Nan Xian was in a daze, feeling as if she had been being fiddled with.

There are a pair of big hands, the fingertips are slightly rough, and the palms are covered with thin calluses left by holding the pen for many years, with a slightly cold temperature, constantly messing around her.

It stroked her arms, brushed her waist and abdomen, and then gradually descended, gently rubbing her thighs.

His movements were like massage, but she felt that something was not right.

...... Who is it?

Confused and apprehensive, Nan Xian gradually regained some of her consciousness, she took a deep breath, and slowly opened her heavy eyelids.

He Mingxiao bent over, his cuffs pulled up to his wrists, and he was seriously cooling down Nan Xian.

His palms were cold, but there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and beads of sweat covered his forehead finely.

Suddenly, he noticed a gaze coming from the direction above his head, was slightly stunned, and raised his head in surprise-

Nan Xian was looking at him, her expression was complex and subtle, her eyebrows were strangely distorted, as if she was surprised and shy, and the tips of her ears were slightly red.

What are you ...... doing?

Her voice was still hoarse from weakness, and she could not continue after saying a word.

Seeing this, He Mingxiao hurriedly took the alcohol bottle that was about to be empty and handed it to her, and at the same time quickly explained: "I'm physically cooling you, and the doctor said that you have a high fever and you have to do this." ”

Nan Xian's brain was still a little drowsy, she couldn't get the energy to think about the cause and effect of all this, and when she heard the word "doctor", she relaxed her heart slightly, and then closed her eyes tiredly.

Forget it, just touch it, it's not like he hasn't touched it anyway......

He Mingxiao poured a cup of warm water, tried it himself, and made sure that the water temperature was right before bringing the cup close to her lips.

"Here, be careful." His tone was as soft as if he were treating a newborn baby.

Nan Xian subconsciously had goosebumps, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, and the question of last night flashed in her heart again-

He Mingxiao, has it really changed a lot?

After half a cup of warm water, she felt much better and gradually recovered some vitality.

"What time is it?"

He helped her sit up and stuffed a pillow behind her waist, "At two o'clock in the afternoon, you don't have to worry about the show, I've taken care of everything, and you can recuperate with peace of mind for the next two days." ”

Nan Xian pursed her lips, "You-how did you deal with it?" ”

Two days seems to be a short time, but for a variety show that is being recorded, every minute and every second is precious, and if you delay it for a day, the program team will lose a lot of money.

He Mingxiao smiled and said very casually: "I sent a year of promotion and hot search to the program team." ”

Nan Xian's forehead twitched her temples fiercely.

A year's hot search...... Is this a panic because of the money?

She took a deep breath to ease her shocked nerves, thought for a moment, and said, "It's because I'm sick and delayed, this money should be paid by me, you-"

He Mingxiao interrupted her: "You forgot, you are also an artist under the He Group now, and I should take care of you and help you solve difficulties." ”

"You don't have to do this, I take my own responsibility. How much money, I'll transfer you. ”

Her tone was firm, and her action of transferring money with her mobile phone was even more firm.

It was as determined as if he was going to use a knife in the next second to carve a trench between the two that could not be crossed.

He Mingxiao reached out and gently pressed her wrist, stopping her movements.

He lowered his eyes, sighed, and smiled slightly bitterly at the corner of his lips: "Nanxian, don't refuse me...... There's very little I can do for you, so you're just going to be me—a stupid man with a lot of money. ”

Nan Xian looked at him and opened her mouth, unable to refute.

She was silent for a moment, put away her phone, and stopped mentioning the transfer.