She suddenly raised her hand and touched his forehead, and she guessed correctly: "You have a fever." ”

She just found out that Xie Shang was not in any energy today, and the air conditioner in the car was turned on so low that he was still sweating on his forehead.

Xie Shang measured it with his own hands: "Is there one?" ”

"Yes."

He burned not low.

The green light was on, and the driver of the car behind was impatient and kept honking his horn to urge.

Xie Shang didn't care, stepped on the accelerator lightly, and drove through the intersection very slowly.

When they got to the other side, Wen Changling said, "You pull over, I'll drive." ”

"You're not afraid?"

Wen Changling is not proficient in driving.

She saw that Xie Shang's lips were a little pale, which should be very uncomfortable: "It's okay to drive slowly." ”

Xie Shang pulled over.

The two switched positions, Wen Changling fastened his seat belt, turned his head to look at Xie Shang, and waited for him to fasten before starting the car. Probably because of the fever, he moved a little slower than usual.

"Let's not go out to eat, let's go home and eat."

"Hmm." Xie Shang lowered the seat.

Wen Changling drove cautiously and asked Xie Shang, "Is there any side effect of that perfume?" ”

"It's not."

During the research and development, Xie Shang did a test, and the bottle of perfume had no side effects. There are side effects of something he will not stay.

"It's just a cold." He said.

"Are there any other symptoms besides fever?"

"Nope." Xie Shang reminded, "It's time to change lanes." ”

"Oh."

It's about to turn right.

Wen Changling hurriedly went to hit the turn signal, and the front was almost to the solid line, and before she could wait for three seconds, she quickly changed lanes.

Xie Shang felt that he would let her drive less in the future.

Halfway through, Wen Changling stopped the car.

She unbuckled her seatbelts: "You wait for me in the car." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Go buy medicine."

There was a pharmacy opposite, Wen Changling got out of the car, and when the lights on the crosswalk turned green, she ran to the opposite side.

Xie Shang lowered the window and lay on the back of the chair with his head sideways, not quite wanting to move. There is a lot of traffic outside the car window, passers-by who get off work are in a hurry, there are many food stalls on the street, busy and lively, the high fever makes him react very slowly, his eyes become dull, just looking in one direction, the shadow in his pupils slowly turns into a small dot.

Wen Changling bought antipyretics.

It was almost six o'clock when I got home.

Wen Changling asked the pharmacist when he bought the medicine, and this antipyretic medicine can be taken before meals. She poured a glass of warm water and gave it to Xie Shang: "You took the medicine." ”

Xie Shang took the water, swallowed the pill, and lay back on the recliner.

"Go to your room and sleep."

He hummed and got up from the recliner.

He is sick and doesn't talk much, his pace slows down, but his obedience is high.

"I'll call you when the meal is ready."

"You do?" Last time Granny Zhu went back to her hometown, Wen Changling went to the powder shop on time every day to report, Xie Shang was a little skeptical, "Do you know how to cook?" ”

She nodded, "It's okay." ”

Xie Shang's kitchen was semi-open, and he could see Wen Changling in the bedroom, she was busy, going back and forth. She also went out and came back with eggs in both hands.

The curtains were not drawn, and the sunset began to be a bit dazzling. Slowly, slowly, it darkened.

*****

"Xie Shang."

"Xie Shang."

Xie Shang opened his eyes, the low color temperature lamp hung on the roof, a little dazzling, he blocked it with his hand, Wen Changling's face penetrated into his sight from his fingers.

She tied her hair up and had a chopstick stuck in it.

"When the meal is ready, do you want to get up and eat?"

Xie Shang sat up.

"Changling."

"Hmm."

I don't know if the high fever made his voice hoarse, or because he had just woken up: "Do you still smell lime?" ”

Wen Changling shook his head.

Xie Shang often deals with spices, and his sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people, or maybe his tolerance to Lian Ning is very low, but he can still smell it. After waking up last night, he didn't sleep again, turned the air conditioner to the lowest temperature, and spent it until dawn.

By this time it was completely dark.

Wen Changling didn't ask Xie Shang to do anything, just sat on a chair in the courtyard, waiting for dinner. She was in the kitchen, serving vegetables and porridge, and she also made soup, pear stewed apple stewed with brown sugar.

Xie Shang supported his chin with one hand and looked at the kitchen. The lights, the aprons, the stove that was messed up and dirty by Wen Changling, the faucet that was still dripping without turning off it, the smell of fireworks all over the yard, the fireflies in the grass...... Everything is very good.

It's just—

Xie Shang took a bite of green vegetables: "How much salt did you put in it?" ”

"Not much."

Wen Changling is not the first time to cook, not a new hand.

She tasted it herself: "It's not salty." "She felt very light.

Xie Shang drank water.

She tasted it again, and the chopsticks were salty: "Oh, it should be that the salt is not fried." "It's not a big problem.

She stood up, took Xie Shang's bowl, and added another spoonful of egg and lean porridge to the bowl: "If it's salty, drink more porridge, so that it won't be salty." ”

Xie Shang: "......"

That's what Miss Wen said, cooking is okay.

There is nothing wrong with lean porridge and shredded potatoes, but it is not delicious or unpalatable, Wen Changling is not particular about eating, and it can be cooked.

After eating, Wen Changling went to wash the dishes, Xie Shang went over to help, she waved her hand and said no. Xie Shang lit a mosquito repellent incense and put it in the kitchen, and he sat in the yard watching her busy.

The night is starry, and the evening breeze is blowing.

Wen Changling cleaned up, dried his hands, and went over to touch Xie Shang's head. She had just washed her hands, and her palms were cold, Xie Shang subconsciously lowered her head and pressed her hand tighter.

"It's still a little hot." She said, "Do you want to go to the hospital?" ”

"You don't have to go."

Xie Shang didn't want to move at all now.

"Wait a minute."

Wen Changling ran out.

Xie Shang stared at the door, sat for a while, got up, and went to the room.

The door was not closed, it was half open, and after Wen Changling came back, he directly pushed the door open. In the house, Xie Shang just took off his shirt.

Few men have erection hormones at the same time, but also give people the feeling of Zhilan Yushu, even if he is disheveled, he still exudes a breezy and moonlit style.

The body is obviously very desired, but there is a cold feeling on that face that is difficult to blaspheme.

It's so fragmented, it makes people can't help but want to destroy.

Wen Changling turned around slowly: "I'm sorry." ”

She took the door and went outside to wait.

Xie Shang changed into pajamas: "Okay, you can come in." ”

Only then did Wen Changling push the door in again and pull over the shorter chair.

"You sit here."

Xie Shang sat up, wearing black pajamas, his hair was a little messy when he changed clothes, the buttons were not buttoned to the top, and the exposed skin was lined whiter by black, so he had more life on his body.

Wen Changling opened the packaging bag of the antipyretic patch, half-squatted, pulled away the hair in front of Xie Shang's forehead, and pasted the antipyretic patch.

Xie Shang picked up the bag she had thrown on the table.

"What is this?"

"Antipyretic patch, don't you know?"

She soothed.

Xie Shang had never seen this thing, and a baby was painted on the bag.

"Isn't that for kids?"

"Adults can use it too."

Wen Changling tore open another one, tilted his head, and stuck it on Xie Shang's neck: "This is the leftover for Tongtong last time, and it is about to expire." ”

Xie Shang: "......"

There was a corner that was not pasted properly, and it was glued.

Wen Changling approached to get it.

Xie Shang remained motionless, letting her fiddle.

She took out the horn and smoothed it: "It's pasted, you go to sleep, I'll go back." ”

Xie Shang took her hand.

He was still very uncomfortable, and the antipyretic patch was very slow, not as cool as her fingers rubbing her skin.

"I'll be back later."

He got up and hugged Wen Changling.

He smelled it again, lime.

Four o'clock, haven't slept yet, who else.

There is also Xie Xingxing, who blows the air conditioner in the middle of the night and blows to the fever......