At first, Ye Zhixing didn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Leaning in, his excessively hot breath sprayed on her little face, and his hoarse voice was in her ears.

She finally heard it clearly, but her heart suddenly churned like a tsunami in a raging storm!

He's calling her name......

It is said that when a person is the most real, there are only two kinds, one is drunk and the other is seriously ill.

Ye Zhixing's heart seemed to have been bitten by something, and it was crispy and numb.

"Weaving Star...... Weaving Star ...... "He called her name over and over again, as if he couldn't get tired of calling her."

Later......

"Weaving Star, don't leave my ......"

He muttered, sinking into a nightmare, faded away from the stubbornness he had used to tease her, with a touch of affection that made her heart palpitate.

Because of the pain and uneasiness, his Adam's apple rolled sharply.

Ye Zhixing couldn't help but reach out and stroke his slightly messy drifting sea, and his eyes were closed at the moment.

The ghost sent the gods, Ye Zhixing leaned down and kissed his eyes.

When she realized what she had done, she looked panicked.

"Ahem......" Ye Zhixing covered his hot lips, his eyes dodged, and muttered to himself, "The temperature is really high, you have to think of a way." ”

Ye Zhixing pushed open the door, like a deer fleeing from the wilderness, and the cool breeze blew across her cheeks, making her sober up a lot.

She leaned against the door and looked at the huge villa.

It was late and everyone seemed to be asleep.

She returned to her room and began to fumble for the buttons on Zhan Junyu's clothes.

Physically cool down and take a warm bath, the effect should be pretty good.

Ye Zhixing tried to keep his mind free, he was just a patient, an ordinary patient, and she was a doctor, a doctor who saved lives and helped the wounded.

But to be honest, it's hard.

His skin was like satin, but the texture was very ying, which was a very strange and contradictory mixture.

Ye Zhixing had seen male models on the catwalk, and some of them also wore semi-open shirts, but none of them were so blessed with him.

Because of the relationship between fever and dehydration, the lines are more rigid and obvious.

Halfway through, he was suddenly grabbed by his wrist, and Ye Zhixing's heart jumped, could it be that he woke up?

Ye Zhixing only turned on a bedside lamp, the light was dim, and before she could see clearly in the dark, she turned over and was pressed down.

Ye Zhixing was dumbfounded, they were all sick, and their strength was still so great.

But why is the body so weak?

Ye Zhixing was afraid of what he would do, but he didn't have anything, he didn't even open his eyes, he was just panting, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Ye Zhixing couldn't cry or laugh, he was like this, what are you worried about?

"Weaving ......"

He called her again, this time at close range, imprisoning Ye Zhixing, firmly locked in his arms.

Let her have no escape.

Ye Zhixing's heart began to beat violently again, like a fish in a pond before a rainstorm, as if it would jump out at any time.

"I don't like you, I really don't like you at all."

He said affectionate words, and his fingers unconsciously crossed Ye Zhixing's red lips.

Ye Zhixing was stunned, and then turned him over hard, hearing him snort, she blamed herself a little, what was she angry with a patient!

"Mr. Zhan, thank you for not liking, it's good, I don't like you either!"

With that, she went to the bathroom to drain the water.

But she didn't hear the last words of Zhan Junyu, "But I love you." ”

Ye Zhixing was fiddling with warm water in the bathroom, Zhan Junyu had told her that he didn't like her before, but ......