Zhang's mother brought the medicine box over, and then stood next to her, waiting for Lin Ran's orders at any time.

"Mom Zhang, go get a glass of water."

Zhang's mother is a diligent person, and she was about to leave when she was ordered, but she was stopped by Lin Ran.

"37 degrees 5, I'm taking it after it's measured."

Zhang's mother: "......"

Miss Seventh must do what she ordered, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the dizzy "little white face" on the bed again.

What kind of noble character is it, it takes 37 degrees 5 to drink water.

38 degrees 6 can't work?

After Zhang's mother left, Lin Ran got up and walked to the door, locked the guest room, and then returned to the bedside.

She opened the medicine box and pulled out a delicate knife from it.

Gently swipe into the palm of your hand.

A trickle of blood oozed from the wound.

She retracted her palm and moved it to Li Sichen's pale lips.

Seeing that the lip color slowly returned to rose-red, Lin Ran withdrew his hand.

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Zhang's mother wanted to cool the water to 37 degrees 5, but it took a while to waste her work, and she didn't wake up so quickly, so she wasn't in a hurry.

After measuring the temperature of the water, she carried the water to the guest room.

Is the door locked?

Raising her hand and knocking on the door, the door opened from the inside, and Zhang's mother was sharp-eyed, and at a glance she saw a circle of gauze wrapped around Lin Ran's hand.

"Miss Seven, why did you hurt your hand after such a while?"

Hearing a noise on the bed behind him, Lin Ran hurriedly diverted Zhang's mother's attention, "He's awake, you send him water, and let him leave after drinking the water." ”

Li Sichen had just woken up, and when he opened his eyes, his gaze had not yet recovered, and in the haze, he saw two vague shadows at the door.

One of them was delicate and delicate, and it was familiar, because it had already been engraved in his mind.

"Burning ......" Li Sichen was about to speak, but he felt as if his throat was on fire, unable to speak, and there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth, "cough cough......"

Lin Ran walked out without a moment's pause.

Zhang's mother came to Li Sichen with water.

"Stop!"

Li Sichen suddenly spoke up and stopped her from continuing to come forward.

Zhang's mother is not a person who listens to everyone's words, she glanced at him angrily, and continued to walk forward, but saw Li Sichen with an index finger under his nose.

It was as if there was something unpleasant about her.

Putting the water on the bedside table, Zhang's mother glared at Li Sichen, "My body is fragrant, it is the perfume made by our seventh lady herself, you give me this again, believe it or not, I will kill you dead child?" ”

Dead child?

Who gave her guts!

Zhang's mother is indeed at the age of Li Sichen's mother.

It's just that when he's grown so big, no one dares to talk to him like that.

But soon he grasped the real point of Zhang's mother's words.

The perfume on her body was made by Lin Ran herself.

He was curious to know what it tasted like.

So he put his hand down and sniffed gently.

It is a very unique and fresh taste, which depicts the annual rings of the years.

The feeling is indescribable, it is like merging the smell of the perfume with the person.

There is no sense of disobedience.

The most critical point is:

He doesn't feel like throwing up at all now.

Lin Ran himself has a faint body fragrance, he knows it, she never uses perfume, when he is with her, he doesn't have any discomfort, he has always attributed it to her special physique.

But why can this Zhang's mother get close to him?