The workaholic of the Seventh Master actually wants to put down a good job and not work hard, and he actually wants to go home and waste time?

Although the driver was very surprised, he still obeyed the order.

……

Zhan Qi quietly returned home and went directly to the second floor.

He came to the door of Gillo's room.

The hand had just touched the doorknob but stopped.

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly raised his arm to sniff his armpits.

There is no taste.

Zhan Qi put his hand on it again with satisfaction, but hesitated again.

It doesn't smell good, but it doesn't smell good.

Go back to your room and take a shower first.

Zhan Qi walked to his room while unbuttoning it, solved the "battle" in a minute, and changed into a clean pajamas.

Well!

It's fragrant.

He made his way to the door, but halfway through he turned back to the cloakroom, took a set of skincare products from the refrigerator and carefully applied them.

It's more fragrant.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out another bottle of perfume and sprayed it on his body.

The taste is quite nice.

Zhan Qi raised his hand again and sniffed the squeaky nest, then raised his foot and sniffed the foot, and then walked to Ji Luo's room with satisfaction.

Sure enough, the door was unlocked.

Zhan Qi entered the room, and the warm yellow light extended from the crack in the door to the bed.

The huge double bed is clean and tidy, and there is no trace of being slept on, and there is no room in the natural bed.

Zhan Qi frowned and turned his head to look in the direction of the corner.

Sure enough, in the corner last night, Ji Luo was found curled up in a ball, looking very helpless.

Zhan Qi secretly sighed, tiptoed to Ji Luo's side and squatted down.

He reached for Ji Luo.

At this touch, he found that Ji Luo's body was frighteningly cold, and the surface of her skin was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and the pajamas were completely soaked and tightly attached to her body.

Zhan Qi didn't care if he would wake up Ji Luo, and turned her body around in a panic.

"Lolo, wake up."

But no matter how Zhan Qi shouted, Ji Luo didn't have any reaction.

Even, her body began to tremble unconsciously, her arms hugged her tightly, and her pale face showed a look of pain.

"Please, don't hit Luo Luo, Luo Luo hurts, Luo Luo is afraid of fire, don't burn, don't burn Luo Luo's tail."

Ji Luo cried helplessly, tears staining her eyelashes and dripping on the floor.

She screamed miserably, as if she was being abused in a dream.

Zhan Qi's heart was tingling with unbearable pain.

He felt a poison-hardened blade churning inside him, trying to slice him to pieces.

A tear slipped uncontrollably from the corner of Zhan Qi's eye.

"Don't be afraid, with me, I will always be with you."

He couldn't control it anymore and hugged her tightly in his arms, wanting to cherish her with his life.

But the idea was only momentarily dissolved.

It was as if there was a monster living in his mind, and it had gnawed away all his impulses for Ji Luo.

Maybe it was Zhan Qi's hug, maybe the nightmare faded, Ji Luo's mood slowly stabilized, and his body temperature returned to normal.

After a while, Zhan Qi let go of Ji Luo.

He appeared unusually tired, and his spirit was in a deep trance.

"Brother Qiqi~"

Ji Luo leaned comfortably in Zhan Qi's arms, unconsciously whispered, and lazily hugged Zhan Qi's waist.

Zhan Qi was stunned, vaguely as if he heard what Ji Luo said, but when he came back to his senses, he didn't hear anything.

"What do you call me?"

Zhan Qi wrinkled his eyebrows deeply, feeling uncomfortable as if scratching an itch.

The subconscious told him that what Ji Luo had just said was important.