"I'm not a pig, I'm a wolf! A big evil wolf who wants to eat the little white rabbit!" Na Hanjue made a fierce expression, clasped her arms above her head, and bit her neck with his head tilted.
"You bad guy, you're crushing me. Get down quickly." Not to be outdone, Qingge shook her head to get him away and bit him on the face.
"Ouch!" Nahanjue pretended that she couldn't hold back the strength of Qingge, and was thrown onto the bed by her, covering her face and wailing, "It hurts so much!"
Qingge ignored his cuteness and coquettishness, took the thermometer, "Open your mouth!"
"Go and get the one under your arm, I don't want to hold this thing in my mouth." Na Hanjue frowned in disgust.
He only likes the lilac uvula that sings softly, and does not want to hold such a cold thing.
"Trouble!" Qingge had no choice but to take another underarm one for him.
He held the thermometer under his arm with his left arm, but his right hand was not idle. He kept eating Qingge's tofu. Qingge was afraid that when he struggled, he would bend the thermometer and the test would not be accurate, so he could only hold it with one hand.
His left arm, the other hand "fights" with him.
The final result was that after his body temperature was tested, Qing Ge was sweating profusely. The only good thing was that his body temperature was 36 degrees 9, and he finally had no fever.
"What do you want to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to cook it for you." Qing Ge knows that people who are sick have more picky tastes.
"What do you want to eat? I'll ask the kitchen to cook it for you. You've been taking care of me all night, so you must be tired." He held her in his arms lovingly, stroked her hair with his hands, and kissed her between her eyebrows.
Kissed again, looking like she couldn't get enough of her.
"You are a sick person. I have to take care of you. Tell me quickly, what do you want to eat?" Qingge looked up at him, "You don't have to worry about me. I will tell the kitchen what I want to eat."
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"Ge'er..." He stared at her for a long time, his bright black eyes filled with tenderness, "You are so kind, you are the best and best girl I have ever seen."
Qingge pursed her lips and smiled, "That's because you don't want to see other girls. With your status as Young Master Nahan, what kind of girl do you want?" He looked at her with an extremely serious look in his eyes,
"There are three thousand weak water, but I only take one gourd to drink it! As I said, in my eyes, only my song is a girl!"
"Okay, don't be numb, what on earth do you want to eat?" Qingge said reluctantly, but her heart was sweeter than drinking honey.
"Lotus leaf porridge." Na Hanjue casually ordered one. Qing Ge wanted to go downstairs and tell the kitchen, but Na Hanjue refused. He hugged her tightly and took out his mobile phone, "I'll just tell Lan and let him arrange it."
Already."
He pressed Qing Ge under him again, and after enough lingering, he let her go to wash up. He also didn't forget the nagging instructions from behind, "Be careful of injuries on your wrists and don't touch the water!"
"Got it!" Qingge responded. He looked up and saw himself in the bathroom mirror. His face was full of sweetness. Although he was tired after taking care of him for a night, there was no gloomy look on his face. It was all a sweet smile.
meaning.
Fate did not treat her poorly and did not give her a happy childhood, but gave her a perfect lover.
There is really no one in the world who loves her more than Na Hanjue, and there is no more perfect lover than him. He uses his whole life, his whole belief, to love her wholeheartedly, trust her, and think about him wholeheartedly.
And she will leave her best, most true, and most cherished things to him...
