Reaching out to touch his forehead, the temperature hasn't dropped yet.

Looking down, staring at his slightly dry lips, she asked softly, "Drink water?"

No one should.

People with a fever are prone to thirst, so she unscrewed the hot water she had just ordered at the pharmacy, and fed it to his lips little by little.

Some spilled out, and I reached out to wipe it off, but when I touched the corner of his burning lips, I stopped.

Pursing her lips slightly, she covered the water bottle and sat down.

But his eyes couldn't move away from his face, he watched tenderly, and the longing in his heart was broken.

The car stopped on the lawn of Jinghua Mansion, butler Yuan came up to meet him, his pupils dilated slightly when he saw Xu Qingchan, "Miss Xu?! Are you back?"

"Yes," she supported Qi Si, "Come and help me, Mr. Qi has a fever."

Hearing this, Yuan Fu's expression tightened, and he touched Qi Si's forehead, "Oh, it's so hot, why is the mister smelling so heavily of alcohol?"

Several servants came to help, Xu Qingchan looked at the man's back, feeling a little guilty.

He drank so much because of her.

Are those words really hurtful?
After the family doctor came to see him, he said that Qi Si fell ill due to overwork and a lot of preoccupations. He didn't sleep all night last night, and he drank so much alcohol today. After drinking strong alcohol, his body couldn't bear it, so he developed a fever .

Overworked.

Seeing the cold and pale face of the person on the bed, Xu Qingchan asked Yuan Fu, "Is your husband very hard at work?"

Yuan Fu sighed deeply, "Mr. works 365 days a day, like a spring that tightens himself. Before, the old lady would nag him to patronize work, but in the past he still had spare time activities. Ju, but this year it seems like I am competing with myself... I have been worried about his health for a long time, and the old lady is also persuading him, but Mr. is stubborn and doesn't listen to anyone."

"In the year that the girl left, my husband's whole state was not right. Compared with you at that time, he was a completely different person. Every day life is step-by-step, and you can't see any human emotions. You can't live with yourself. You After he left, he no longer allowed others to pick the flowers in the rose garden and lotus pond. I saw him standing in the rose garden a few times in a daze. "

"It's great that the girl can come back. Pity the poor Mr. Don't let him live without blood and flesh. He really cares about you. Only you can save him."

After listening to the old housekeeper's words, Xu Qingchan was in a daze for a long time.

He had such a bad year.

This is not what she wants to see.

Thinking of the appearance described by the housekeeper, a corner of her heart was sour.

Accompanying him in the room until the fever subsided, she got up and went downstairs.

Yuan Fu was surprised, "Miss, stay in Jinghua Mansion tonight, you should feel at ease with you here, sir."

"It's not suitable now," she nodded slightly, "Please take care of him, his fever has subsided, and he tends to get thirsty in the middle of the night."

Not being too reluctant, Yuan Fu only sighed slightly, and ordered the driver to take her back.

On the other side, Mu Xiuze sent the drunken person home, got up to make her hangover soup, and when he came back, the person on the sofa was gone.

There was the sound of rushing water from the bathroom next door, and he sat on the sofa with the hangover soup in his hand, waiting.

20 minute passed, 30 minutes passed...

Feeling worried, she knocked on the bathroom door, "Wanwan?"

"Wanwan?"

No response.

Fearing that she would drown in the bathtub in a drunken state, Mu Xiuze opened the door.

Xuxu took a look out of the corner of his eye, and the man gasped.

There was still water in the bathtub, and the person in it had indeed fallen asleep.

He fell asleep on his stomach without even taking off his clothes.

It's really dangerous. A drunken person has no senses when he's intoxicated.

After turning off the water, he called her, "Wanwan?"

"Yang Wanwan."

She struggled to open a slit of her eyes, unable to resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep again.

Staring at her soft face for a moment, Mu Xiuze gritted his teeth and turned his head to help her take off the wet clothes one by one.

This process is very tormenting. It is inevitable to encounter women's smooth skin. Even if you don't look at it, your mind will automatically fill up those hot scenes.

It's a good thing I haven't had it before, because I know how addictive she is. Now he, a normal man who has been a Tang monk for two years, helps his beloved woman undress...

Can't see or eat, only torture.

"Okay," the man's voice became hoarse, "You wash yourself, and drink sober soup after washing."

"Yang Wanwan?"

There was only the woman's shallow breathing in the room.

Mu Xiuze clenched his cheeks and cursed inwardly.

This is how he behaves when he's drunk, and he doesn't have a sense of self-protection at all, but he still has a big addiction to food, so he always looks drunk every time.

If it were another man tonight, then she...

Thinking of this, he felt a fire in his heart. If someone really dared to do anything to her, he would definitely kill that person.

While reciting the sage book silently, he bathed the woman, wrapped her in the bath towel on the shelf after work, and carried her back to the bedroom.

The soft body was next to each other, Mu Xiuze's temples twitched, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

He went to the living room to bring her the hangover soup, and when he saw the scene on the bed, his Adam's apple rolled down hard.

"Hold!"

The goblin rolled the towel away by himself, and slept soundly on his side, his milk-like skin and seductive curves all stimulated his self-control.

I can't help but think of those fragrant scenes when we were together in my mind.

Forget it, he has avoided her again and again, she is not afraid of death.

When looking at the woman again, Mu Xiuze's gaze became much hotter. He helped her up and fed her medicine, but he didn't help her put on a bath towel.

Yang Wanwan drank the soup in a daze, lay down and wanted to continue to sleep, but suddenly her jaw tightened slightly, and a warm breath came over her.

Quickly seal her breath.

Since he couldn't eat it, but he worked so hard to take care of her tonight, he should get some oil and water anyway.

Grabbing her hand, Mu Xiuze originally wanted to comfort his long-dried soul, but his breathing gradually became heavy after being touched by her, and he was a little hard to extricate himself from.

"Um--"

She protested softly, and the man clenched his fists, and with strong willpower, he managed to hold back without losing control.

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