Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Unexpectedly, he turned his head and avoided it.

"Shangguan Rui?" Caring Yu frowned, not knowing what he meant.

What did he ask himself to do with the mask?

Frowning, he waited for Shangguan Rui to give himself a reasonable explanation.

Shangguan Rui still didn't speak, remained silent, his black eyes were still staring straight at him.

Caring Yu was at a loss, and really couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.

"Mask." Shangguan Rui repeated.

Caring Yu looked at him, then at herself, and understood——

Shangguan Rui wanted her to wear this.

"..."

It's just a mask, but he still has to fight with himself. It seems that Shangguan Rui is really sick.

Caring Yu sighed, put on the new mask by herself, and gave the old one to Shangguan Rui.

This time, Shangguan Rui didn't dodge any more and put it on.

Guan Yu fed Shangguan Rui some medicine and helped him to lie down.

Shangguan Rui was very cooperative, he would do whatever Guan Yu said, his dark eyes were fixed on Guan Yu's face, and there was an unknown emotion in his eyes.

Caring Yu was a little overwhelmed by him, but he could only try his best to calm down.

"Close your eyes and sleep for a while, I will watch the drip."

Shangguan Rui didn't move, and looked at her more deeply.

"Why don't you close your eyes? Is it very uncomfortable?" Caring Yu reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead.

In the next second, Shangguan Rui grabbed his wrist and put it to his lips for a kiss.

"Shangguan Rui, what are you doing? You are already sick, and you still think about that kind of thing?" Guan Yu was a little angry, and instinctively wanted to shake off, but Shangguan Rui's scorching breath stopped her movements.

"Didn't you have a drip? Why is it still so hot? You lie down and I'll take your temperature."

Take out the ear thermometer and measure it——

37 degrees six.

Although there is still some low-grade fever, it is not as serious as before.

Caring Yu let out a long breath, and put away the ear thermometer.

Suddenly a stern gaze shot over.

You don't need to think about it to know whose gaze it is——

In this room, apart from me, is Shangguan Rui!

If not him, who else?

Aren't people who are sick all mentally ill, so they lie down obediently and take a good rest?

Why is it Shangguan Rui's turn? There are so many troublesome things.

Guan Yuzhen had never seen a more difficult patient than Shangguan Rui, frowned, turned around——

"what happened again?"

"Come up." Shangguan Rui said darkly.

"No need, I'll just sit on the sofa." Caring Yu politely declined.

She was afraid that she would fall asleep after going to bed, and forgot to pay attention to the IV drip on Shangguan Rui's hand.

"Come up! Don't make me say it a third time." Shangguan Rui's face was gloomy.

They are so sick, and their temper is still so stinky, and they love to order people!

Caring about Yu at the moment, I really want to shake my head and leave.

After thinking about it, he is a patient, forget it.