Face, neck, collarbone...... All the way down, the place where the towel went was cold, and she began to stop moving, just as she was enjoying the other party's 'service' with peace of mind, the other party suddenly stopped.

Then her forehead was gently leaned down, and a dragonfly kiss fell on her face. The other sighed a few times, then picked up the towel again and began to wipe her shoulder.

Zhao Qingran was wearing a loose nightdress at this time, with a large neckline, so the other party just gently tugged on her shoulders and exposed her shoulders to the air.

Ji Weiyan picked up a towel to wipe her shoulders for her, felt the stickiness on her body, thought about it, and half-faded her pajamas to her waist.

Touching her jade-like flawless skin, and the full and upright ups and downs of her chest, his eyes were slightly deep, and the movements of his hands paused.

Because of the fever, her skin was a little pink, and the snow-white undulations almost dazzled his eyes, Ji Weiyan sighed and continued to wipe her upper body.

Finally finished wiping his upper body with difficulty, he pushed her clothes up, looked at her slender legs underneath, and couldn't help but support his forehead.

This is all a test of his restraint......

Ji Weiyan pushed the hem of her nightdress up again, revealing her straight and slender long legs, he rubbed her legs seriously, his fingers inevitably touched her smooth skin, he took a deep breath, and then smiled self-deprecatingly.

He has always had a strong self-control in this regard, and if he doesn't want to, even if the other party strips naked, standing in front of him, he won't feel half a point. But it's the woman in the bed, even if he doesn't do anything, he wants to be close to her......

Finally finished wiping her body, Ji Weiyan helped her change into clean clothes, and then heard a dry voice, "Water ......", he quickly took the water on the table and helped her up.

After feeding her water, he took off his shoes and went to bed again, and gently hugged her from behind. Feeling the warmth on her body, he hugged her tighter again.

Because he was afraid that something would happen to Zhao Qingran in the middle of the night, Ji Weiyan almost didn't fall asleep much, and kept observing her movements. Feeding her water several times and wiping her sweat several times, he felt that the temperature on her forehead seemed to gradually drop, and then he closed his eyes and squinted slightly.

The early morning sun shone into the room, casting circles of light on the smooth floor, Zhao Qingran opened his eyes dimly, and then held his head.

She actually has a fever? She seemed to remember that she seemed to be on a drip......

There was a shallow breathing behind her, and she was stunned and couldn't help but look down.

A slender and stylish hand was on her waist, with distinct joints, very beautiful, she naturally knew whose hand it was, so she subconsciously frowned.

Ji Weiyan, why is he here?

Vaguely remembering that someone seemed to be taking care of himself last night, a trace of complexity flashed in Zhao Qingran's eyes.

It's him?

Although she was unconscious, she could still feel that someone was feeding her water and touching her forehead...... What is he doing with all this with a false heart? Do you really think of yourself as a plaything, and do whatever you want? Tease when you're happy, and use it as a tool to vent when you're unhappy?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but push his hand, but she didn't expect the person behind her to turn her over, and the force on her hand was heavier.

"You ......"

Zhao Qingran just wanted to say something, but after his eyes touched Ji Weiyan's face, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. His handsome face was so close to her that she could even see his thick eyelashes, he shouldn't have woken up yet, his eyes were tightly closed, his sexy thin lips were pursed a little, and his skin was even better than that of a girl.

Ji Weiyan, who was asleep, no longer gave people a huge sense of oppression, his expression was a little tired, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't know what he dreamed of, and a trace of grief flashed on his face.

Grieved? Zhao Qingran smiled self-deprecatingly, she should have seen it wrong, how could a person like Ji Weiyan have such emotions? He is a devil, and in his eyes, what will make him feel sad?

Thinking of this, she pushed him impatiently, and seeing that he still didn't move, she forcibly broke his hand, and when she was about to sit up, Ji Weiyan suddenly opened her eyes.

"Baby."

His deep eyes looked straight at her, and his voice was a little lazy and hoarse as he woke up, and when he saw that she was about to get up, he stretched out his big hand and pulled her back.

"Does your head still hurt?"

He reached out to her forehead and touched it very naturally, feeling that it was not as hot as yesterday, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

I took care of her all night yesterday, but fortunately, the fever is almost gone......

But how did he fall asleep afterward? Ji Weiyan helped his head, remembering that he saw that the sky was almost dawn, and he planned to squint slightly for a few minutes, but he didn't expect to sleep for so long?

Zhao Qingran didn't answer, just said an irrelevant word, "Let go." ”

"Where do you want to go?"

Ji Weiyan looked at her again, and there was a chill in his eyes. I have been taking care of her, but she hasn't even said thank you? And where does she want to go so early in the morning?

The arms holding her couldn't help but tighten a little, and their eyes became sharp. Zhao Qingran saw that he didn't want to let go of himself at all, and couldn't help but answer coldly.

"Go to the bathroom, what, you're going too?"

Hearing her words, Ji Weiyan let go of her. After getting free, Zhao Qingran immediately got up and hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

Because of the drip, she had already wanted to go to the toilet, and if Ji Weiyan didn't let go of her, she might not be able to hold it back......

After going to the toilet, she simply washed up by the way, and wanted to take a shower, but found that the clothes she wore yesterday had been changed, and her body was not as sticky as she imagined. Vaguely remembering the cold towel, her face couldn't help but have some complications.

After coming out of the bathroom, Zhao Qingran found that Ji Weiyan was already dressed neatly, he was wearing a light blue shirt and a pair of beige trousers underneath.

Ji Weiyan rarely wears this kind of clothes, and most of the time it is shirts and trousers, so when she saw him for the first time, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Noticing her gaze, Ji Weiyan walked towards her, still holding a thermometer in his hand.

"Take your temperature."

Although her complexion was much better than yesterday, but she still had to be sure, he raised his eyebrows, and regardless of whether she took it or not, he stuffed it directly into her hand.

Zhao Qingran didn't know why she had a fever, although her head didn't hurt so much now, she was still a little dizzy, so she didn't refuse, picked up the thermometer and sat on the edge of the bed and measured it.

Ji Weiyan saw her sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, so she walked to the small bookshelf in the room with satisfaction, picked up a book and read it.

He flipped through the book casually, and the sunlight shone in through the window, casting a shadow on his delicate face. He lazily leaned in front of the bookshelf, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up a little, the straight bridge of the nose, and the perfect lip shape made people can't help but be attracted to him.

Zhao Qingran looked at his sanctimonious appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little sarcastic in his heart. What if such a devil has a good skin?

"Baby, how did you know there was a basement in the room last time?"

Ji Weiyan suddenly spoke, and there was no emotion on his face. Zhao Qingran frowned, not knowing how he brought up this matter, and when she was silent, he spoke again.

"Stop thinking about running away."

Ji Weiyan looked at her with a smile, and his tone was a little meaningful.

"Also, the people who helped you escape will also end up very serious."

He looked at her deeply a few more times, not knowing what it meant, but it made Zhao Qingran's heart tremble. Thinking of what Su Yuan had suffered before, a trace of anger flashed in her eyes.

"Here, show me."

Ji Weiyan ignored her eyes and stretched out his hand towards her. Zhao Qingran didn't want to give it to him, so he took it out and took a look.

37.3, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As soon as he finished reading it, the thermometer was snatched away, Ji Weiyan looked at the temperature on it carefully, and after a while, he didn't know what he thought, he raised his eyes to look at her again.

"Your physique is too weak, I will find a nutritionist in the future to be responsible for your diet."

She is so thin, she usually feels petite, even a very ordinary fever, can be unconscious, if this continues, if there are other problems in the body in the future, wouldn't it be more serious?

"My woman, there is no one as skinny as you."

Zhao Qingran couldn't help but sneer when he heard this, "Mr. Ji, I'm not your woman. ”

Is he too self-righteous, and what right does he have to judge her figure here? Also his woman? It's disgusting to think about it.

"I've done it so many times, and it's not my woman?"

Ji Weiyan approached the side of the bed and leaned over to look at her, his eyes were so sharp that he seemed to see through her, Zhao Qingran hooked his lips mockingly, and raised his head to meet his eyes.

"Mr. Ji, you may have forgotten that I'm just your plaything."

She deliberately accentuated the word plaything, and the undisguised sarcasm made Ji Weiyan's gaze at her deeper.

"Do you mind who you are?"

The smile on his lips deepened, and his eyes were a little hot, and although he knew what she meant, it was obvious that he was deliberately misinterpreting her words.

"Identity?"

Zhao Qingran raised the corners of his mouth disdainfully, as if he had heard some joke, and replied sharply.

"What's there to mind about?"

If at the beginning she still wished for him to die, angry that he imprisoned herself, but now, she has slowly become indifferent, he is a devil, and one day, she will make him pay......

Ji Weiyan took in her expression, and he stared at her face, his eyes were deeper. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly, a deep voice resounding through the room.

"Kiyozen, be my woman."