He should have taken her back to the guest room, but when he came to the door, he changed his mind, and he carried her to his bedroom.

She slept deeply and didn't notice anything.

As her back pressed against his large soft bed, she instinctively curled up and nestled into the depths of the bed like a kitten.

The corners of Lu Jinhan's mouth bent slightly.

Immediately, he covered her with a quilt.

He turned around and went to the bathroom, wrote a hot shower and came out, and when he wiped his hair with a dry towel, he faintly heard the snorting of a woman on the bed.

He walked over to take a look and saw that the woman on the bed was frowning.

Moreover, she didn't know when the quilt was lifted by her, and she turned over and over on the bed, twisting her eyebrows, as if she was uncomfortable.

"What is this woman doing?"

Lu Jinhan muttered and walked over to probe her head.

This touch found that she was having a low-grade fever.

Damn it! Why did you have a fever at this time?

He cursed, but he couldn't let it go.

He hurriedly went downstairs to the kitchen, took a bottle of Moutai out, unscrewed the cap, lifted her delicate and boneless body, and aimed the mouth of the bottle at her small mouth.

Wine can keep warm and also have a sterilizing effect.

He was worried that her wound was inflamed and the fever was causing it.

"Drink it." He frowned, and commanded in a deep voice.

However, her consciousness was flying, subconsciously rejecting everything that came close to her mouth, and the crystal clear liquor flowed down the corners of her lips as soon as it touched her lips.

If she refuses to drink, then he will feed her.

Lu Jinhan picked up the wine bottle, poured it violently, raised her chin, lowered her head, and fed all the wine in her mouth into her mouth......

"Uh-huh......"

She frowned, trying to spit out what was in her mouth.

But Lu Jin Han grabbed her lips, and despite her resistance and struggle, he forcibly opened her lips and poured wine into her mouth.

"Ahem, ahem—" She choked and coughed, her face flushing even more.

And her body couldn't help shaking.

She subconsciously hugged her body with her hands and muttered something unconsciously in her mouth.

Lu Jinhan lowered his head, leaned close to her lips, and vaguely heard her say, "Mom...... Mom...... I ...... cold."

It seems that she is dreaming, probably dreaming of her mother.

Lu Jinhan's heart softened, so he subconsciously hugged her, hugged her tighter into his arms, and used his body temperature to warm her body.

Sometimes, he caressed her back with his big palm, and sometimes coaxed and said, "It's okay, I'm here, it's okay......"

I don't know if she really heard it, but gradually, the uneasy expression on her face eased, her brows stopped frowning, and her limbs relaxed slightly.

Lu Jinhan was not at ease, so he wrung a towel again and wiped her hands, limbs, soles of feet, and back......

Slowly, the abnormal flush on her face gradually disappeared.

She became more and more relaxed, squinting slightly, panting in the difficult breathing, and nestled softly in Lu Jinhan's arms.

Probably this position was very comfortable, and his body was also warm, and she instinctively hugged his lean and strong waist, and even climbed him with her legs......

If it weren't for looking at her pitiful and hurting her hand again, Lu Jinhan would really want to get into trouble.

It's just that Song Yinyin doesn't sleep steadily, turning around from time to time, rubbing his feet from time to time, and occasionally his hands will unconsciously touch him......

In this way, Lu Jinhan was tossed until five o'clock in the morning before he barely fell asleep.