She couldn't help biting her lip, looking down at Fu Yanlin who was sleeping in her arms. The sweat on her forehead was thick and thin, her face was red, and her chin was covered with green residue. It was clear and vicissitudes of life, probably
It was because of the unbearable fever that he frowned unconsciously, his eyes were closed tightly, and his expression was uncomfortable.
Wen Sheng calmed down her emotions and helped him take off his soaked clothes, pants, and of course the tight-fitting shorts without any distractions.
After being freed from restraints, the scars all over his body became more shocking and exposed.
Wen Sheng changed his medicine, put gauze on him again, and put him in clean and fresh clothes.
By the early morning of the next day, it had been replaced three or four times.
But Fu Yanlin's fever still didn't subside. Instead, his body temperature rose to 41 degrees, and his whole body was as hot as a volcano and was about to be cooked.
Physical therapy did not work. Wen Sheng guessed that the injury on his body caused the high fever. She asked Song Lan and Teacher Chen to send him to the health center, but the health center was helpless. The conditions were simple and there were no antibiotics. They only prescribed some ibuprofen.
, said it can reduce fever and relieve pain.
But the medicine could not be fed to Wen Sheng no matter what. Fu Yanlin was so feverish that he was unconscious and shouted that he would not agree.
Wen Sheng helped him up and leaned against the bedside, patted his shoulder and back, and whispered in his ears with a soft and gentle voice, "Fu Yanlin, you must take medicine if you have a high fever. Can you open your mouth? I'll feed you."
Take medicine..."
"Fu Yanlin?"
"Fu Yanlin?"
Fu Yanlin lost consciousness in the middle of the process and opened his eyes slightly, but he had no strength. He only looked at Wen Sheng weakly, his dry lips wriggled twice, and he said feebly, "You don't have to hide from me, I will leave."
Wen Sheng was stabbed in the heart, and an indescribable emotion rushed over her. She didn't know what to say at this time? Or, could Fu Yanlin understand and remember what she said? p>
"Where are you going when you're like this? Take the medicine first and let's get better later." Wen Sheng sighed slightly and fed the pills, but his lips were weak and he didn't want to swallow them.
"No need..."
Wen Sheng gritted her teeth, and then her heart changed. She took the pill into her mouth and fed it to Fu Yanlin's lips, blocking his weak voice.
Fu Yanlin was stunned at first. The fever made his mind confused, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
Just when he wanted to find out, Wen Sheng withdrew her lips again, picked up the warm water in the cup and took a sip herself. Her watery deer eyes glanced at Fu Yanlin, and then she stretched out her hand to hold his chin.
, raised it slightly, tilted his head and kissed him.
The warm water flowed along her lips and tongue, then into his mouth, and the pills were swallowed into his throat.
Repeat this twice.
Wen Sheng slowly left Fu Yanlin's lips and opened half a distance, but their eyes intertwined.
Fu Yanlin's voice was choked with sobs, and he said with a hint of grievance, "Wen Sheng, what do you mean?"
"Here you take medicine." Wen Sheng thought he was awake, so naturally he was shy. After all, it was his first time doing this kind of thing, and he was blatantly taking advantage.
Fu Yanlin was a little sulky, "If you want to avoid me, why do you want to provoke me again? Huh?"
Wen Sheng simply showed her cards, and she couldn't act coy. She boldly looked into Fu Yanlin's deep eyes as dark as obsidian, and said loudly every word, "Yes, I want to provoke you."
Fu Yanlin didn't care whether it was reality or a dream, the fire in his eyes also burned. The moment she was about to let go, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her like crazy. It was not a polite kiss, it was crazy.
The possession is unique and domineering, and it is endless longing and hope.
He thought greedily that such a time was too rare and too precious. If it was a dream, it would be better to be wild.
The hands gradually become bolder.
Wen Sheng was turned over and pressed down by him, picking at will, with passion, as if he had returned to the original fit.
The simple room is filled with the out of place and charming spring light.
Only then did Wen Sheng realize that the sick man was not weak. She was held tightly by Fu Yanlin in his arms. There was no possibility of escape. His arms were like shackles, too solid and too tough. There was something about him.
This is also the case. Wen Sheng refreshed her knowledge. It turns out that a man can be so... unbridled when he is ill? Even more burning and terrifying.
But after all, he was in a state of illness. As he kissed and kissed, Fu Yanlin couldn't breathe, so he had to let go of Wen Sheng.
When Wen Sheng tidied up his clothes, she found that he had fallen asleep again.
Wen Sheng suddenly realized, could it be that he was confused just now?
Do you remember nothing after you wake up?
So who are they taking advantage of?
Wen Sheng can't care so much anymore. Anyway, this time, she wants to take the initiative.
Then, Wen Sheng changed her clothes, took the sweaty clothes that Fu Yanlin had changed, and borrowed a washing machine from the landlord. There was no dryer in the village, but the landlord was very kind and was willing to light a charcoal fire for Wen Sheng to dry her clothes.
Taking advantage of the time to bake clothes, Wen Sheng went to the canteen to buy white sugar, and was going to go back and ask the landlord to borrow a pot and japonica rice to cook a pot of sweet, soft and glutinous white porridge for Fu Yanlin.
Who knew that the proprietress of the canteen actually recognized her and asked with an envious look on her face, "Who is your man? Why didn't you see him today?"
Wen Sheng was stunned for a moment and looked at the landlady in astonishment.
The landlady smiled and babbled, "He asked me to make porridge for you yesterday, with a lot of sugar. I saw him carrying you out at night."
"My hands were all injured but I couldn't take care of them. I was afraid you would worry, so I bought a pair of gloves to cover them. I said you were a crybaby and soft-hearted..."
"Who is the man who loves you so much but you?"
Wen Sheng felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, and a smile broke out on her face, "Yes, he is my man."
That was the first time she felt that there was something sweet in the words "He is my man".
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When Fu Yanlin woke up, it was already past noon. His fever had gone down quite a bit, but he was still confused.
He had many dreams.
I dreamed that I saw Wen Sheng for the first time when I was sixteen years old. She was wearing a white knee-length dress. She had long black hair, a slender figure, a cold face as white as porcelain, and her deer eyes were as pure as the Tianshan Mountains.
The ice and snow melted, and the fairies fell into the mortal world.
She stood on the podium and looked at the people in the audience, and simply said, "Hello everyone, my name is Wen Sheng. I hear the sound of Sheng in the night."
He sat in the last row of the classroom by the window, watching her from a distance with a cold and distant smile on her face, and the paper airplane in her hand folded into a panicked look.
At that time, Fu Yanlin was thinking, how could a little girl grow up like this in this world? She did not belong to a small place like Jiazhou.
From the first moment, he wanted to take Wen Sheng as his own.
He dreamed again that when he was eighteen years old, his hands were covered with blood, holding a knife, watching the person under his feet twitching, and he felt stupid, but he still trembled and warned, "If I see you following Wen Sheng again, I will
Kill you——"
Although he was a bastard, got into fights, skipped classes online and drank too much, stayed out at night... he had a lot of problems, and it was the first time in his life that he could use a knife.