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Chapter 9 Chills and Fever
"I'm not hot." Yaoxing thought for a while and concluded: "Not only is it not hot, my skin feels ice cold."

As she spoke, the Penguin video on her phone automatically jumped to the next episode of the bloody plot for her.

When Xie Yinlan heard this, she frowned slightly, and the heat that she had finally suppressed suddenly came out of her chest again because of her words.

The half-hour cold shower was really in vain.

Xie Yinlan felt a dull pain in his head, as if a few characters had caught his heart, making him unable to help himself: "Bing Bing Liang Liang?"

Just now, after drinking the bowl of Double Ninth Festival soup, he was so hot that he was about to burn himself on fire, but she thoughtlessly said that she was ice-cold, which seemed to be abusing him.

"Yeah, that's right." Yao Xing didn't notice anything unusual and said again casually: "It's ice cold, maybe it's because my body temperature is low."

Xie Yinlan: "..."

I probably won’t be able to skip this joke.

In this moment of thought, he even thought of the name of his future child.

One is called Bingbing and the other is called Liangliang.

"Turn down the volume of the video, I'm going to sleep." All he could think about was how cold Xing Xing's skin was, so Xie Yinlan had no choice but to force herself to fall asleep early and eliminate all distracting thoughts.

Yaoxing quit Penguin Video directly, saw him lying down on the sofa, and asked, "Don't you want to sleep on the bed?"

"I won't sleep." Xie Yinlan said very gracefully, "The bed is for you."

He and she had agreed to get married, so there was no need to actually sleep together.

Yaoxing got down from the end of the bed, walked to the closet, took a shirt from Xie Yinlan, and said, "What if Grandma Li asks Aunt Li to come over and clean the sheets tomorrow?"

The old ancestor is very traditional, she will let people come to check the room like those old concubines in the ancient palace.

"You can tell her that I'm still very incompetent." Xie Yinlan slowly closed his eyelids, looking indifferent.

Yaoxing hugged his shirt slightly, raised her feet and walked towards the bathroom, saying in a lazy tone: "Okay, this is the only way."

However, it was midnight.

One is very hot and the other is very cold.

Xie Yinlan was lying on the sofa, holding the remote control of the air conditioner, turning down the air conditioner many times. He also went to the bathroom and flushed cold water two or three times. The dryness in his chest was always burning him like a small fireball.

Yaoxing, on the other hand, was lying on the bed, wrapped only in a thin quilt, shivering all over from the cold.

"Xie Yinlan, can you please don't turn the air conditioner so low? I'm so cold."

Xie Yinlan paused with the hand holding the remote control, and his eyes fell on the bed: "Is it cold?"

"Well." Yaxing's eyes were flushed and he said pitifully, "It's cold from the inside out."

Xie Yinlan frowned instantly: "Cold from the inside out?"

He is warm from the inside out.

Sure enough, it was the bowl of Double Ninth Festival soup that was causing trouble.

"We have all fallen into the trap of grandma." Xie Yinlan said, turning up the temperature.

"Ah?" Yaoxing was too cold to concentrate on thinking: "What kind of trap?"

"There is something wrong with that bowl of Double Ninth Festival soup." Xie Yinlan answered: "I am very hot now, but you are very cold. My great-grandmother clearly wants us to mingle together."

"..." Shake Xing.

Yaoxing's pupils trembled violently: "What should we do? If we don't sleep together, will we always have cold and fever?"

"Not sure." Xie Yinlan tried her best to restrain herself, then went to the closet to find some thicker suit jackets and covered her with them.

Yaoxing opened her trembling lips and said, "If it continues to be cold, then I must find a man to keep warm tomorrow."

"What did you say?" Xie Yinlan's eyes darkened: "Are you going to find another man to keep warm?"

(End of this chapter)