"Well, drank a little." Fu Zichen answered, tore off his bow tie, took off his blazer, and threw it on the bed casually.

Tang Luoran stepped forward to straighten out the suit on the bed and hang it in the closet, and Fu Zichen had already jumped past her and walked to the bathroom......

"I came back to you because ......," Tang Luoran turned around.

However, with a 'bang', the bathroom door was closed, blocking all her voice.

After a while, the sound of rushing water could be heard in the bathroom.

Staring at the sturdy body faintly projected on the bathroom glass door, Tang Luoran was speechless for a while.

She suddenly remembered the wedding night in her mind, Fu Zichen was also drunk when she returned to the wedding room, she took the initiative to support him, but in exchange for his dense kisses.

The kiss was hot and humid, as if it was going to be eaten alive, and the kiss was dark, and the two of them fell to the soft bed in unison.

It was their only contact since that incident, and the most intimate, as if it were routine.

By the next day, everything was back to its original state, and they were the most familiar strangers.

Tang Luoran never thought that this kind of dull and uneventful days would last for five full years.

Tang Luoran has been sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for Fu Zichen to come out, after all, she has not forgotten what the purpose of her coming back today is, but the sound of water in the bathroom has not slowed down, she hurriedly glanced at the bathroom door, and continued to wait uneasily.

After about an hour passed, Tang Luoran finally got up, walked quickly to the glass sliding door of the bathroom, and knocked twice, "Fu Zichen?" ”

No one answered in the bathroom.

"Fu Zichen? Are you still there? ”

"Fu Zichen?"

Tang Luoran's hand clenched into a fist and knocked it twice, his ears carefully listened to the movement coming from inside, but there was nothing else except the sound of flowing water.

She suddenly became anxious, walked back to the cabinet under the dresser and took out the unlocked key, crackled against the bathroom door for a while, and the moment she opened the sliding door to both sides, a wave of heat swept in.

In the faintly rising mist, Tang Luoran saw at a glance the man in the bathtub with a half-exposed sturdy back, wheat-colored and muscular arms on both sides of the bath, and his whole body was soaked in the pool water.

Tang Luoran's face was half red, but he had to face the steaming heat in the room and walk to Fu Zichen's side.

The man seemed to be asleep, his eyes were closed, his pale red lips were coldly pursed, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly frowned, as if he was not restless even if he was asleep.

Smelling the light breath that belongs to a man, Tang Luoran's face was slightly drunk, she squatted down, and her fingertips lightly touched Fu Zichen's shoulder.

And Fu Zichen is like unconscious, still maintaining this posture.

Tang Luoran finally sensed that something was wrong, especially the hot heat that had just passed from his fingertips was very abnormal.

She raised the back of her hand and went straight to touch Fu Zichen's forehead, only touched it lightly and then immediately let go of her hand, the scorching temperature made Tang Luoran realize that Fu Zichen was not only drunk, but also had a fever?!

Is this a mild fever caused by overexertion?

Tang Luoran seemed to be able to feel the burning heat emanating from the man in front of her, and carefully looked at his frowning brows in his sleep, and her heart was actually pinched.

No matter how many official duties you have and how heavy the things you deal with, you must pay attention to rest......

This man also doesn't care about his body too much!

So what to do now? If you continue to indulge Fu Zichen in the pool, it will definitely aggravate his condition.

Then the first thing she had to do now was to drag Fu Zichen out of the bath first, and then help him dry himself before hunching him onto the big bed.

It's just that just thinking about this matter is enough to make Tang Luoran's face blush and heartbeat.

After pondering for a few seconds, Tang Luoran simply gritted his teeth, bent down, wrapped his arms around Fu Zichen's lean body, and supported him hard......

During the whole process, Tang Luoran kept his head down, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his eyes to look at Fu Zichen.

Especially when she took a bath towel to wipe the man's unspeakable place, her fingers trembled several times, and her lower lip was almost bitten by her.

Tang Luoran is not short, about one meter six or seven, but Fu Zichen's tall body of nearly one meter eighty-five is pressed on her shoulders, and it is very difficult for her to even take a step.

Finally put Fu Zichen on the bed, Tang Luoran was tired and out of breath, she didn't care about resting, pulled on the futon to help Fu Zichen fold it, and then went downstairs to pour water and get antipyretics, and by the way, wrung a towel soaked in ice water, and put it on Fu Zichen's forehead to cool him down.

It wasn't until about three o'clock in the morning that Fu Zichen's body temperature finally showed a downward trend.

Tang Luoran finally breathed a sigh of relief, she washed the towel and dried it on the balcony, then turned around and went back to the bedroom, but only took two steps-

The silence of "Dudu ......" was broken by the sudden melody of the mobile phone.

In the middle of the night, the bell rang too suddenly, startling Tang Luoran, her first reaction was to see if Fu Zichen on the bed was disturbed by this sound, but when she found that the man's breathing was still steady and there was no tendency to wake up, she exhaled lightly.

Tang Luoran quickly moved his legs, stepped on the floor with very light steps, walked to the wardrobe where Fu Zichen's suit was hung, took out the large-screen mobile phone from his suit pocket, and then pressed the mute button.

The phone stopped vibrating wildly, but the screen was still flashing, and the word 'Xiaozi' on the caller ID did not escape Tang Luoran's sight.

It's Yin Zi.

This realization made Tang Luoran feel that something bitter was stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it when he wanted to, and he couldn't spit it out.

She held the black ultra-clear screen tightly, and after two seconds of silence, she left the bedroom, but she didn't notice that the second she quietly closed the bedroom door, the man on the bed frowned.