"Get up and drink porridge." When it was dark, I woke up Leng Mian, his fever had subsided a little, and his body was already covered with sweat, I pulled him up, wrapped him tightly in the quilt, and came to him with porridge, "Open your mouth." ”

The porridge had already cooled, and I had tried the temperature, so I sat down in front of him and fed him with a spoon of porridge. The expression of the cold-faced god was very aggrieved, he had no spirit, what I said, what he listened to, not even a word.

After only two sips, I couldn't help it, and every time he took a sip, the word "demon" on his face would follow the muscle movement, which looked very interesting. The cold-faced god didn't understand what I was laughing at, and didn't ask.

After drinking a bowl of porridge and cold noodles for a long time, I could see that his throat was swollen and it was difficult to swallow. But he didn't say anything, drank the porridge, obediently lay down, and closed his eyes.

When did the cold-faced god become a good baby?

It was only seven o'clock, and I didn't have any way to kill time, so I pulled out a book on the shelf, but it was Jane? Love. I used to like watching Jane Eyre, I felt that she dared to love and hate, and in the end she had a good home, but this time I watched it in a completely different mood. There was no room in the room, I was leaning against the bedside reading a book, and the cold-faced god was lying next to me. Whenever I see about Mr. Rochester's ex, the crazy wife, I think of Yuko, and I feel even more resentful of the cold-faced god around me.

At nine o'clock, Leng Mianshen's body temperature suddenly rose to thirty-nine degrees, and his body was no longer sweating, which scared me so much that I couldn't do it, so I hurriedly ran to the kitchen, took out a bottle of liquor, gave him a whole body physical cooling, and poured him a bowl of ginger soup, and asked myself if it was not good, I could only call 120 to send him to the hospital.

Fortunately, after an hour and a half, my body temperature dropped, and my heart was relieved again, and this night was repeated several times until dawn, when it was settled.

"Thirty-seven degrees five." I looked at the thermometer and let out a long breath, "It's coming down." ”

I was so sleepy that I found a corner next to the bed, made a ball, and after a while I got into the bed, I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the whole person was in the arms of the cold-faced god, and it was already dawn outside, and I didn't know what time it was. He was also sleeping deeply, and I reached out and touched his head, but it was no longer hot. When I wanted to get up, I found that his hand was around my waist, hugging me tightly, and my heart was sour for no reason, I didn't want him to think of me only at such a time, carrying a person's other half of feelings, for me, it was too tiring. However, I was reluctant to leave, so I could only think that I had not woken up and threw myself deeply into his arms.

When Leng Mian woke up, it was already afternoon, and I had already gotten up, cooked my meal, and watched TV in the living room, and when he came out, I was sitting on the couch eating the snacks I bought yesterday.

He stood there, not knowing what to say for a while, so I stood up, reached out and touched his head, it was not hot, and when I touched his body, it was not as hot as yesterday.

"Let's take a shower! The smell on my body is terrible. "I patted him on the shoulder and took him to the bathroom.

The sound of water sounded inside, and I also warmed up yesterday's porridge, cut a small half of the sausage and put it on the plate, and ate it with the porridge. Putting things on the table, I snuggled back into the couch and ate my snacks, my eyes on the TV, my mind flying somewhere.

"The clothes have been washed and placed at the head of the bed." When the cold noodle god came out, I told him, "There's porridge on the table, drink it when it's hot." ”

The cold-faced god then sat down to drink porridge, and when he had finished drinking, he went back to his room and changed his clothes. When I came out again, I had already washed the dishes and was washing my hands.

"Before you go, leave the key for me." I wiped my hands and said without expression.

"My heart is so ruthless!" When the cold-faced god walked up to me, he said weakly.

"The ones who are really ruthless are the ones who are gentle with everyone." I walked past him with my mouth open, not forgetting to hit him, hard.

In the next second, I had been hugged back into his arms by the cold-faced god, "Perverts and perverts, what's going on?" ”

I had forgotten about it, that there was a mirror in his bathroom, but the handwriting was so faint in the morning that he could barely recognize it.

"I took care of you for one night, I couldn't eat or sleep well, and I didn't want to charge you for your care, so I used you to entertain me, which is reasonable to be a reward." Recently, I have been with my brothers and sisters, and my mouth has become a lot more slippery.

"Natsu," he hugged me tightly, "I'm not leaving." ”

He didn't want to leave, and it didn't mean anything to be here, but he was holding him, and the psychological feeling was indescribable. I miss his arms, I really miss him.

"It seems that the trick of being sick still works, Dad, my ideas are not all bad ideas." In the evening, Nantian Hang called, and the cold-faced god thought I was asleep and ran to the living room to pick it up.

I lay on the bed with a smile on my lips, "Stupid! "Only that clever ghost could have come up with such an idea. But what about Yuko? Can Nantian Hang let Yuko's sadness go? After all, it's my own mother, and if it were me, I would have helped my relatives or not. Sure enough, something too complicated for me.

After a while, the cold-faced god came back and got into the quilt, bringing a cool breath that made me shiver. The cold-faced god hugged me from behind, kissed me on the neck, and then put his arms around me and went to sleep.

I couldn't sleep, holding his hand around my waist, my heart was sweet, but what about after the sweetness? The problem has not been solved, will I be so generous to see him treat other women gently? The answer is no. Love is selfish, and I don't make any difference, I hope that my man will only have me in his eyes, and there will be no other women, not my ex-wife's, nor my son's mother.

So, I pushed the cold face god up, "You're leaving, we've broken up." ”

The cold-faced god looked at me sleepily and confusedly, and then hugged me back, "Go to sleep, I'm tired!" ”

I opened his hand, "I mean seriously, we've broken up, it's not right for you to sleep here, go back to your own nest and sleep." ”

"I can't help it." The cold-faced god suddenly pounced on me, pressed me down, put his lips on mine, and blocked everything I wanted to say. A pair of hands also slipped into my clothes and moved eagerly.

"That's not what people want!" Before I could finish my words, he gagged me.