Wen Jiulan only bought a box of fever reducers at the pharmacy at random, and nothing else.

Qi Youmian patiently led people into the bedroom, and asked people to lie down on the bed in the bedroom and wait, before rushing downstairs to buy medicine and thermometers.

She didn't forget to grab the key on the coffee table, and when she came back panting and trotting all the way, Wen Jiulan was lying upright, staring at the ceiling with dark eyes, exactly like when she settled down before, and didn't move.

Qi Youmian removed the fever reducer sticker, first wiped the sweat on the boy's forehead with a tissue, and then snapped the fever reducer sticker.

Thinking that Wen Jiulan had a high fever at home silently, it was obvious that their relationship had improved a lot, and he was reluctant to ask himself for help, Qi Youmian was depressed in his heart, and his movements were a little hard.

The snapping sound was extremely loud, and according to the strength of his own hands, it was estimated that the fever tape would be red.

Qi Youmian withdrew his hand with a little weakness.

The young man who was still confused seemed to be awakened by this, and reached out to touch the position of his forehead with a blank face, and turned his eyes to look at Qi Youmian who was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes revealing confusion and dependence.

"Sleep ......," he muttered.

When Qi Youmian went to unpack the antipyretic medicine, he was shouting Youmian.

Qi Youmian went to the kitchen to boil water, and when he mixed it with the cold water bought at the convenience store, he was shouting Youmian.

When Qi Youmian changed to the fever patch, he was still shouting Youmian.

One after another, Rao is Qi Youmian was good-tempered and distressed that he had a high fever, and he lost his patience in the end.

She grabbed the boy's cheek, approached and asked viciously, "Wen Jiulan, did you mean it?" ”

The skin pinched on the fingertips is delicate and hot, with a tenacity unique to young people.

Because of being grabbed by the cheek, Wen Jiulan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and a pair of eyes that often looked sharp when the tails of the eyes were raised, at this time, the water was misty, and there was water from time to time, pursing his lips so that it looked like a small animal that had only been injured and curled up in a ball of trembling, looking strange and pitiful.

Qi Youmian knew that this person's brain was not very clear at this time, so he could only let go of his hand in a low voice.

In the end, he was still angry in his heart, and poked the boy's forehead with his finger.

"When you're well, you'll see how I clean you up."

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Wen Jiulan had a rare good sleep and had a good dream.

Dreaming of the cold moonlight he looked up at from afar, he was gentle and pitying.

When his consciousness gradually returned, he was still immersed in the intoxicating dream, with a little smile on his lips, and he was a little reluctant to wake up.

As consciousness returned, the five senses slowly awakened, allowing Wen Jiulan to feel the slightly cool touch on his forehead and the warm fragrance of sweet porridge on the tip of his nose.

He seemed to be sunk in a soft futon, with fine beads of sweat on his body, absorbed by the cotton pajamas.

The closed eyes could detect the shallow light outside, but the heavy body made it impossible for Wen Jiulan to open his eyes for a while.

He was still a little confused, but he heard the sound of light footsteps slowly approaching, and the hard soles of the small leather shoes made a small cracking sound on the floor.

…… How could there be someone in his room, listening to the light footsteps, still a woman.

Wen Jiulan's whole body tensed, and the fingers that naturally fell to his side twitched, and slowly clenched into fists.

He still couldn't control his body well, so he could only listen to the footsteps gradually approaching, and finally stopped at the side of the bed.

There was a person sitting on the side of the bed, and Wen Jiulan could clearly feel the slight sinking of the mattress.

At the same time, the tip of the nose lingered with a faint sweet fragrance that was familiar and unfamiliar.

He was still vigilant when he felt a small soft hand reach over and gently lift the fever-reducing patch on his forehead.

"Are you going to the hospital, it's too serious......"

The little girl muttered to herself as she skillfully replaced it with a new fever-reducing patch.

It is a cold timbre, but the tail note is light and soft.

Wen Jiulan's heart was shocked, and she tried her best to open her eyes.

At first, my vision was a little blurry, as if it was covered with a layer of fog, and I couldn't see clearly.

He blinked hard, and finally saw the person next to the bed.

The peach blossom eyes are as bright as spring water, the nose and cherry lips are white, and the skin is whiter than snow.

She was looking at the phone screen, her pale eyebrows were frowning tightly, and her lips unconsciously pursed slightly because of worry, which was extremely smart and cute.

It was a vivid appearance that he hadn't seen in a dream for a long time.

Qi Youmian was looking at the various suggestions on his phone about fever, and habitually raised his eyes to look at Wen Jiulan, who was sleeping quietly, but suddenly met his eyes with a pair of red eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, then reacted suddenly, put the phone forward, and turned around to look at it full of surprise.

"Wen Jiulan, are you awake?"

As soon as the words came out, Qi Youmian realized the strangeness of the boy.

The eyes stared straight at her, and the tails of her eyes were flushed with fever, looking aggrieved.

But the eyes are as black as ink, but they are full of disbelief and nostalgia.

“…… Wen Jiulan? Qi Youmian leaned closer and shouted hesitantly.

In her shouting, the boy who had been staring at her without moving finally moved.

The hand that was carefully tucked into the quilt slowly lifted up, and the soft and slightly hot fingertips trembled slightly, touching the delicate face of the little girl.

The palm that falls on the side of the face, gently touching and extremely restrained hanging wrist, and the action of stroking the cheek is extremely cherished and nostalgic.

Qi Youmian was dumbfounded for a while, and could only look at Wen Jiulan in a daze.

"Young sleep?" Wen Jiulan shouted softly.

His expression was extremely complicated, which Qi Youmian couldn't understand.

She was suddenly a little scared, subconsciously dodged to the side, and asked uncomfortably, "Wen Jiulan, are you awake?" You have a fever of thirty-nine degrees at home, you know? ”

In order to relieve her nervousness, the little girl could only choose to babble.

Wen Jiulan slowly came back to his senses from the surprise of opening his eyes at the beginning, his gaze swept over the surrounding environment very quickly, and the sweet fragrance of the girl and the warm fragrance of food lingering on the tip of his nose were so real and warm that he finally realized that something was wrong after half a beat.

At the moment when he realized that something was wrong, his mind suddenly ached, as if he had been hit by something, which made his face, which was originally extremely ruddy because of fever, pale for a moment.

Qi Youmian muttered to herself, feeling less embarrassed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Realizing that Wen Jiulan hadn't spoken for a long time, she was afraid that people would fall asleep again, so she hurriedly turned her head to look.

After confirming that the person was still awake, Qi Youmian relieved his heart and asked casually, "Do you know what time it is?" ”

The boy's eyes are dark, as if there is a small universe hidden, deep enough to suck people in.

Hearing Qi Youmian's snorting question, Wen Jiulan shook her head slowly, "I don't know...... Can you tell me? ”

The slightly closed eyelids blocked the eyes, and the dense long eyelashes still carried a bit of moisture, condensing on the eyelashes and refusing to fall.

His voice was low and soft.

Qi Youmian, who wanted to ask the teacher for his guilt, suddenly felt as if he was bullying someone, and paused a little embarrassedly.

"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, if you don't wake up again, I'm really going to call 120!"

The little girl's cheeks were slightly bulging, and the appearance of her breath was so real that he could touch it as soon as he raised his hand.

Wen Jiulan looked at her softly, and her chapped lips slowly bent up.

Long time no see, my moon.