Leng Ran took the impurity and looked at the squatting boy in front of him, feeling unspeakable emotions spreading in his heart.
Picking up the magazine in her hand, she unfolded it to cover her face, tears rolling out of her eyes.
She is so stupid. Why didn't she realize that she liked him before? If nothing happened to her leg, she would definitely fall in love with him...like all lovers do, do interesting things together.
Watching movies, traveling, dating...
Hearing something wrong with her breathing, he raised his face.
I saw the magazine covering her face, but the hand holding the magazine was trembling.
Water drops dripped from the back of the magazine and fell on the back of his hand, making it slightly cold.
Could it be that I felt a pain in my heart and immediately coughed lightly.
"Little?!"
"Well." Leng Ran was busy adjusting his mood and asked behind the magazine, "What's wrong?"
"My face is itchy, please scratch it for me," Mo Fei said.
"You don't have any hands!" Leng Ran scolded, then retracted one hand and wiped his face quietly, "The writing in this shabby magazine is really sensational..."
Putting down the magazine in her hand, she lowered her face and looked at him, "Where?"
"left!"
Stretching out her palm to hold his face, she gently stroked his left cheek with her fingers, "This?"
"That's the right side!" Could it be a deliberate misinterpretation.
"What? This is the left!"
"But, you don't use the right side?"
"I am on the right hand, but your face is on the left. We are facing each other in opposite directions."
"Oh...that's a mistake." He smiled, "That's the right side of the face."
Leng Ran shrugged helplessly and gently stroked his right cheek, "Are you feeling better?"
Her fingers gently stroked her cheek, giving him a lustful feeling.
"It's still a little itchy."
Leng Ran held his face with one hand, and he came closer.
"Are you allergic?"
Looking carefully at his face, I only felt that his cheeks were a little hot and slightly red, but there were no blisters or anything like that.
Feeling his strange warmth under her fingers, Leng Ran raised her hand to touch her forehead, then his, and finally she brought her face closer and pressed her forehead against his.
His skin was hot.
She stretched out her fingers again and tested the temperature of his neck, which was also dry and hot.
"Go find a personal thermometer and check your temperature."
"fine……"
"No way!" Leng Ran held his face with both hands, "If you really catch a cold, we won't be able to leave!"
"Then let me wipe your feet first."
He took a towel and wiped her feet clean. Mo Fei poured water, then took out the spare medicine box, took out the thermometer, wiped it clean with cotton wool, stuffed it into her mouth, and patted the empty space beside her.
Seeing him sit down, she tilted her head to look at the temperature displayed on his thermometer.
The temperature on the electronic thermometer changed rapidly, exceeding 37 in a while, and continued to increase until it reached 38 degrees 2, and finally stabilized.
"She said she didn't have a fever!" Leng Ran frowned and glared at him, took the medicine box on the side, rummaged through it a few times, found a box of cold medicine, and handed it to him. She stretched her legs to the ground, "I'll help you pour some water.
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"No, I'll do it myself!" Mo Fei pushed her back on the bed, got up, got some water, and drank the pills. "Don't worry, it's just a little cold. You'll be fine after a nap."
"Go to bed quickly." Leng Ran urged.
"I'm not sleepy now. Let's chat for a while. How about... let's watch a movie. I brought a lot of DVDs..." Mo Fei opened the drawer and looked through the videos inside, "What do you want to watch? Cartoons...
…Oh, by the way, I have Fast and Furious 7 here. I heard the reviews say the movie is pretty good, do you want to watch it?”
