It seems that something is quietly squeezed into her heart, making Xiang Qian feel warm and steady. She closed her eyes, listened to the gentle, low voice of the person next to her pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

……

When she woke up again, she only felt that her eyes were sore, and the breath she exhaled seemed to be hot. With a sore throat, Xiang Qian wanted to sit up, but a sharp headache came, making her cry out softly: "Hiss...... Pain. ”

Turning his head to Zhu Hang, he was not on the side, it seemed that he was getting up. The thought of accompanying him to meet the old man of the Zhu family today made my headache even worse. Reaching out to cover his forehead, Xiang Qian made sure that she had a fever.

In my memory, it seems that I haven't had a high fever for three years. She was so thirsty that she struggled to prop herself up, leaning against the wall and going to the small living room to find water to drink.

The door opened, and Zhu Hang, who was wearing a pink shirt, walked in. He was stunned when he saw that her face was slightly red, and her pajamas were loose and one of her collarbones was exposed.

She has never appeared in front of her in such an "untidy" manner. Especially after the two pretended to be a couple, every time she wrapped herself tightly, her pajamas must be buttoned to the top.

"You ......"

"I'm so uncomfortable, Zhu Hang."

Unexpectedly, she supported the wall with one hand, supported her waist with the other, and pouted in a hoarse voice, as if she was about to cry.

Striding forward, Zhu Hang's hand didn't touch her forehead, she felt a hot rush into her arms, she pillowed on his chest and half-squinted and said, "I have a fever, I'm so thirsty, give me water, Zhu Hang." ”

His heart beat suddenly, and he looked at her curled eyelashes and reddened cheeks, and suddenly remembered the day when she was lying on the edge of the hot spring pool, her head raised, her mouth puffed, the milky milk stains left at the corners of her mouth, and the beauty of her chest was unobstructed. The same curly eyelashes, and the same flushed cheeks.

"Hey......" she hammered his arm weakly: "Water...... I—I'm so thirsty......"

"Yes, yes, water, water." In a panic, Zhu Hang propped up her shoulders and nodded, "I'll go get it." ”

It's just that......

The person who was obviously able to walk by herself holding on to the wall just now, suddenly seemed to have no bones, and as soon as Zhu Hang let go, she was about to fall, and there was no way to pour water at all.

"......" was silent for a second, and he said, "Wrap your arms around my neck." ”

And then.

Picking up Xiang Qian face to face like a child, holding her head fluttering everywhere with one hand, and holding her thighs with the other, Zhu Hang quickly put her back on the bed in a strange posture before turning around to pour water.

"Goo-goo...... Ahem, ahem! "I drank too fast, and Xiang Qian choked a lot.

Frowning, Zhu Hang took a tissue and wiped it for her. The water flowed down the corner of her mouth, and he rubbed it gently, until his neck moved, and stopped. Her pajama collar and pillow were all wet.

Just about to call the maid at the door, Zhu Hang remembered something again, got up and went to the cloakroom. He took out one of his pajamas, walked to the window and said to the confused man: "Xiang Qian, your pajamas are wet, can you insist on changing them yourself?" ”

"Hmm......" she shook her head on the pillow.

"Then, I'm the only one to help you." As he spoke, he lifted her neck, padded the dry pillow he slept on her, buttoned the pajamas around her neck, and said, "Now I'll help you unbutton it, you have clothes on you, I won't see it, don't worry." When I pull my sleeve, you cooperate with the withdrawal of your hand, can you do it? ”

"Hmm......" she frowned, speechless.

Soon, he took off her pajamas. After covering the quilt, Zhu Hang walked out again. Xiang Qian was a little worried, and wanted to say it but couldn't open her mouth.

It seems that I can't go out with him today. When he comes back with fever-reducing medicine, be sure to persuade him to go to that family gathering. A lot of money, to convince him to fight for it.

After a while, the door opened, and Zhu Hang walked back with a plate.

Xiang Qian's cheeks were still red, but he didn't seem ready to feed her medicine. Reaching out to let her turn over and lie on the bed, Zhu Hang lifted the quilt.