After taking the temperature, Chang Mian looked at it with the thermometer, frowned and said, "37°9, a bit of a low fever."
He opened the medicine box and found a box of antipyretics, poured some water over it and asked her to swallow it with warm water.
Chang Shang was lying on the bed, holding her chin with one hand and looking at him dreamily.
For a long time, I couldn't bear to look away.
Chang Mian finally felt a little uncomfortable when she looked at him, lowered his voice and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
"It's nothing." Chang Shang couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then she lay down properly, covering herself with quilt and looking at the ceiling. Her heart felt warm for a while. She touched her phone and opened Weibo, and happily posted a Weibo post.
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"I have a fever, and it feels so heartwarming to have someone take care of me. My man's temper is getting better and better, and I suddenly feel so happy~~ I hope he will always be so good to me~~"
Chang Mian walked to the window and opened the curtains. The snow outside didn't stop. He took a magazine and sat on the recliner next to the bed and read it casually. He spent most of the time thinking about things. There was a glass of red wine next to him and he occasionally tasted it.
One bite.
Chang Shang lay on the bed and watched infatuatedly, but the infatuation could not overcome the headache and heavy eyelids, so she fell into a drowsy sleep again. When she woke up again, Chang Mian was still sitting there, but he had changed his position.
She got out of bed and found the thermometer on the bedside. She held it in her mouth, walked to him with her slippers on, took the magazine out of his hand, sat on his lap with her snake-like body, and held his hand to explore.
own forehead.
Chang Mian hugged her waist and held her soft waist in his hands: "You don't have a fever anymore?"
Chang Shang took out the thermometer, blew on it like a orchid, and happily put the thermometer back to its original position. Then she sat on his lap and hugged his neck: "Have you eaten?"
"Hungry?"
Chang Shang nodded heavily.
Chang Mian stretched a lot and stood up with her, "Let's go downstairs to eat."
"Oh, by the way, have you heard from that family? Have the test results come out?" She was afraid that those people would still bother her.
"Yours doesn't match."
"Huh, that's great." She clapped her hands and hugged his arm, and the two of them went to the dining room to eat. She talked and laughed all the way downstairs. After the fever subsided, she felt relaxed and even ate more.
Chang Mian spoke, but then took it back. Regarding her confusing life experience, he thought for a while and decided that it would be better to wait until the investigation was clear before telling her to avoid her mood swings.
It would be okay if the father had someone else, but Chang Shang didn't like Uncle Huang anyway. If the mother had someone else, then... After Chang Mian made a careful decision, he just ate in silence.
Looking up, he noticed that the photos in the living room had been changed back. He chuckled lightly, attracting Chang Shang's attention. Chang Mian frowned: "When was it changed?"
"What?" Chang Shang didn't react. When she did, she tilted her head and ignored him.
But secretly she glanced at Chang Mian's face with her spare eye, and seeing that he wasn't particularly angry, she felt lucky and obediently added a piece of the tenderest tofu to his bowl.
"Chang Mian, should we go on a date?" When she became interested, she looked at him with a smile: "You said you were in love? I didn't see you sending me flowers, let alone dating me. You're not as good as me.
How about you watch a movie?"
"It's snowing so heavily outside, and you are so weak that you still want to go out and torture yourself?" Chang Mian said coldly, took the tofu she gave him, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly.