Yang Haitao looked at her in a daze: "Change your pajamas." ”

Isn't that something to be taken for granted?

Song Xuan was anxious: "I'...... You're going to at least let me avoid it. ”

Yang Haitao continued to unbutton his button, revealing a whole face, and his voice was lazy and casual: "I don't take it all off, what are you afraid of?"

When Song Xuan reached out to untie his belt, he quickly turned his back, and found that his heart was pounding, and his fingers were trembling a little.

She asked herself, Song Xuan, what are you nervous about? Is it because the drunk Yang Haitao can move people's hearts more than usual, or because of his sturdy figure that makes you linger?

She swallowed her saliva, feeling that she was becoming more and more like Song Ran, and she was a man again, she was clearly a person with more connotation.

There was a sound of rustling behind him, Yang Haitao was wearing pajamas, for a long time, there was no movement, Song Xuan asked, "Are you dressed?"

The person behind him did not answer, so Song Xuan cautiously turned his head to look, and saw Yang Haitao with bare legs, holding pajama pants in his hand, and was about to put them on.

The four eyes met, Song Xuan felt at a loss, pointed at him and said, "You...... You, you, you......"

You've been around for a long time, and you don't know what to say next.

Yang Haitao raised his eyes to look at her, his expression was weak and pale, and a smile appeared: "If you want to see it, you can just say it." ”

Song Xuan hurriedly turned his back and gritted his teeth: "Who wants to see it?"

Yang Haitao put on his pajama pants and looked at the person with his back to him with a smile: "Okay, I'm dressed, you can turn around now." ”

Song Xuan turned around slowly, and Yang Haitao found that her face was flushed, so he teased: "With such a red face, what are you thinking in your head?"

Song Xuan looked at him with disgust: "I didn't think about anything. ”

Yang Haitao smiled, only feeling tired, and was about to lie down to sleep after dragging the quilt, Song Xuan grabbed him: "Eat something and then sleep." ”

Yang Haitao felt that he couldn't open his eyes: "I'm tired, I want to sleep." ”

On this day, he was really tired enough, plus he had a cold, and he just wanted to sleep until he was old.

"Eat and sleep. Song Xuan insisted.

Yang Haitao reached out and touched the milk cup: "Then I'll drink some milk and go to sleep." ”

"No, you can't drink milk on an empty stomach, so drink some porridge first. ”

Yang Haitao leaned on the head of the bed, really weak, Song Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the porridge bowl, and said in a gentle voice: "I'll feed you." ”

He barely opened his eyes and smiled like a child: "Okay." ”

Song Xuan hummed patiently, feeding him one bite at a time, he closed his eyes, he looked very tired, his eyes were blue, she knew that he was hard, so she felt even more distressed, and asked him in a low voice: "Is there any cold medicine at home?"

He struggled to open his eyes: "I don't know, you either ask Uncle Zhong, we just moved over, I guess not." ”

After speaking, he closed his eyes again, Song Xuan finished feeding him a bowl of porridge, fed him half a cup of milk, then picked up a handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, and took care of him to lie down in the bed.

Under the dim light, Yang Haitao frowned slightly, and seemed to be a little uncomfortable, Song Xuan touched his face, and said softly: "I'll go get you medicine, and if you take the medicine, you won't be uncomfortable." ”

Song Xuan went to ask Uncle Zhong, and Uncle Zhong woke up from his deep sleep and said that there was no such thing as cold medicine, so she could only go back to her house to get the medicine.

She cautiously sneakily ran into the living room, opened the drawer, picked it, took two boxes of medicine, and was about to get up, when she heard Wu's mother's voice sound from behind her: "Xiaoxuan, what are you doing?"