Qiao Jing's eyes swayed after seeing the man's wounds.
The wound that was about to heal now collapsed again and turned white after being soaked in blisters.
She frowned tightly, took out the iodophor and began to disinfect the man.
During this period, his eyebrows were cold and his face was solemn.
After disinfecting the wound, she applied ointment to it and tied it with a bandage.
After doing all this, Qiao Jing stood up and gave the man instructions with a serious look on his face.
"The wound has collapsed again. You can't touch water or eat spicy food until the wound is healed."
The wound was almost healed, but her man jumped into the swimming pool to save her.
This man is really...
However, she has already treated the wound and should not be infected again and cause fever.
Qiao Jing put the medicine back. It was getting late now. She was feeling sleepy, and her eyelids gradually became a little heavy.
She couldn't help but yawn, and supervised the man to put his bathrobe back on before walking back to the room to sleep.
Half asleep and half awake, Qiao Jing suddenly felt something like a "stove" around her.
In the cold winter, the heat of the "stove" made her feel very comfortable, and she subconsciously leaned towards the "stove".
Her hand unconsciously placed on the "stove", but the "stove" suddenly moved, and there was a muffled groan.
"Um--"
After hearing this sound, Qiao Jing suddenly woke up and slowly opened her sleepy eyes.
Then he saw the man's handsome face close at hand.
She was shocked at that time.
After a few seconds, Qiao Jing calmed down and looked intently at the man's face.
I saw that the man's brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly to death, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his face was a little pale.
She blinked and found that her hand was placed in front of the man's tight chest.
But these were not the point. The warmth from the man's body made her sit up quickly.
A while ago, Zhan Qipei had a fever with the same temperature. His whole body was so hot that he was almost smoking.
Qiao Jing reached out and touched Zhan Qi Pei's forehead.
Sure enough, the scorching temperature from the palm of his hand proved that Zhan Qi Pei did have a fever again.
It is probably caused by a fresh wound infection.
But obviously she had disinfected the wound and re-applied medicine, and if she still had a fever, that would be the worst of misfortunes.
It is estimated that the man's physical condition has not been very good some time ago and he has not fully recovered yet. Yesterday he jumped into the swimming pool for her.
Thinking of this, Qiao Jing sighed helplessly, walked to the living room, found the medicine box, prepared the antipyretic medicine, and took it back to the room.
When she saw Zhan Qi Pei sleeping on her bed, she realized that she had doubts in her heart.
Why did this bitch run from his room to hers?
But she couldn't care so much at this time. If she didn't take the medicine, Zhan Qi Pei would probably be burned into a fool.
Qiao Jing quickly walked to the head of the bed and pulled him up.
"Zhan Qi Pei, you have a fever, get up and take medicine."
Zhan Qipei frowned and slowly opened his eyes after hearing Qiao Jing's voice.
Those dark eyes were looking at the woman deeply with a bit of confusion.
He ran to Qiao Jing's room after he had a fever. He didn't want to take medicine, he just wanted to stay with his wife.
He glanced at the cup in Qiao Jing's hand and pursed his thin lips.
He has been strong since he was a child, and rarely gets sick. He can count the number of colds he has had on one hand, and he only has one or two fevers when he is one or two years old.
As a result, he had had fever several times since he met Qiao Jing.
Could it be that God deliberately prevented him from getting sick when he was a child, and then deliberately concentrated on this period of time so that women could feel sorry for him?
Judging from the current situation, this is most likely the case.
Qiao Jing frowned when she saw the man staring at her without even looking at the medicine in his hand.
"Will staring at me bring down the fever?"
She put the cup into Zhan Qipei's hand and sat on the edge of the bed. In order to prevent the man from refusing to drink the medicine, she had to stare at him.
Because her pregnancy has made her a little sleepy, she will feel very sleepy when she wakes up in the middle of her sleep. Her eyelids can hardly be opened now.
Let the man drink the medicine quickly so that she can go to sleep.
Just when Qiao Jing was thinking this, Zhan Qipei put the cup directly on the bedside table, reached out and pulled Qiao Jing to his side, and let the woman lie down.
Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment, blinked, forced herself to wake up a little, and reached out to push the man.
"What are you doing? Drinking medicine."
How can this bitch reduce his fever if he doesn't take medicine?
Zhan Qipei didn't answer, but placed his hot palm on Qiao Jing's neck, and deliberately pinched the woman's earlobe with his fingertips.
"Let me kiss you."
He is a little dizzy from the fever now and needs to kiss his wife to recover.
Qiao Jing's earlobe was kneaded by the thin calloused fingertips. She felt her whole body wake up instantly, and her toes curled up uncontrollably.
The temperature of the man's fingers was as high as anyone else's, and her earlobes seemed to be about to be burned at this moment.
She reached out and pushed the other person.
Zhan Qi Pei immediately made a deliberately muffled sound.
"Um--"
Qiao Jing's movements froze, and she raised her eyebrows and looked at the other party.
Could it be that she pushed too hard?
Zhan Qipei's fingertips were still lingering near Qiao Jing's earlobe. Taking advantage of the other's daze, he reached out and pinched it too much.
He lay completely on Qiao Jing's body, but avoided the woman's belly and rested his head on her shoulder. His dark eyes darkened and his tone was stubborn.
"Just let me kiss you."
Qiao Jing's chest rose and fell, and she stretched out her hand to push the person away. The corners of her mouth twitched, and she was speechless.
"No, get up and drive away."
She won't back down just because this bitch man has a fever.
After Zhan Qi Pei was pushed away, the next second he pressed on Qiao Jing again.
After pinching Qiao Jing's earlobe several times, he found that the woman's earlobe seemed untouchable.
He deliberately stretched out his hand and squeezed it, his hot breath spraying on the other person's neck.
Qiao Jing couldn't help but flinch, and there was a hint of anger in her eyebrows but she didn't know it.
"Zhan Qi Pei! Take your hands away and go drink the medicine."
Zhan Qipei kept staring at the woman's reddish earlobes, his dark eyes became a little deeper, and there was a hint of unknown emotion in his eyes.
He admired Qiao Jing's expression with a hint of anger, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a charming smile.
The man's deep and magnetic voice sounded, as if it had a charming magic power.
"Let me kiss you and I'll drink the medicine."
Qiao Jing felt her temples jump suddenly.
She put her hand on the man's tight chest, trying to push him away.
"Do you like to drink or not?"
She was too lazy to talk to this doggy man, otherwise he would hold her and bite her again later.
Zhan Qi Pei lay motionless on her body, looking at the woman's face faintly.
"Then my fever will be worse tomorrow."
Qiao Jing became more and more speechless and rolled his eyes.
"It's your fault for not taking medicine, it's none of my business."
Zhan Qipei didn't say anything, but put his hot forehead on the woman's shoulder, letting the other party feel the temperature of his forehead.
The two were in a stalemate for several minutes, and Zhan Qi Pei still had no intention of getting up.
Most of them looked like they were going to sleep in this position tonight.
Qiao Jing felt the heat coming from her shoulders and pursed her lips.
After a moment, her chest rose and fell heavily, and she slowly exhaled.
If she doesn't care, with Zhan Qi Pei's temperament, it's really possible that he won't take the medicine and just spend the whole night with her.
Well, considering that the man is a patient, she will bear it!
Qiao Jin gritted his teeth and spoke.
"Okay, just kiss-"
Before she could finish her words, the man's thin lips immediately pressed against hers.
After a few seconds, she felt her lips gradually begin to tingle.