Mercury temperature measurement body temperature is more accurate, but it is a bit troublesome.

Hua Ling unbuttoned his collar, put her fingers into the placket of his shirt, and finally put the thermometer on him.

Wait another five minutes.

In order to prevent him from moving, Hua Ling pressed his arm, so as not to be inaccurate in the time, and had to measure it again.

When it was time, Hua Ling let go of his hand, ripped off his shirt, and prepared to take out the thermometer.

She was busy with her head down, cold fingertips running across his chest, and the next second, her wrist was suddenly clasped by a warm palm.

His palms were a little warm, and he was clutching her wrists.

Hua Xuan raised her eyes, only to find that the man had woken up at some point, half-propped up, staring at her with deep eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" His voice was a little hoarse and nasal.

Hua Ying stared at him and asked with concern, "You're awake, I'm taking your temperature, how do you feel?" ”

Feel?

Rong Sheng's throat moved, of course, not forgetting that her fingertips had just run across his chest, as if there was an electric current.

The evil fire, which had been calmed down all night, began to rise again.

She was sent by God to torture him.

Rong Sheng let go of her hand, propped his elbows on the sofa, glanced down, and sighed: "I feel, it's okay." ”

Hua Yu didn't believe what he said, he looked like he was terminally ill, and he didn't plan to talk nonsense with him, so he reached out and pulled his shirt directly.

Rong Sheng seemed to have suddenly stepped on the door of his life, raised his hand to block it, and looked like a young man from a good family being molested: "What do you want to do?" ”

Hua Ling: "......"

"I think," Hua Ling pursed her lips, pointed to his arm, and whispered, "I just want to look at the thermometer." ”

Why did he make a look, she seemed to want him to look like that.

He's a sick person......

What could she do with him?

Thermometer?

It turns out that she just did something on him, and she was putting a thermometer?

"Ah, the thermometer," Rong Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes, and obediently took out the thermometer and handed it over.

His whole body was tense, and as soon as he relaxed a little, he was worried that he would lose control and hurt her.

Under such circumstances, he could not guarantee that his self-control would work.

Hua Ying glanced at the thermometer: "You really have a fever, it's 38 degrees and five......"

Rong Sheng raised his eyebrows and lay down lazily again, but he was not surprised.

Last night, there was a toss, and it only burned to 38 degrees five, which is already considered his physical fitness.

But Hua Yu didn't think so, put away the thermometer, sat down on the floor next to him, and sighed very melancholy: "Your body is really not good." ”

Rong Sheng: "......? ”

No...... Yes?

"Just let you hit the floor, you have a cold, you usually have to pay more attention to exercise, your muscles are all eaten by protein powder, right?" Hua Yu never knew what it was, and pierced him mercilessly.

As she said this, her gaze moved down to his waist and abdomen, and she raised her hand and poked her fingertips at his abs.

However, it's quite tight, and you can't tell it's fake muscle at all.

Rong Sheng's body froze suddenly.

What the hell am I ......

If he weren't sick now, he would definitely have shown her his real muscles!

It's just that now, Rong Sheng stiffened his body, took a pillow, and blocked it in front of him.