"If you soak in the water for a long time, will it affect your brain?" After Ming Shiyin asked this sentence, he regretted it. He has known Qin Yao since he was a child, and it is not that he has not swam with Qin Yao, if Qin Yao had been in the water in his brain, he would have entered the water a long time ago, and he would not be good now.

"Does the young master want to influence or not?" Qin Yao made a joke instead.

"Don't affect it, if you break down, my father will probably kick you out of the Ming family, and you can only die in the garbage heap."

Ming Shiyin said half-jokingly, he picked up a clean handkerchief and dipped it in a little water, raised his head, and put the hot handkerchief on his forehead, which was very comfortable. The long silver hair that usually stands up naturally hangs down on the shoulders, and some of it is scattered into the water, floating leisurely, a pleasant beauty picture.

Qin Yao heard Ming Shiyin's joke, lowered his head and raised his palm, bowed a handful of water, and looked at the transparent hot water in the center of his palm, which gradually fell from his fingers. The corners of Qin Yao's mouth rose slightly, and he smiled without missing a trace: "Is the young master worried that the master will throw me in the garbage heap?" ”

The corners of Ming Shiyin's mouth were originally raised, but after hearing this, the smile disappeared. The warm cloth was applied to the top of his head, and the warm feeling reminded him of the time when he was sick and had a high fever when he was a child.

In the huge bedroom, he had a high fever and curled up in collapse on the empty bed. On the back of the smooth white silk, he shrunk like a small ball, and the white shirt on his body was already wet and mottled piece by piece because of sweat.

Ming Shiyin was so uncomfortable that he curled up on the bed, his forehead and cheeks were not going away because of the high fever, and the heat was red. He muttered, expressing his discomfort. Today, his father went out to talk about business in high spirits. As for the dinner party that my mother will have, I went to the manor to prepare. He was left to dry at home.

"It's so uncomfortable..."Ming Shiyin's hands and feet shrunk and curled together, as if this would make him feel better.

"Young Master... Young master, are you alright? Qin Yao crept in from the bedroom window. When he saw Ming Shiyin curled up on the bed with a bloodless face, he turned pale with shock, quickly ran to the edge of the bed, naturally half-squatted down, and reached out to probe Ming Shiyin's forehead.

"Young master, you have a high fever. I have to inform my lord and take you to the hospital! Qin Yao was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He stretched out his hand again and probed at Ming Shiyin's neck, the temperature on the surface of his body was slightly high, it seemed that the situation was very serious, and he couldn't delay for a moment.

Qin Yao immediately stood up and wanted to run out. At this time, Ming Shiyin's hand weakly pulled Qin Yao. Qin Yao immediately stopped, looked at Ming Shiyin, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with the young master?" Is there anything I need to do? ”

"I won't let you go." Ming Shiyin gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he stared at Qin Yao uncomfortably.

"What is the young master not allowing me to do? You're sick now, you should go to the hospital, or something will go wrong! Qin Yao reached out in a panic and held Ming Shiyin's hand, his eyes full of doubt and anxiety.

"If my father knew that I was sick, he would have kicked you out..."Ming Shiyin emphasized weakly.

He was worried that his illness would be known to his father, which would affect Qin Yao. Qin Yao is just a robot, a nanny-like tool man. If he was sick, his father would definitely blame Qin Yao. My father once said that if the robot is useless, it should be thrown away. Jiujiu Library

Ming Shiyin obviously didn't want Qin Yao to be pulled out of the chip and thrown into the garbage heap. After all, this is the only playmate he can talk about as a child. Ming Shiyin gritted his teeth with difficulty, and reached out to cover the snow-white futon on his body.

"The fever is just carried over, it's fine. Don't go to the doctor, don't, not really. Ming Shiyin vetoed again and again, the strength on his wrist came and went, even so, he could still see his meaning very firmly. I just don't want Qin Yao to tell my father about this.

"But young master, your body is expensive, and this fever is nothing else, if you burn out your brain, how can it be good?" Qin Yao was in a hurry. He carefully picked up Ming Shiyin's hand, put it into the quilt, and folded the corner of the quilt with his hand.

Just when Qin Yao's hand touched the quilt, he felt the hot and humid breath in his fingertips. He lifted the quilt, only to find that Ming Shiyin was sweating because of fever, and the quilt became hot and wet. Qin Yao was shocked, if this continued, Ming Shiyin would definitely get sick and burn out.

"Young master, I'll go get the ice cubes, you wait!" The only way Qin Yao could think of was to bring ice cubes over and put ice packs on Ming Shiyin's forehead, so that Ming Shiyin's body temperature would slowly drop.

"No... You will be by the father... Thrown into the garbage heap..."Ming Shiyin muttered unconsciously, as if Qin Yao would be grabbed and thrown out when he left the bedroom. Ming Shiyin couldn't accept it at all, he reached out again and grabbed Qin Yao's wrist weakly.

Seeing the young master like this, Qin Yao couldn't walk away at all. He hesitated for a moment, stood in front of the bed, and stretched out his hand to put it on Ming Shiyin's forehead. Qin Yao activated the system of his body and cooled his arm, only to see bursts of white mist gradually floating between his palms, and the white mist condensed into ice. His hand was like a cube of ice, and it gently covered Ming Shiyin's forehead.

Ice and heat alternated on Ming Shiyin's forehead, and Ming Shiyin's face gradually became warm and red because of the heat.

In the soup pool, Ming Shiyin opened his eyes and reached out to take off the hot towel on his forehead. He looked at Qin Yao and said with a serious expression: "Yes, I'm worried that you will be thrown into the garbage." ”

When Ming Shiyin said this, he lowered his head and threw the hot towel into the soup pool, and the corners of his mouth curled into a little smile. Surprise flashed in Qin Yao's eyes, probably never thinking that Ming Shiyin would answer like this.

"But I don't have to worry about it now, even if you are thrown into the garbage, there is a way to get back. After all, your intelligent system is much higher than that of us ordinary mortals. Ming Shiyin wrung out the towel soaked in hot water and put it on his forehead again.

“... yes..."Qin Yao's deep dark eyes dimmed, and there was a faint tingling sensation in his heart. He silently put the towel in the soup pool, and paddled the towel aimlessly, feeling the separated water in the soup pool, just like himself and the young master.

He now felt more and more that even if he was closer to Ming Shiyin, the distance was still far away.

The wind in early autumn is getting cooler, and the red maple leaves in the yard slowly fall with the breeze and fall silently on the ground.

Yi Xing was absentmindedly soaking in another soup pool, watching from a distance as Master and Qin Yao chatted with each other, and his heart was very blocked. He stayed for a while, then simply got up and left the pool.

Qin Yao saw Yi Xing leave the soup pool, as if he had found an opportunity to be alone with Ming Shiyin. So he asked the question about Yi Xing in his heart.