Zhong Yuxi hurriedly threw down the quilt and took the thermometer from the medicine box. She tried hard to open his arm, but his arm was too strong. It looked lean but had clear tendons. It took her a long time to open it.
Put the thermometer in.
She went to the bathroom and washed a cold towel and carefully put it on his forehead. She took out the thermometer. She was shocked. The fever actually reached 40 degrees. She was sure that this must be caused by trauma. As long as he could do it,
Properly, there will be no danger.
She took out the antipyretic medicine from the box and fed it to him with cold boiled water. He was a little confused due to the fever, and he vaguely shouted a name. She didn't pay attention at first, but the more times he shouted, the more she heard him clearly.
Yes, he is shouting: Lianlong (suo)
Is this...a woman's name?
Is she the woman he likes?
Obviously he shouldn't care, but Zhong Yuxi's hand wiping his sweat couldn't help but slow down.
Liancuo, with such a beautiful name, she must also be a great beauty.
She knew that a good-looking man like him would never have a girlfriend, but what was that faint sourness in her heart?
His wrist tightened, and he grabbed her hand in a coma. She wanted to push him away, but he was as sticky as chewing gum and couldn't get rid of it.
The man's hot masculine breath surrounded her instantly, the fragrance of his hair, the faint scent of tobacco on his lips. He had already put his arms around her waist and held her in his arms. She wanted to break away, but when she saw
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he looked like a sleeping big child compared to the previous roughness. This satisfied look was actually safe and harmless.
Zhong Yuxi's body softened and she let him hold her like that.
She thought, she is crazy!
"Lianping." He shouted again in a hoarse voice, hugging her tighter.
She took a breath and lay quietly, not daring to speak, looking at the white ceiling above, counting sheep.
He tossed and turned unsteadily that night. The pain from the wound and the sadness of the fever made him comatose for a time. He kept sweating, so she kept wiping him and changing the cold towels. Finally, he was so tired that he lay on the bedside.
We spent the whole night together.
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In the morning, the rain stopped and everything was washed away.
When Xuanyuan woke up, a wet towel slipped from his forehead. His eyes fell on the small table. There was a note under the cup and two antipyretics beside it.
He couldn't remember clearly what happened last night. He vaguely knew that he had a high fever and a delicate figure was busy taking care of him. He thought that person was...
Burnt and confused!
He shook his slightly heavy head, moved over and took the note over.
The crooked handwriting is totally different from her appearance.
"Yuan Ye: Breakfast is in the refrigerator, I'm going to work! Zhong Yuxi stays"
She wrote Yuan as a circle, but she couldn't write breakfast. Halfway through, she scratched it out and changed it to 歺.
Xuanyuan Ye didn't notice it. He looked at these earthworm-like words and a faint smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.