Gu Nuanci made a sad face and stepped back, trying her best to resist the pills he handed over: "So what if I am a specially trained police officer in the army? Am I not a human being?"
Let me tell you, Lu Zizhong, I have almost never taken medicine since I was a child. This medicine is too bitter!"
Lu Zizhong looked at the painful expression on her face and laughed out loud: "But you have a fever now. If you don't eat, what if your brain is burned out?"
Gu Nuanci's eyes widened: "Who did you say burned out your brain? You burned out your brain. Although I don't want to take medicine, I went back to drink some ginger tea and lay in bed to sweat. I felt like I had a fever.
You can retreat.”
Seeing that his wife was angry, Lu Zizhong quickly tried to please her: "You are not a doctor. Our third child just said that you already have a high fever. Drinking some ginger soup will not help much. You must take medicine!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed her head: "Tell me, little girl, what's going on in your head? You jumped into the pond in such a cold weather. You even ran around in wet clothes for most of the day.
Aren’t you deliberately trying to get sick?”
For some reason, his words suddenly reminded her of what happened last night, and of Gu Yihan, and the expression on her face suddenly became sad.
Gu Nuanci slapped his hand away: "Lu Zizhong, do you think I am willing to run around in wet clothes in the middle of the night? That's because my sister is in danger. If it had been any later yesterday, my sister might have died!"
Seeing her mood suddenly so low, Lu Zizhong regretted his outspokenness just now.
He closed the tea cup, put it away, and started the car.
It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and he remembered that the little girl said that she had not had breakfast at all in the morning. So he drove to a restaurant they often went to.
After the car stopped at the entrance of the restaurant, Gu Nuanci, who had been immersed in his own sadness, suddenly raised his head: "Lu Zizhong, where are you? Aren't you going to take me back to your home?"
Lu Zizhong raised his hand and touched her forehead. It was still worryingly hot.
He reached out and pulled her out of the car: "Xiao Ci, it's already three o'clock in the afternoon. Have you not eaten since morning?"
What he said was true. Although Gu Nuanci had undergone special training in the base since he was a child, his physical fitness was particularly good.
However, she hadn't eaten since morning and had a high fever. At this time, her legs felt weak and her whole body was weak. After getting off the car, she accidentally fell into Lu Zizhong's arms.
"Xiao Ci, what's wrong with you?" Lu Zizhong took the opportunity to hug her and asked nervously.
Gu Nuanci was in his arms, her face flushed with embarrassment: "You are right, I haven't eaten since morning, and my legs are a little weak due to fever. Don't get me wrong!"
Lu Zizhong stretched out his hand and hugged her waist tightly, leaned into her ear and deliberately whispered, "What did I misunderstand?"
His warm breath blew on Gu Nuanci's neck, making her face feel even hotter: "You misunderstood that I deliberately threw myself into your arms? Let me tell you, I am not interested in you at all right now.
.
You know very well that I married you solely to save my sister!"
After listening to her words, Lu Zizhong sighed softly, hugged her hard and walked into the restaurant: "Xiao Ci, you don't have to keep reminding me. I know that you are not willing to marry me!"
While talking, he found a seat by the window, helped Gu Nuanci sit down, and ordered some light vegetable and lean meat porridge.
