly, and hurried into the bathroom, soaking a towel with cold water.
When Qiao Jing returned to Zhan Qipei's room, she found that more than half of the man's quilt had been lifted.
She frowned, walked quickly to the bed, put a cold towel on the man's forehead, and covered him with a quilt.
After putting a towel on the man, Qiao Jing walked back to his room.
The next morning, Qiao Jing got up on time.
She was still thinking about Zhan Qi Pei, who had a fever last night, and was going to the kitchen to make him a bowl of light porridge.
When Qiao Jing came to the kitchen, there was a figure moving inside.
Zhan Qipei was standing in front of a pot of porridge, stirring it from time to time, while a glass of milk was being heated in another pot.
Qiao Jing frowned, took a few steps forward, and reached out to touch the man's forehead.
Zhan Qi Pei's dark eyes lit up, and he rubbed his forehead against the woman's palm.
Qiao Jing felt the heat coming from her palms. Although it was a little lower than yesterday, it was still very hot. There was a sullen tone in her tone of voice.
"Your fever hasn't gone away yet, why are you making breakfast?"
She always gets up earlier than men, but today, Zhan Qi Pei got up earlier than her despite having a fever, and was still making breakfast in the kitchen.
This made her very angry. This guy didn't care about his body at all.
After hearing Qiao Jing's words of concern for him, Zhan Qi Pei was so happy that he suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to curl up and scooped out a bowl of porridge from the pot.
"Get up and make breakfast for you. I told you that I will cook every meal from now on."
His wife stretched out her hand to take his temperature and said she cared about him. Does this prove that he still has a little hope?
The more Zhan Qi Pei thought about it, the happier he became, and he took the bowl and placed it on the dining table.
Qiao Jing pursed her lips when she saw the man busy for her, and there was a trace of ripples in her cold eyes.
"You don't have to do so much for me."
She didn't want Zhan Qi Pei to be nice to her just because he liked her.
This is unfair to Zhan Qi Pei.
Zhan Qi's dark eyes darkened, he pursed his thin lips and said nothing, silently returned to the kitchen and put the hot milk on the dining table.
"Let's have breakfast."
He thought he had some hope, but it turned out that he was overthinking it.
Zhan Qipei stared at Qiao Jing after finishing breakfast, then silently walked back to the room and lay on the bed covered with a quilt.
Seeing the man's lost look, Qiao Jing pursed her lips, got up, prepared the antipyretic medicine, and brought it to Zhan Qipei's room.
It was daytime, but Zhan Qipei's room was very dark, with the curtains blocking the outside light.
Qiao Jing saw the bulge on the bed and felt helpless, so she put the cup on the bedside table.
"Have you had breakfast?"
Zhan Qi Pei's dull voice came from under the quilt.
"Um."
Qiao Jing glanced at the pile of quilts, knowing that the person was awake, and gave instructions.
"Then you drink the medicine first, and I'll go out first."
With Zhan Qi Pei burned like this, she didn't feel confident about going to the research institute, so she asked Zhan Nanqing to take some photos and send them to her mobile phone.
Qiao Jing returned to her room and checked the information.
"Ding dong——"
The doorbell rang suddenly, interrupting Qiao Jing's reading of information. She looked up at the clock on the wall.
Eleven o'clock noon.
She frowned and opened the door.
Su Manhan was holding a thermal bag in her hand, and her eyes lit up when she saw Qiao Jing.
"Qiao Jing, I came here to bring you soup and rice. You haven't cooked yet, right? I ordered it here right away."
Just when Qiao Jing was about to say something, a weak voice came from Zhan Qi Pei's room.
"Qiao Jing...I'm dizzy..."
Qiao Jing didn't have time to say anything and hurriedly walked towards the room.
After hearing that weak voice, Su Manhan froze on the spot.
Could this be her son's voice?
Why are you so weak??
Qi Pei never made such a weak sound when he had a fever as a child. Why did he become like this when he grew up?
Qi Pei has been very independent since he was a child. He has never needed anyone to take care of him. Even if he is sick, he will not cry. How is he doing this today?
Is this really her son? He won't be swapped, right?
Su Manhan was very curious. Seeing that Qiao Jing had already entered the room, she walked up to see what was going on.
The door to Zhan Qipei's room was not closed, so she secretly hid by the door and stared at the situation inside.
As soon as Qiao Jing walked to the man's bed and wanted to ask what was wrong, her hand was grabbed.
Before she could react, she was suddenly pulled by the man and lay on the bed.
In an emergency, the man pressed directly on her body and buried his head between her neck.
Qiao Jing's eyes widened, and she wanted to reach out and push the man away, but the hand on her waist was too strong, and she couldn't push him away even after trying several times.
The man's hot breath sprayed all over her shoulders, making her feel a little numb.
"Zhan Qi Pei, what are you doing? Let me go."
What's wrong with this bitch man again? He pressed her on the bed without saying a word, but the head buried in her neck was still slowly moving down?!