Jian Yi was taken aback, got off the ground barefoot, walked quickly to Zhou Qi's side, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It hurts." Zhou Qi still had his eyes closed, his voice was hoarse after drinking, and the sound of the urn was angry. The left hand is still covering the back of the head, as if the impact is not light.

Jian Yi hesitated slightly, and reached out to take away the hand he was covering the back of his head. No wonder he screamed in pain, and sure enough, the collision was not light, and it was already swollen with a big bag.

The couch was narrow, and he probably didn't realize he was on it. After turning over, he fell and hit the low table.

"Can you get up?" Jian Yi asked, reaching out to help him.

Zhou Qi lay on his back, with no intention of opening his eyes, his brows were tightly locked, and he didn't move even if he tried to help him. He couldn't help him up if he didn't cooperate with Jian Yi, and said again: "Get up first, I'll go get an ice pack for you, otherwise I'm afraid it will be even more swollen tomorrow." ”

He reached out and grabbed Jian Yi's hand, and she pulled him up from the ground. His palms were dry and warm, and Jane felt as if he had been burned, and as soon as he leaned back on the couch, he withdrew his hand and went to the refrigerator to find an ice pack in his slippers.

She was going to give Zhou Qi an ice pack for him to apply by himself, but he kept his eyes closed, and Jian Yi had to apply it to him. There were already some blood spots oozing under the skin of the swollen bag, but fortunately the skin was not broken. The ice pack was close to his scalp and he snorted, not knowing if it was pain or ice.

Jian Yi's movements were a little lighter. There was no sound in the back, as if he was asleep again.

Jian Yi finished dressing him, and in order to prevent him from falling under the sofa again, she had to call him again and let him go to sleep in his room.

Zhou Qi opened his misty eyes after a while, looked at her face, closed his eyes again, leaned back on the sofa, and moaned, "Song Jianyi, I'm uncomfortable." ”

Jian Yi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, I don't know if he was uncomfortable with his sentence, referring to the old man who has been unconscious, or just having an uncomfortable stomach after drinking.

"Would you like some water?"

Zhou Qi nodded, pulled the back of his head with a move, and frowned again.

Jian Yi poured him a glass of warm water, saw that there was honey on the side, added two spoonfuls of honey to it, and went outside, "Here." ”

Zhou Qi opened his eyes, took the water and drank it. He leaned back on the couch, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. Jian Yi looked away.

Zhou Qi quickly finished drinking a glass of water, put the cup aside, closed his eyes and leaned down on the sofa, covering his head with one hand.

It was already past two o'clock in the morning, Jian Yi stood silently for a while, and seeing that he had no intention of going to the bedroom, he asked, "Do you need to go to the hospital?" ”

Zhou Qi shook his head, and just wanted to say no, his stomach was churning, and he got up and stumbled to the bathroom. He'd already vomited, and this one only spit out a puddle of water. Probably really uncomfortable, sweating all over, sweating on his forehead, after washing his face with cold water, he propped himself on the sink, and stood with his head down. The pale yellow light fell on him, and he looked a little depressed.

Sensing that Jian Yi was waiting outside the door, he struggled to stand up straight, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine, you go and rest." ”

As he spoke, he stumbled outside, pulling at his clothes with one hand. His head was wet just now, and the hair on his forehead was wet, and when he walked to the bedroom, he fell heavily on the bed, reaching out to cover his head.

The room was quiet, and Jian Yi was about to leave you, when he heard him moan, probably because of a headache. She stood in the doorway for a while, but went to the medicine box to find painkillers, then poured water and went to the bedroom.

"Get up, take your medicine and go back to sleep." She stood in front of the bed and set her glass aside.

Zhou Qi didn't move, didn't speak, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and muttered: "Song Jianyi, I'm uncomfortable, uncomfortable......"

Although he had washed his face just now, sweat was already pouring out on his forehead again. He was a big man curled up and lay on the quilt, looking pitiful.

Jian Yi looked at it, was silent for a moment, and then said, "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital." ”

"No, not to the hospital." He muttered and said in a low voice, "Will you press your head for me?" There was pleading in his voice.

Jian Yi was silent for a moment, put down the pill in his hand and stepped forward, reaching out to hold his head for him. She knew that drunkenness alone wasn't enough to make a regular drinker so uncomfortable. Most of his discomfort came from Mr. Zhou, who was unconscious in the hospital.

Jian Yi silently pressed his head for him, it probably didn't hurt so much, Zhou Qi gradually relaxed, and the tense person gradually relaxed. Fell asleep unconsciously.

Jian Yi stopped the massage after he fell asleep, and was about to get up to leave, but when he stood up, he found that the corner of his clothes was pulled by him. He squeezed it so tightly that Jane was about to break away, but his brow furrowed as soon as he moved. He knew very well what it was, so he directly held Jian Yi's hand and muttered in a low voice: "Ah Yi, don't go, accompany me, I'm uncomfortable, it's very uncomfortable......"

He clenched Jian Yi's hand tightly, like a child with a temper tantrum.

Jian Yi tried hard to pull out his hand, but couldn't. She looked at the person on the bed and said lightly, "Just pretend again." ”

It's true that he's uncomfortable, but he's vomited a few times, and he's not still confused.

Zhou Qi's face has always been very thick-skinned, and he didn't say a word when he heard this, but just held her hand tightly. Jian Yi couldn't pull it out a few times in a row, which was a little annoyed, but there was nothing she could do about him. In the middle of the night, she was tired and sleepy, so she stopped struggling and lay down on the bed.

The two of them lay on the bed in an intimate and unfamiliar posture, and the room was silent for a while, and Zhou Qi held her hand tightly. Jian Yi was very tired and didn't want to bother with him anymore, so she closed her eyes.

She soon fell asleep, and as she was in a daze, the drunken man changed positions, his forehead against hers, and whispered her name in a low voice.

Jian Yi's heart twitched, and she lay motionless. Zhou Qi didn't make any further moves, and soon fell asleep deeply.

Jian Yi didn't feel sleepy, such intimacy made her extremely unaccustomed, in her memory, it was rare for the two to be so close. It is undoubtedly ironic that they are so close now.

Zhou Qi beside him had already made an even breathing sound, and Jian Yi fell asleep after a long time.