School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 538 Taking care of her sick
"It's hot."

It looks like he has a fever.

He quickly walked out of the bedroom and asked the servant to bring the medicine box.

First, measure the temperature with an electronic thermometer, which shows 39 degrees 7.

Put down the thermometer, wring out a wet towel, and place it on your forehead, wrist, or calf.

He squeezed her hand tightly in distress, buried his head deeply in his palm, and said with a low voice: "What an idiot, I told you not to get in the rain, but you are so self-willed, what should I do with you."

Unexpectedly, this idiot actually used the method of soaking in ice water to dispel the pain in his body.

"Well……."

Most Qiyue wanted to open her eyes in a daze, but she felt weak and exhausted, and wanted to sleep, but there was a familiar voice whispering beside her, which made her not want to fall asleep easily.

Struggling, he opened his confused eyes and stared blankly at the white ceiling above his head.

"Is it hard?"

Nangong Han immediately stood up, half-supported her up, turned around and fetched anti-fever medicine, "Come on, drink the medicine, the fever will go away."

Zuo Qiyue rolled her eyes, and her gaze stayed on his face.

Tears fell down uncontrollably.

He treated her so cruelly, why did he still play an affectionate role?

She has had such gentle eyes before, but all tenderness is just passing away, quicksand that cannot be grasped will eventually flow away through the fingers...

His fingertips slowly covered her cheeks, gently wiping away the tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

His heart ached to the point of suffocation, he said hoarsely: "Drink the medicine, and your body will recover."

"..."

Zuo Qiyue remained silent, opened his mouth awkwardly, and drank the medicine handed him, the tears in his eye sockets fell silently.

Putting down the bowl, he gently touched her forehead with his big hand, it was still very hot, took off the towel, soaked it in water, wrung it out, folded it neatly, and put it on her white forehead again.

"Sleep well, tomorrow will be fine."

Pulling the quilt up and tucking it around her neck, he sat down again.

Most Qiyue still opened his empty eyes, trying to stand up and drive him away, but his body was really tired and he couldn't exert any strength.

He wanted to insult him, but his throat seemed to be stuck, and there was no sound at all.

"Go to sleep quickly, don't think about it."

Seeing that she hadn't closed her eyes, Nangong Han called her out again.

It seemed that she stood up and asked him why he did this and what he meant, but she didn't have any strength in her body.

Feeling very dizzy, helplessly, she closed her eyes.

Seeing that she finally closed her eyes, her heart sank a little.

Throughout the night, he has been busy, helping her change towels and so on. Although he is very tired, he dare not even take a nap.

It wasn't until he felt that her fever was gradually subsiding that he lay down beside the bed, unable to restrain himself, and fell into a deep sleep.

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The next day.

Mo Qiyue gently moved her fingertips, opened her eyes, and turned her head to see that Nangong Han was sleeping peacefully with her face sideways.

Looking at the handsome silhouette and familiar face, like a knife, it stabbed her heart fiercely, tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, and a drop of tear slowly fell down.

Scenes from last night are still playing wildly in my mind.

She sat up with difficulty.

He woke up suddenly, sat up straight, without saying a word, reached out to touch her forehead, the normal temperature made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Most July hastily got out of bed.

"It's good to be well, don't catch a cold." Nangong Han grabbed the coat next to her and draped it over her shoulders.

(End of this chapter)