Chapter 90: Is that the point?

"Hello? Water sound? That one...... Cheng seemed to have a fever, so I stayed to take care of him, so I didn't go to the hot springs first. After Nishimori helped Cheng to his bedside, he hurriedly called Shuiyin.

"No, no, I can handle it alone, he is doing it himself, it's good to teach him a lesson." Nishishou said, viciously glancing at Cheng, who was already "drunk" and collapsed on the bed unconscious.

"Well, don't worry, I'll call you if you need to." Xishou didn't care about talking too much, and Cheng was already complaining.

Xishou put down the phone and looked at Cheng who was sick in front of him, and he became anxious. Now it's not beating, it's not scolding. has a fire in his belly, but he can't shoot at a sick number. It is said that you are prone to colds alternately in hot and cold, and you sit in an air-conditioned room sweating and eat chilled watermelon to sleep to relieve your fatigue, who can save you......

When Cheng is not sensible, Nishimori can't wait to bite him with his teeth.

"Be obedient and cover the quilt." Although she is very resistant in her heart, she is still very caring in her behavior. Nishimori wraps the bereavement tightly like covering the leftover braised pork ribs with plastic wrap, and it will be better to warm up his body with sweat. Cheng may have burned his joints a little sore, and his brain was dizzy, like a mountain of one hundred and forty pounds, which could not be moved or pushed over.

"I'll go boil some hot water for you, and they will buy medicine and come back." Nishimori didn't know if he had the consciousness to hear what she was saying at this moment, but she felt that it would make him feel reassured that someone was talking to him.

Cheng closed his eyes in pain, and bit his lip with his upper teeth, leaving a gap. The sound of breathing was rough and slow, the roots of the ears were bloodshot, and the palms of the hands were cold.

Saimori looked anxious in her eyes, and she covered Naru's forehead with the back of her hand, the astonishing heat reminded her of the blazing sand. Nishimori reached into the quilt with both hands and held Cheng's left hand, trying to keep the temperature on his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, the coldness of his fingertips still pierced Saimori's sensitive nerves.

"I remember that the water sound said that the medicine kit is purple......" Nishimori couldn't help but feel a little flustered as he watched Cheng's physical state change one hundred and eighty degrees in half a day. She needed to take his temperature, and his fever was worse than she expected.

"Raise your arm, clamp it." Nishimori propped up the quilt with his body, and then fiddled with Cheng's left arm. "Clamp it!" Even if Nishimori gave the order, his arm couldn't understand it......

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Cheng subconsciously replied to Nishimori's words, of course, I don't know which sentence he answered, it depends on the speed of subconscious transmission.

Nishimori scurried to the other side of the bed, his hands rubbing his palms together quickly.

"Di Di Di ......" Nishimori pulled out the thermometer - thirty-nine degrees one, good guy, let you do it!

Nishimori thought about it as he said it casually.

At this moment, the spout of the kettle rang again.

"You lie down quietly first, and I'll get you a cup of hot water." In fact, every word Xi Shou said, Chengdu on the sickbed heard it clearly, and even because of other senses paralysis, it was clearer than usual, but he couldn't give any feedback, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his eyelids now. If you ask Cheng what he feels and thinks now......

Of course, it's beautiful.

Being cared for by someone who has always been cared for by him is the happiest thing for him.

The girl who used to be timid and inferior, with a slight stutter, has grown up a lot.

Cheng, who was swimming in the memories in his mind to escape the torture of illness, suddenly felt that something was burning......

"Stepping on, it's a hot water bottle." Nishimori lifted the quilt and threw it at Cheng's feet.

Fortunately, she has little strength and accurate aim, otherwise it will be a problem to get married in the future.

The title "Xiaoying ......" is from the sound of water, and Cheng usually calls her "dandelion" or "hey". Cheng's voice is very weak, and it is difficult to catch it without listening carefully.

"Huh?" Nishimori sat on his pillow, answering as he checked the gap between the quilt and him with his hands.

"Sorry ......" Cheng's facial expressions were pulled together, and his brows were tightly knit because his vision was blurred, revealing only a little pupil; The restless body temperature and blood pressure make the upper eyelids full of hot blood, and if you squeeze your eyes, you will feel the heat boiling.

"Alright...... There are times when you apologize. Nishimori gently turned his head for him, then handed him the small cup and helped him drink it.

The drops of water on the rim of the cup slid down Cheng's throat and dried up before they reached his neck. Now even if he regrets ten thousand times in his heart, it will be useless. Only at the moment when the disease possesses oneself will one begin to pay attention and introspect.

Nishimori turned off all light except for the faint yellow bedside lamp, and then sat down on his pillow, watching his face quietly and fascinated. Suddenly, a flash flashed in Nishimori's skull, and what appeared in front of him turned into the scene in the hospital last year.

The two almost overlapping scars are still shocking.

Nishimori had talked to him about it many times, but all his apologies and self-blame had been dispelled by a well-intentioned joke.

"It's a knight's mark. The people with it can protect you. ”

It's precisely because of Cheng's existence that he hasn't become the person he hates.

Xi Shou leaned into Cheng's palm little by little in the quilt, and her movements were very gentle, for fear of waking up Cheng, who had finally fallen asleep. The two of them touched their fingers, and the coolness of their fingertips had not yet disappeared. Nishimori clasped his hand and pondered what he had thought and felt when he peeked at his sleeping face on the night he took care of Pari.

Now she knows the answer.

Nishimori held his breathing more and more unevenly, and his neck seemed to be hanging from a jack pendant, and he had to get close to Cheng's face in a slight.

This is what Mizune calls "creating opportunities", right?

This thought occupies Nishimori's heart at this moment.

Chengshi's rapid and slow breathing hit Nishimori's lips, making her heart tighten.

The distance measured in millimeters forced Saimoru to close his eyes at the last moment, and she thought that if Cheng suddenly woke up at this time, she would kiss him as if she didn't know.

"Drop!" The abrupt sound of unlocking the keycard solidified the atmosphere of the whole room, and the Eighth Symphony in B minor, which was playing in Nishimori's heart, came to an abrupt end.

For a split second, Nishimori brought the distance between the two back to where they had been two minutes ago.

Coming in from outside the door, of course, was the sound of water and fog holding fever reducers.

"How's it going?" The moment Shui Yin turned into the bedroom, he saw the back of Nishi Shouzheng pulling back his left hand in a panic.

"Hmm...... Thirty-nine degrees one, after drinking some hot water, I fell asleep temporarily. Nishimori only twisted his face slightly, and the yellow light cleverly concealed her pink face.

In fact, Nishimori has been holding his hand, and Shui Yin will not feel the slightest disobedience. But this small move of Xishou is obviously a ghost in his heart. Shui Yin privately nunu mouthed, thinking: It seems that the illness has not affected the love between the little couple!

"Sister Wu will sleep upstairs tonight, right?" Shui Yin discussed. At this moment, the fog was looking at his beloved apprentice worriedly.

"Well, contact me if you have something."

After taking the medicine, my forehead began to sweat slightly, and my expression became much more relaxed. After Shuiyin scalded two towels and handed them to Nishimori, he wanted to deliberately test her mind. "Shall I accompany you?" Shui Yin asked her.

"It's okay, you go to bed early, I'll go to sleep in a while, this guy shouldn't have any problems now." Nishimori's careful thinking Shui Yin understands too well.

Shui Yin didn't insist anymore, walked to the leftmost bed and fell asleep happily, and the tired sleeping appearance with exaggerated acting skills did not make Nishimori have a trace of suspicion.

Nishimori was still guarding the slightly sunken pillow, his gaze wandering between Cheng's cheeks and neck.

The conductor of the Eighth Symphony in B minor took up the baton again, and all the members of the orchestra focused on her.

If you ask if there are any such opportunities, how many are they usually. There are many, but don't look at the usual scale of the conversation between the two, it's just lip service, in fact, they are still at the level of elementary school students falling in love.

One has a thief's heart but no thief's guts, and the other has no thief's heart and no thief's guts.

The word "thief" may not be accurate, but Nishimori's actions at this time are like being a thief......

It's good to meet next to the reef to collect shells and watch the sunrise together, but Saimoru doesn't rule out a life that goes further, like a couple. However, Cheng has been disconnected.

So Nishimori naturally became more and more proactive.

Think of it as a bedtime kiss, right? Nishimori thought of an excuse in his heart, not to explain it to anyone, but to convince himself......

The symphony is coming to an end, and there is not much time left for Saimori. After reconfirming that Mizune was asleep, Nishimori stubbornly approached Nari for the second time.

The moment the lips touched each other, the left eye, which had been squinted into a slit, finally closed.

I can finally let my mother sleep well...... The sound of water shouted inwardly.

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"Oh my God! I can't believe that such a well-behaved Xiaoying would be so proactive! You know what! I almost screamed out in excitement! Shui Yin has been talking to Yu Xia from beginning to end for more than half an hour, and Shui Yin didn't even breathe in the middle.

"So......" Haxia maintained the same plaintive look in her eyes.

"You carried me to Turtle Island, didn't you......"