Yan Xi: "·····"

He had a fever, and she couldn't just leave.

Seeing the bag of things on the coffee table in the living room, Yan Xi was stunned, wasn't that the medicine she bought for him yesterday?

Everything in it was so good that he didn't eat it.

Xu Hanqing has a fever, and she can't take the cold medicine she bought yesterday, and he probably won't be able to go to the hospital like that.

She had to go downstairs and buy a thermometer and medicine, and a few boxes of fever-reducing patches.

After buying good things, after going back, Yan Xi helped Xu Hanqing measure his temperature, 39 degrees eight.

It was all burning so high, she frowned, staring at the person on the bed.

It was estimated that it was cold and uncomfortable, and his whole body was shrouded in the quilt, frowning slightly.

Yan Xi was afraid that he would stuff himself, so he pulled the quilt down a little.

The handsome and cold face had an unusual flush, and he didn't expect that the first time he would be looked at so closely would be in such a situation.

Yan Xi put the fever tape on his forehead, he was well-behaved like a child when he fell asleep, not as cold as when he was awake, his facial features were as perfect as carving, his skin was even better than that of a girl, and his long eyelashes were a little curled.

The good-looking and meager lip flap says that a man with thin lips is very affectionate, but she thinks that he should not be a thin person, but his personality is indifferent, maybe because of illness, the lip flap is a little pale.

Just staring at Xu Hanqing's sleeping face for a while, Yan Xi couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek gently, for fear that she would wake him up, her movements were very cautious.

Seeing that he was still sleeping quietly, the curvature of the corners of Yan Xi's mouth bent.

It was only at this time that she could stare at him so blatantly.

The fingers gradually moved upwards, from his face to his forehead, and from his forehead to his lips.

When he touched his lips, he jerked his fingers back as if they were burned.

She bit her lower lip and felt like a heart was about to jump out of her eyes.

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As the night got late, Yan Xi stood in the kitchen, holding his mobile phone in one hand and wondering how to cook porridge.

It seems to be quite simple, she can't cook, and almost all the kitchen at home has become a furnishing.

Just cooking a porridge shouldn't be too difficult.

Looking at Baidu's approach, Yan Xi washed the rice and put it in the rice cooker.

But she had never used such a thing, and she didn't know how to press it, so it took her a long time to make it.

If there is only porridge, I don't know if Xu Han can eat it after he wakes up, thinking about it, Yan Xi opened the refrigerator, there are all kinds of materials in it, it seems that he usually cooks by himself.

She took a few eggs and tomatoes, and it shouldn't be too difficult to scramble tomato eggs.

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When Xu Han woke up, it was almost seven o'clock, his brain was a little dizzy, he was sweating, his body was a little sticky, he got up, pressed his eyebrows, and prepared to take a bath.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of ping-pong outside, and he paused and walked outside.

When he saw the chaos in the kitchen, his mind was a little empty and he was stunned.

The kitchen was a mess, with egg shells and egg liquid residues on the floor.

Pots and pans at the mouth of the sink are placed in a mess.

The girl in the apron holds a spatula in one hand and a lid in the other, for fear that the oil in the pot will splash on herself.

It kind of funny that looks.

Xu Hanqing felt that his head was even more swollen and painful, he pressed his eyebrows, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

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