Finally saw the woman he was missing, Lei Ziqian suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms, buried his head in the fragrance of her body that he had missed for many days, and his heart suddenly swelled with satisfaction, and he forgot that he was embarrassed at this time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bodies of the two were close to each other, and through his wet body, the clothes on Pei Xiaorou's body were slowly soaked.

The cold rain on the man's cheeks slid down her neck, but she didn't feel the cold at all, because the hot temperature of his whole body spread to her skin, melting the cold rain and making the worry in her eyes deeper.

The man clamped her tightly, as if he wanted to take her into his arms, buried his head in her shoulders and neck, closed his eyes and kept whispering her name, "Xiaorou, Xiaorou".

His low noise clearly entered Bei Xiaorou's ears under the pouring rain, and one after another seemed to hit her heart, just like entering the bone marrow at this moment, making her unbearable pain.

She laboriously supported the big umbrella with one hand, covering the rain for the man who was already soaking wet, and the growing rain curtain filled the sky and the earth with a penetrating chill, but Bei Xiaorou felt that her whole person was like a warm stove, and the hot temperature that continued to radiate from the man holding him made her more and more frightened.

She stretched out her other hand to climb the man's shoulder, feeling that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and seemed to have pressed most of the strength on her body, her heart hurt, she frowned, and whispered in his ear: "Ziqian, you wake up first, I'll take you up, okay?" ”

The man who was in a semi-conscious coma opened his eyes when he heard her words, and the big hand holding her tightened more and more, as if he was afraid that she would run away, "Don't go!" ”

"I'm not leaving, I'm here!" Bei Xiaorou's heart suddenly hurt, and the hand that climbed on his shoulder and patted it gently, soothing his uneasiness, "You're sick and can't stand here anymore, can I take you upstairs?" ”

Her soft noise slowly came into the man's ears, as if he could feel the worry in her words, and Lei Ziqian's eyes slowly opened.

There was a torrential rain curtain in front of him, he blinked, his eyebrows were locked, his consciousness seemed to be clear for a moment, the head leaning on the woman's shoulder nodded slightly, and then slowly lifted it, the tall body that was originally hugging the woman was slightly on one side, and the big hand stretched out to pull her sideways into the crook of the arm, and walked forward with weak steps.

Bei Xiaorou, who was tightly held by him, was afraid that he would get caught in the rain again, so she hurriedly approached him with an umbrella, half of her body was in the rain, but she seemed to be unconscious, and the two of them staggered towards the building.

The rain curtain was blocked, and their faces and bodies were soaked with rain while walking, and they looked extremely embarrassed.

The man's strength seemed to have been exhausted in the march just now, and his closed eyes showed that he had fallen into a coma again, and his tall body was shaking and he was about to fall to the ground.

Bei Xiaorou's long hair had already been wet by the heavy rain, sticking to her face in embarrassment, seeing that the man was about to fall, her heart tightened, the big umbrella slipped from her hand, and her hands hurriedly passed under the man's armpits.

Lei Ziqian closed her eyes tightly and hung her head, the weight of her whole body was pressed on Bei Xiaorou's thin shoulders, she turned her head to look at the elevator not far away, gritted her teeth and struggled to support his heavy body, moving her steps slightly, wanting to bring him to the elevator like this.

Because the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Song Weize, who really couldn't come down to check, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw two people in embarrassment not far away, his eyebrows froze, and he hurriedly walked over.

Bei Xiaorou, who was bowing her head and moving forward, suddenly felt the weight on her body light, she raised her head and looked, and saw Song Weize, who had a solemn face, put Lei Ziqian's hand on her shoulder and propped up the man who fell into a coma.

Her eyes lit up for a moment, and she exhaled softly, and the two of them walked into the elevator with the unconscious man in their arms.

Hearing the doorbell ringing, Mother Song hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, her eyes fell on the man who was supported by the two of them in the middle, and looked down to see clearly, and then hurriedly turned sideways to let them enter the door, and asked worriedly while following behind, "What's the matter?" Xiaorou, why are you soaking wet? This, who is this? ”

"Mom, you go to my room and get a set of clean clothes, Dad, help me bring the medicine kit."

Song Weize walked in, whispered and quickly instructed, while Bei Xiaorou turned her head sideways, looked apologetically at Song's mother, who was following closely behind, followed Song Weize's steps, and sent the man into her room.

Father Song, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, also hurriedly stood up when he saw this, glanced at Mother Song, although he was full of questions, he didn't ask anything more, and hurriedly turned around to get what Song Weize needed.

In the room, after the two of them placed Lei Ziqian on the bed, Bei Xiaorou hurriedly turned around and was about to walk towards the bathroom, wanting to twist a hot towel to wipe the man's body, and was about to walk out, but Song Weize reached out and grabbed her, and when she looked at her in surprise, she frowned and said in a deep voice: "He handed it over to me, you go take a hot shower first, and change the wet clothes on your body to avoid catching a cold." ”

"It's okay with me, I ......" Looking at the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed and falling into a coma, Bei Xiaorou's eyes were full of worry, and she didn't want to take a step away at all.

Song Weize's face sank suddenly, his eyes were disapproving, and he looked at her sternly, "If you fall ill, who will take care of him?" ”

Looking at the worry on his serious face, Bei Xiaorou was silent for a moment, then finally nodded, turned her head to look at the man lying quietly on the bed, she pursed her lips, turned around and took a set of clothes in the closet, went to the bathroom outside and rinsed quickly, and then couldn't wait to return to the room.

In the room, Song Weize had already changed his wet clothes for Lei Ziqian, measured his temperature, and let the half-conscious man take the medicine, and he was standing by the window at this time and didn't know what he was thinking, when he heard footsteps, he turned his head slightly.

Bei Xiaorou was worried about Lei Ziqian's situation, and walked straight to the bed, the man who had cleaned up at this moment looked more and more pale, and his tightly pursed lips were slightly chapped, which made the man who usually looked majestic a lot more vulnerable, and his tightly locked eyebrows moved slightly from time to time, looking very uncomfortable.

Her heart tightened suddenly, her eyes were full of distress, she slowly leaned over, stretched out her hand to probe the temperature on the man's forehead, felt that the palm of her hand was still a little hot, and the worry in her eyes was a little deeper.

I don't know if it was her slightly cold palm that made the man feel comfortable, his tightly locked eyebrows loosened slightly, and his originally closed eyes turned slightly, and then slowly opened.

Bei Xiaorou, who had been staring at him, saw that her eyes lit up slightly, she slowly withdrew her hand and called out "Ziqian" in a low voice.

Lei Ziqian's eyes were half-open, his consciousness was still blurred, but he seemed to be able to clearly feel the existence of the woman in front of him, and hurriedly reached out to clasp her little hand.

He stretched out his arms and hugged the woman's petite body tightly, feeling this familiar touch in a half-dazed way, the force in his hand became tighter and tighter, he tightened his eyebrows, and muttered in a low and uneasy voice, "Don't go!" ”

Bei Xiaorou lay on the man's chest, listening to the powerful heartbeat from his chest, and his words were whispering in his ears, she had never seen him so fragile and helpless, her nose was sore, a stinging pain swelled in her heart, and tears faintly appeared in her eyes.