304. Chapter 304 The awkward and cute Boss Tang! 2
Without saying much more, An Jingxing lifted the quilt on the bed, made room for him and patted the sheets at him.
Such a natural behavior, although insipid, is the kind of interaction that only occurs between two extremely close people.
It's like... a quarrelsome couple, after kicking the husband out of bed, they find out that the husband is sick, and let him back into bed again.
However, neither of them thought so much at this time. Although Tang Qianrong was sick, he felt inexplicably in a good mood and lay down at the position she pointed at.
The distance between the two of them was less than ten centimeters, and he could reach out and touch her naked calves while curling up under the quilt.
As soon as Tang Qianrong lay down, An Jingxing covered him with the quilt and reached out to touch his forehead.
The temperature in the palm of his hand was still scalding hot. An Jingxing felt that when he was most seriously ill, the temperature was not so high.
Most probably when I came back, I caught a cold and wore wet clothes for too long.
Remembering that when she walked out of the bathroom, the man held her hands, which were cold, she felt a little guilty. She should have discovered it at that time, otherwise it wouldn't be so serious.
Thinking about it, An Jingxing stood up from the bed and wanted to get out of bed.
Tang Qianrong looked at her quietly. When he saw that she was about to leave, he frowned and reached out to hold her arm without thinking.
"It's so late, where are you going?"
I don't know if it was because of illness, but his voice sounded a little uneasy.
An Jingxing secretly laughed at himself for overthinking, how could this man be uneasy? But his heart softened and he said, "I'll go ask auntie for some cold medicine."
Tang Qianrong frowned and never let go, nor did he hold her hand.
"Forget it, don't go, it's too late."
"You have a severe fever. How can you get better without taking medicine?" She stretched out her hand and tugged at his hand, which was clutching hers, but to no avail.
An Jingxing couldn't help but feel helpless.
"Just sweat a little. Don't make them sleep poorly because of this little thing. If you really want me to relieve the fever, just come up and lie with me for a while. You are standing like this, the wind is leaking from the bed, and you are freezing to death."
"
Tang Qianrong frowned. He was in his thirties, but his words were somewhat childish and willful. Hearing this, An Jingxing was angry and laughing, but there was nothing he could do about it.
I forgot where I heard it before, men are like children when they are sick.
It seems this statement is true.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and the patient was the worst! An Jingxing finally lost the battle and crawled back to bed.
Seeing her actions, Tang Qianrong's frown relaxed. When she climbed up, he took the initiative to lift the quilt and let her get in and lie next to him.
Although An Jingxing agreed to sleep with him, he didn't want to get so close to him, so he moved his body and found a place farthest away from him to lie down.
Seeing this, Tang Qianrong's face darkened.
After a while, An Jingxing felt the man's body rubbing against her. Just as she was about to speak, the man interrupted her before she could.
"Don't you see that there is such a big space? The quilt is so small, how much air leaks into such a large space? I have a fever, you want to freeze me to death."
An Jingxing had never heard this man speak in such a tone. His unhappiness was palpable, and he even had the willfulness and domineering look of a child.
Emotions... He said he had a bad temper when he was sick. Is he really not joking? Without saying much more, An Jingxing lifted the quilt on the bed, gave up the seat next to him, and patted him.
Shoot the sheets.
Such a natural behavior, although insipid, is the kind of interaction that only occurs between two extremely close people.
It's like... a quarrelsome couple, after kicking the husband out of bed, they find out that the husband is sick, and let him back into bed again.
However, neither of them thought so much at this time. Although Tang Qianrong was sick, he felt inexplicably in a good mood and lay down at the position she pointed at.
The distance between the two of them was less than ten centimeters, and he could reach out and touch her naked calves while curling up under the quilt.
As soon as Tang Qianrong lay down, An Jingxing covered him with the quilt and reached out to touch his forehead.
The temperature in the palm of his hand was still scalding hot. An Jingxing felt that when he was most seriously ill, the temperature was not so high.
Most probably when I came back, I caught a cold and wore wet clothes for too long.
Remembering that when she walked out of the bathroom, the man held her hands, which were cold, she felt a little guilty. She should have discovered it at that time, otherwise it wouldn't be so serious.
Thinking about it, An Jingxing stood up from the bed and wanted to get out of bed.
Tang Qianrong looked at her quietly. When he saw that she was about to leave, he frowned and reached out to hold her arm without thinking.
"It's so late, where are you going?"
I don't know if it was because of illness, but his voice sounded a little uneasy.
An Jingxing secretly laughed at himself for overthinking, how could this man be uneasy? But his heart softened and he said, "I'll go ask auntie for some cold medicine."
Tang Qianrong frowned and never let go, nor did he hold her hand.
"Forget it, don't go, it's too late."
"You have a severe fever. How can you get better without taking medicine?" She stretched out her hand and tugged at his hand, which was clutching hers, but to no avail.
An Jingxing couldn't help but feel helpless.
"Just sweat a little. Don't make them sleep poorly because of this little thing. If you really want me to relieve the fever, just come up and lie with me for a while. You are standing like this, the wind is leaking from the bed, and you are freezing to death."
"
Tang Qianrong frowned. He was in his thirties, but his words were somewhat childish and willful. Hearing this, An Jingxing was angry and laughing, but there was nothing he could do about it.
I forgot where I heard it before, men are like children when they are sick.
It seems this statement is true.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and the patient was the worst! An Jingxing finally lost the battle and crawled back to bed.
Seeing her actions, Tang Qianrong's frown relaxed. When she climbed up, he took the initiative to lift the quilt and let her get in and lie next to him.
Although An Jingxing agreed to sleep with him, he didn't want to get so close to him, so he moved his body and found a place farthest away from him to lie down.
Seeing this, Tang Qianrong's face darkened.
After a while, An Jingxing felt the man's body rubbing against her. Just as she was about to speak, the man interrupted her before she could.
"Don't you see that there is such a big space? The quilt is so small, how much air leaks into such a large space? I have a fever, you want to freeze me to death."
An Jingxing had never heard this man speak in such a tone. His unhappiness was palpable, and he even had the willfulness and domineering look of a child.
Emotions... He said he had a bad temper when he was sick. Is he really not joking?
