"The doctor has said that it is normal to have mild fever symptoms before the poison is completely discharged. As more and more poison is discharged, the fever will naturally subside."
She stared at him like a frightened girl, but her mind was still clear.
Zhuang Mingli was very sad.
She acted like she disliked him.
Could it be...
He had heard about emotional mysophobia, and he couldn't help but stare at her, wondering if she had emotional mysophobia.
Zhuo Jian, on the other hand, was holding herself protectively, her mind filled with chaos from the past.
Soon her cell phone reminded her that she was still an old lady. She looked at it and sighed helplessly.
"Do you need me to pick it up for you?"
"don't want."
Zhuo Jian immediately refused.
She didn't want him to scare the old lady out of her mind.
Moreover, if the old lady called at this time, it was most likely related to Fu Yanye.
Zhuo Jian thought about it, and then sent the old lady a WeChat message to reassure her.
"We have known each other for a long time, Zhuo Jian, can I call you A Jian or Jian Jian like your friend?"
"You can just call me Zhuo Jian."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him and said.
In fact, she wanted to find a room to rest.
Zhuang Mingli was not very happy, and felt a little aggrieved. He leaned slightly in front of her, keeping a slight distance but not out of bounds, "Are you mysophobic?"
"What?"
Zhuo Jian was stunned.
Why does she have mysophobia?
Those who are mysophobic are...
Zhuo Jian looked at him seriously again and suddenly fell silent.
"You get very upset when I touch you. You don't think I want to do anything to you, do you? I'm such a strong and good young man. If I really want to do something to you, wouldn't I have done it already?
It was in the south at that time, which was my territory, and we were on the roof of the building. You looked like..."
"Zhuang Mingli, if you do this again, I'm leaving."
Zhuo Jian leaned back, feeling that he was getting closer and closer, so she had to propose.
"You looked like a 28-year-old girl at that time. You were covered in thorns but you couldn't help but want to peel them off and take a look."
He hasn't drank yet, but he feels like he's starting to lose consciousness.
What is he talking about?
His voice was low and hoarse, but they were the only two in this huge sofa, and they were so close.
Zhuo Jian moved further and further back, and when her waist could no longer support her and was about to fall, his hand was placed behind her back. The posture was even more ambiguous.
Zhuo Jian was dumbfounded, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest when he looked at him.
"But I swear, I will never be polite to you unless you agree. I just touched you and I just wanted to know your body temperature. Don't be mysophobic, okay?"
He is discussing with her.
Zhuo Jian recalled the time when the two met at the police station, and the time when he was kidnapped when they met for the first time, and suddenly felt that he did not need to be so compromised.
"Zhuang Mingli, I can't hold you in my heart."
"Sooner or later you will forget him. I have a way."
He said.
Later he left and went to the kitchen.
He cooks normally.
Fortunately, it's average.
Otherwise she would really be scared to death.
He poured himself wine while eating.
Zhuo Jian looked at the glass of wine and suddenly said: "Don't drink."
"Um?"
Zhuang Mingli was surprised and thought he was hallucinating.
"Ah, I mean, drinking is harmful to your health, so it's best not to drink."
"You, no, no, no, definitely don't care about me. Is it because you feel that what you said on the sofa hurt me too much, so you care about me and comfort me?"
Zhuang Ming looked at her sharply, not daring to be sentimental, so he could only ask her cautiously and tentatively.