Ling Yun had already carried Shiyu into her bedroom and slowly put her on the bed, Ling Yun had many solutions to the small problem of fever and cold, after all, he often had to perform various dangerous tasks outside.

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On the way home, Ling Yun had already bought cold medicine to reduce fever, he first went to pour a glass of warm boiled water, then took out a few pills of the medicine, sat on the edge of the bed, let Shiyu's head rest on his lap, pried open Shiyu's mouth with his hand, put the medicine in for her, and then fed in a few mouthfuls of warm boiled water.

Shiyu's lips were a little dry, Ling Yun didn't expect Shiyu's cold to come so quickly and so strongly, according to his understanding, the fever might subside this night, but tomorrow her body will definitely be very weak, and she needs to recuperate at home for a day.

After feeding her the medicine, Ling Yun helped her to pillow on the pillow again, then went to the kitchen to find a bottle of alcohol, and went to the bathroom to get a towel that Shiyu usually uses, and returned to Shiyu's boudoir bedside.

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I saw that your fever was too serious, and I helped you cool down physically. Ling Yun whispered to himself, not knowing if he could hear the poems.

He stretched out his hand and gently unbuttoned Shiyu's collar, and then untied it one by one, and gradually, Shiyu's mellow **** wearing a pink corset was revealed.

Ling Yun's gaze couldn't help but fall on Shiyu's chest, don't look at her young age, but she is very developed, the corset can't completely wrap the white and tender softness, especially the deep groove, almost let Ling Yun's eyes fall in.

Ling Yun adjusted his breathing, finally looked away, and accidentally landed on the waist of Ying Yingyi's grasp of poetry....

Ling Yun calmed down, opened her clothes, unfolded the towel found from the bathroom, and then folded it layer by layer, folded into a square, and then sprinkled it on top of the towel, soaked the towel, and then he took the towel and gently wiped it on Shiyu's neck, and then continued to wipe the ...... downward.

When alcohol scrubs the skin of patients with fever, it can not only stimulate the vasodilation of the skin of patients with high fever and increase the heat dissipation ability of the skin, but also absorb and take away a large amount of heat due to its volatile nature, so that the body temperature can drop and the symptoms can be relieved.

After wiping it a few times, Ling Yun poured a small amount of alcohol on the towel again, and then continued to wipe it, finishing wiping his neck, then his arms, and then began to wipe it on the top of his chest, as well as the tempting ravine......

A seductive moan came out of Shiyu's mouth, Rao is Lingyun's concentration, and he was also a little moved, but he still stopped his cranky thoughts and continued to wipe Shiyu's skin downward.

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, Shiyu, who was originally asleep, opened her eyes in a daze, but her face was still red, and after opening her big confused eyes, she looked at Ling Yun in front of her a little blankly.

When she realized that her clothes had been untied, and her body was displayed in front of Ling Yun, her eyes were ashamed and annoyed, and her voice was hoarse and weak...... Lingyun ....... ”

"I'm just wiping your body off, don't get me wrong. Ling Yun looked at Shiyu with a serious face.

"Poof...."Shiyu saw Ling Yun's nervous appearance here, laughed, stopped talking, and began to continue to close his eyes, I don't know if he fell asleep.

Time passed little by little, and the sound of the poem's subtle breathing came, gradually leveling down, and it seemed that he was already asleep.

Ling Yun saw Shiyu fall asleep and began to continue to help her wipe her body....

Although the delicate and soft jade body was right in front of his eyes, Ling Yun didn't have the heart to appreciate it at all, after wiping the jade body from her neck to her waist, she slowly tied her buttons, one by one, and saw that she was already halfway tied, and it was about to be tied to her chest.

Shiyu suddenly hugged Ling Yun's neck and pressed Ling Yun's face on her two softnesses, the sweet, white and tender, seductive, and faintly soft in the corset was tightly attached to Ling Yun's face, and even Ling Yun could feel the sweetness when he breathed, which was too tempting.

Ling Yun was about to break free, when Shiyu's two legs suddenly hooked directly to his waist, and Ling Yun's whole body pressed against Shiyu's body, only to see Shiyu writhing while muttering, "I'm so cold...... Hold me tight...... I'm so cold. ”

Ling Yun couldn't help but hug Shiyu tightly, and then rolled on the bed, half-covering Shiyu lay in Ling Yun's arms, muttering to himself from time to time, letting Ling Yun hug her tightly, especially when she was disheveled.....

Looking at the poem that must have been a nightmare, Ling Yun felt a little distressed in his heart.

Ling Yun struggled to get up from the bed, broke free of Shiyu's legs, and then buttoned the other buttons for her again, covered her with a quilt, and said softly: "Shiyu, you are sick, you must rest well, I am by your side." ”

Ling Yun got out of bed, adjusted his breathing, took another towel, soaked it in cold water, came over and put it on Shiyu's forehead, and then brought a chair and placed it in front of Shiyu's bed.

Ling Yun turned off the room light, sat on this chair to rest, he this night, Ling Yun has not fallen asleep, from time to time to change the wet towel on Shiyu's forehead, from time to time to feed Shiyu some warm water, every two hours to help Shiyu wipe his body, every time he wipes his body, Ling Yun has to try his best to maintain concentration.

This tossed for a night, in the early hours of the morning, Ling Yun was pleasantly surprised to find that Shiyu's body temperature had completely dropped, and after a long sigh of relief, a wave of fatigue hit, leaning back on the chair, slightly asleep.