When the iceberg is sweetened by me

Chapter 275 Cold Urticaria
He took the glass of water.

After holding the hot water glass in the palm of the hand, the heat spread throughout the whole body through the palm, and the whole body felt much more comfortable immediately.

After a while, there was the sound of water being drained from the bathroom again.

What kind of woman is this...

Thinking of such a thing, he took a small sip.

He seldom drinks hot water. Boiled water, if he drinks it carefully sometimes, will inevitably burn his mouth.

At this time, the warmth flows into the throat, which is much more comfortable.

After he drank a third, she came out with a basin of hot water. The white towel was soaked in the water. Even though the suite was very warm, the steam from the water in the basin could still be seen.

The water seemed to be very hot, and when she stretched her hand into it, she was burned, but she still tried to wring out the towel inside half dry, and then said to him: "Stretch out your arm."

He didn't say anything, he drank water with one hand, and stretched out the arm close to her.

Originally, he didn't feel anything on his arm, but when he stretched it out, he saw a pink bump on the joint of his elbow and wrist.

She was like a prophet, and he finally asked again: "What the hell am I?"

She warmed his elbow first, and then glanced at the water glass, he had drunk half of it.

So, she quietly replied: "Cold urticaria."

He had never heard of it.

"What caused it?"

"This has something to do with one's physique. Usually, after the body is exposed to cold, itchy edema and wheals appear on the body, that is, your pink bumps. You can go to the hospital and it won't get better in a while..."

"This also has genetic factors. When you go to the hospital to register and queue up, or the doctor asks you to take a blood test, the longer you delay, the colder you will feel and the more uncomfortable you will feel. As long as you keep warm in time, drink plenty of water, or take some VC, you will OK."

"It's that simple?" Luo Gucheng couldn't drink the water any more, his brows sank, and he looked at her and said, "What do you mean by embarrassing me?"

Mei Zhixueluo suddenly smiled when he heard his question.

There was an inexplicable warmth in the way she smiled.

"You're a boy..." She raised her eyebrows, her tone became more gentle, "Boys are afraid of the cold, isn't it embarrassing?"

Hold.

Is he thinking wrong?
For a moment he was speechless.

She continued to soak the towel and warmed his arm, but seeing his skin color and the length of his arm, she sighed: "You see, because you are too white, these wheals look too obvious, but your arm is not harmonious It’s as strong as those little boys whose arms are as thin as sticks.”

"Don't compare me with those bumpkins."

"Bump?" she repeated, glancing at the big gold chain he had thrown by the bed.

He became angry from embarrassment, "I won this, not bought it!"

"The other arm." She didn't answer his words.

At this time, her eyes turned to the quilt. He was sitting on the bed with his legs curled up.

She said again: "You can't shrink your legs, it's difficult for blood to circulate in your legs, and it's not easy to get well."

"Then what should I do!" The young and frivolous he immediately became irritable, "This bed is so cold, I won't be warm in a while!"

The woman was silent.

Just when he thought he shouldn't be yelling at a woman he met for the first time, she suddenly stopped covering his arms.

Instead, she looked at him and wondered, "I can give you a warm quilt."

"What?" Did he hear it right?

This woman took the initiative to crawl into his bed?
(End of this chapter)