Jiang Che obediently picked up the cup again, and then continued to drink.

A faint floral fragrance crossed his throat, and when he finished drinking the second glass of water, He Wan poured another glass.

"Drink again."

After drinking three glasses of water, He Wan pointed to the faucet outside the door.

"Now your face is all dirty, go wash your face."

Jiang Che was a little uncertain about He Wan's emotions, and he didn't know if He Wan was still angry or not? What if I continue to get angry? What if she ignored herself?

One rhetorical question after another was mixed with Jiang Che's thoughts, and after Jiang Che washed his face, he stood obediently in front of He Wan like a child who had made a mistake.

"How does your throat feel right now?"

Jiang Che raised his chin slightly, and there was a hint of uncertainty in his clear pupils. It's like I'm testing something, and it's like I'm observing.

"I... I'm fine. ”

He Wan knew that he would definitely do this.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Well, since you don't want to, I don't want to force you."

He Wan turned around after finishing.

Jiang Che hurriedly added: "My throat hurts a little, and it's a little spicy, like a burning feeling." ”

He Wan stopped, "Drink more water." ”

Jiang Che saw the bottle on the table, and there was more than half a bottle of yellow chrysanthemums in the bottle. It seems that He Wan should have gone to find chrysanthemums for herself just now, chrysanthemums have the effect of defeating fire, is he afraid that he will be on fire?

"Sister, I'm a little sleepy."

Because I didn't sleep well yesterday, and I cried for so long today. His throat was still so uncomfortable, and Jiang Che's consciousness was gradually becoming a little drowsy now. He Wan touched Jiang Che's forehead, but fortunately he didn't have a fever.

"Are you tired?"

"When you're tired, go to bed."

Jiang Che: "Sister, can you go to rest with me?" I'd like to hear you tell me a story, okay? ”

He Wan didn't speak, Jiang Che thought that he had been rejected, so he hurriedly gave himself a step: "It's okay if you can't, I... I went to rest. ”

He Wan casually took a book that she usually reads, "I'm not unwilling, isn't it just storytelling?" Just talk about it. ”

Jiang Che was a little happy in his heart. He quickly climbed onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt. Close your eyes slowly.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there were two monks sitting in the temple, an old monk, and a monk..."

"My, how old is this book? How is there still this story. ”

He Wan turned a few pages to herself, "I'll tell you a new story." ”

"What is the best thing to talk about......

He Wan had a slight headache. Storytelling is not her forte, so He Wan thought for a while, "Tell you about Robinson Crusoe??" ”

"I'll tell you about "The Old Man and the Sea"???"

He Wan was finished, and looked at the person on the bed again, Jiang Che didn't know when he had fallen asleep.

He Wan put down the book in her hand and felt Jiang Che's steady breathing, "No, you've just fallen asleep in bed?" That's how tiring it is. ”

"That's... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have deliberately teased you, and although you can't hear my apology right now, I apologized to you, and you have to figure that out. ”

He Wan finished standing up from the side of the bed, and then walked out.

…

"Why is it so hot?"

"Fever???"