Guess how much she didn't drink.

"Can you go?" He asked her.

Song Wanyue shook her head and stretched her arm towards him: "Hug." ”

Duan Baiting: "......"

He put down the bottle in his hand, walked back to the couch, and bent down.

Song Wanyue climbed onto his shoulders and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

Don't forget to emphasize: "Don't get me wrong, I haven't forgiven you yet." ”

"Hmm." His tone was light.

The person was carried out, and the car was parked downstairs.

Seeing this, the driver hurriedly got down and opened the door.

Song Wanyue was quite honest after getting in the car, and she didn't make a fuss.

It was only when the driver turned around and was about to drive home that she said she didn't want to go home.

She didn't want to go back to the place where she had embarrassing memories just yet.

After a while, Duan Baiting still obeyed her and asked the driver to drive the car to the Tingshui Hotel.

The nearest 5-star hotel nearby.

Ten minutes away, swiped the card to open a presidential suite.

Song Wanyue took off her clothes and wanted to take a bath, and Duan Baiting saw her like this, and she could fall off herself every step she walked.

"I'll wash it tomorrow and go rest first."

can make a person with a habit of cleanliness say this, which is enough to show how uneasy he is about Song Wanyue after drinking.

Once Song Wanyue got stubborn, ten cows couldn't pull it back: "If I don't take a bath, I won't be able to sleep." ”

She was aggrieved.

Duan Baiting endured and endured, feeling that the few patiences he had in his life were all used on her.

In the end, it was a compromise and gave the final regression.

"The bathroom door is open."

Song Wanyue blinked: "You want to peek at me taking a bath?" ”

Duan Baiting: "......"

He tried to keep his composure: "I need to make sure you're safe." ”

Song Wanyue wanted to see a little trace of lying in his eyes very seriously.

Unfortunately, it is disappointing that he is not half a point.

didn't want to peek at her taking a bath, Song Wanyue scolded him in her heart for being tasteless.

Beauty bathing, what a pleasing picture, he is not interested yet.

She dialed the hotel's internal line, and ten minutes later, room service had everything ready.

I also brought a bottle of red wine in an ice bucket and a scented candle to spice things up. Probably thought they were going to bathe in this bathtub with mandarin ducks.

It's a pity that this man is old-fashioned!

Song Wanyue complained about him fiercely in her heart.

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She honestly opened the bathroom door with the bathtub facing the sofa.

Duan Baiting is like a modern version of Yanagi Hui, but he really does not mess up.

With his long legs folded and his slack sitting, he casually took a book from the bookshelf next to him.

Raise your eyes occasionally to make sure she's still alive.

Song Wanyue was lying in the bathtub full of petals, looking at him with resentment.

Unmoved, he lowered his head and continued to look at the original French book in his hand.

I don't know if I was angry, or if I soaked for too long all day today.

I just soaked in the hot spring for more than an hour, and this will take a bath for more than half an hour.

Coupled with that sip of red wine, Song Wanyue was dizzy and weak.

Just as she felt like she was sinking, a pair of strong arms fished her out of the bathtub.

Song Wanyue leaned dizzily into the other party's arms, and let out an uncomfortable moan in her throat.

"Duan Baiting, it's uncomfortable." She lost her arrogance just now, and pitifully grabbed the collar of his shirt and poured out her grievances.

He brought a towel to dry the water on her body, then put it on the bed and covered it with a quilt.

"What's the discomfort?"

"All, all."

She was really uncomfortable, lightheaded, and tired.

Duan Baiting reached out and touched her forehead, a little feverish.

I guess I got a cold.

But the heating in the hotel was so good that even if she soaked in the bathtub naked, she shouldn't catch a cold.

Song Wanyue confessed to him that it should have been when she was soaking in the hot spring just now.

The voice of the speaker is weak, and the bright and flamboyant momentum of the past is gone.

In an instant, it changed from a rich flower in the world to a delicate little white lotus.

"Headache." She cried.

Duan Baiting held her in his arms: "I'll take you to the hospital first, can you still move now?" ”

Although she is pampered, she is not yet to the point where she cannot take care of herself.

used to have a good face, but I could endure a fracture.

But in front of Duan Baiting, even if her hair was split ends, she couldn't wait to squeeze out two tears.

Said that the ends of the hair hurt.

Now I have a fever and a headache, and it's even worse.

It was as if the end of the world was coming, and he couldn't wait to feed him himself when he drank water and took medicine.

"I don't need an injection, I'll drink a pill and get some sleep."

"Hmm."

Perhaps because his tutor since childhood played a role, Duan Baiting has always been highly tolerant of patients.

Song Wanyue relied on her identity as a patient to make frequent in-progress.

He was not allowed to go, nor was he allowed to read, let him accompany him.

Duan Baiting agreed one by one.

She had just finished taking the medicine, but it didn't work immediately, and she was still top-heavy and uncomfortable.

I felt chills on my body, and the quilt didn't work.

She looked at Duan Baiting with teary eyes: "Tingting, I'm still so cold." ”

He tucked the quilt for her, and brought the remote control to prepare to turn up the room temperature.

Song Wanyue reached out to unbutton his shirt: "You use your body to warm me up." ”

Duan Baiting: "......"

He took her restless hand away from him, put on his ripped shirt, and reminded her in a deep voice: "If you are sick, be at ease." ”

Wine is strong and courageous, and Miss Song herself is bold.

It's equivalent to stacking another layer of buff on her.

Now there is an additional identity of a patient, and if you don't use the privilege, it's just a brain watt.

"Then I'm cold, what if it's cold." Her voice was a little nasal, soft and delicate.

Looking up at him, his eyes were red and his nose was red.

The clothes on the body were prepared by the hotel, champagne-colored La Perla dressing gowns.

Inside is a long slip dress of the same color.

The texture is soft and close to the skin.

Because of her movements, her nightgown had already slipped off her shoulders.

The nightdress inside is held in place with only two extremely thin shoulder straps, the collarbones are deep, and the swan neck is slender and fair.

The skin that has done the SPA is more delicate and smooth than before.

Song Wanyue sniffed: "Others say that it's a seven-year itch, how long have we been married, don't you like me?" ”

He really couldn't understand her brain circuitry, but he still managed to lull her to sleep first.

"It's normal to have colds and chills, drink some hot water and lie down well, don't move."

"Don't." Once her stubborn temper comes up, she is more than arrogant.

Arrogant and willful, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Don't be angry with him.

Duan Baiting chased after him in two steps, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was a little stern: "It's eleven o'clock, it's snowing heavily, where can you go now?" ”

Song Wanyue shook off his hand: "Don't worry about it, I have a place to go." ”

Duan Baiting pressed the corner of his forehead, and his tone was helpless: "Is this the same at home?" ”