The soft towel accidentally brushed Fu Shiyu's RT, and he snorted uncontrollably.

And the physical reflection that accompanied this ambiguous voice was that the crotch of his gray house pants was much more cramped than the previous moment.

What a sensitive guy!

Tang Xien secretly wondered.

The towel in his hand went down further, brushing Fu Shiyu's delicate six-pack muscles, as well as the mermaid line that faintly revealed a sharp tip.

Tang Xien stopped in time.

People are sick and have a fever, and if they are provoked out of the fire again and burn their bodies, it will not be good.

A whole basin of ice water turned lukewarm, and she went to change another basin. After repeating this several times, the temperature on Fu Shiyu's body finally went down a little.

She was so tired that she was about to collapse, and with the last bit of strength, she helped Fu Shiyu put on a clean T-shirt.

She didn't dare to sleep for a moment, and checked his temperature every half hour. I didn't find a relapse of fever three times in a row, so I finally unloaded my psychological burden and fell asleep on the bar stool in embarrassment.

When I woke up again, the sun was scorching outside the window, and the warmth was sprinkled into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Tang Xien squinted his eyes, sat up straight with a sore body, and was calling Aunt Wang to make some sour soup and fish at noon in a daze, when he suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the man lying on the ground.

The man was lying in the quilt, sleeping soundly, his face looked normal, but his lips were a little dry because of the lack of water.

Tang Xien hurriedly put the back of his hand on Fu Shiyu's forehead and muttered, "Don't burn." ”

She was relieved, and just wanted to withdraw her hand, Fu Shiyu, who had closed her eyes, suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed her wrist with one hand.

With a force, Tang Xien was suddenly pulled to his chest.

His palm seemed to still have the heat of last night, burning on Tang Xien's fair and delicate wrist like a soldering iron.

A wolf that rises in the morning.

Startled by his own thoughts, Tang Xien came back to his senses, boldly met his glowing eyes, and mocked: "Director Fu, have you recognized the wrong person?" ”

Xu saw clearly that it was her, and Fu Shiyu quickly let go of his hand in embarrassment.

He rubbed his brow instead, and his voice was low and hoarse due to the severe loss of moisture: "What time is it?" ”

Tang Xien glanced at the antique clock on the wall, "It's half past ten." ”

As soon as he heard this, Fu Shiyu immediately struggled to get up.

Seeing that he looked weak, Tang Xien kindly stepped forward to help him up, "Do you know what happened last night?" ”

"Yes." He replied briefly, without mentioning anything else.

Tang Xien said bluntly: "It's just a high fever, how can you burn unconscious?" ”

Seeing that he didn't answer, Tang Xien's eyes suddenly widened and he said in surprise: "You...... Are you seriously ill? ”

This can't blame Tang Sheen for making a fuss, these years, more and more serious illnesses are getting younger. Fu Shiyu's fever was so scary, no wonder she wanted to think about it.

Fu Shiyu's pale face was irritable from a serious illness, and he took a few deep breaths, and he said tiredly: "Thank you for taking care of me last night." ”

The words fell, and without waiting for Tang Xien to say "You're welcome", he put aside her hand and covered his upper abdomen and went back to the bedroom.

Tang Xien chased after him, "You are sick like this, so how can we solve it for breakfast?" What about lunch and dinner? ”

Fu Shiyu didn't answer her, I don't know if he was too lazy to answer or too weak to speak.

Tang Xien was also confused, so he had to take his wallet and go downstairs to buy groceries by himself.

She bought ingredients for porridge at the fresh supermarket downstairs, and when she got out of the elevator, she suddenly ran into Lu Hang, who was about to come in.

Both of them were stunned, and after a while, Lu Hang took the lead in speaking: "Lawyer Tang, Director Fu is sick, so I won't go to the office for the past two days, and I ask you to take care of him at home." ”

"No problem!" Tang Xien agreed simply, but after a while, he asked with a hesitant face, "It's just, do you know what your Director Fu's illness is?" ”

"Director Fu has a bad stomach."

"Then he is ......," Tang Xien sighed, "It's really jealous of a genius to get stomach cancer at such a young age." ”