Devil Exclusive: Little cute, super fierce

Say, Ji Yeliang pulled down a bath towel and spread it on the washing table. Then he took Sheng Xia's body and hugged it.

Although she was sick and had no strength, the man still picked up midsummer with one hand and let her sit on the washing table, isolating the cold from the marble on the washing table with a bath towel.

And just because of illness, Ji Yeliang held the summer, panting slightly urgent.

Midsummer is sitting on the washing table, and Ji Yeliang lowers her head, thin lips just in her ear.

The sound of breathing, let midsummer's hands are clenched.

Ji Yeliang didn't do anything, he didn't do anything, just a few actions, a few words, but let midsummer want to cry, as if back to the past, when he was still a minor, he could be reckless to pester Ji Yeliang that carefree time.

At that time, midsummer was very happy.

At that time, Ji Yeliang was not as cold and unfeeling as some time ago.

Ji Yeliang turns on the hair dryer, which is very gentle. He plays with the wet hair of Midsummer in one hand, and blows back and forth with the hair dryer in the other hand.

Midsummer did not struggle, let the warm wind around his hair.

Although it's shoulder length short hair, there's a lot of hair in midsummer, and it takes a long time to blow each time.

Ji Yeliang blows patiently until his hair is dry.

"All right." Ji Yeliang put the hair dryer aside, picked up the comb and smoothed her hair. "Don't run out without drying your hair in the future, you know?"

"I thought you were dead." Midsummer blurts out.

This is true. On the way here, midsummer really made up a lot of confusion, even the alien invasion of the earth knocked Ji Yeliang dizzy and took him away.

Just blow a hair just, but Ji Yeliang seems to use up all the strength, the whole person is leaning on the side of the wall, light mouth way, "I'm not so easy to die."

"But... Your forehead is really hot. How many degrees have you had a fever? Are you sure it works? Sometimes when it comes to a certain degree, it's useless to take antipyretic. You have to have an injection. "

Ji Ye Liang raised her eyes and saw the girl's caring face.

The light of the bathroom is warm, shining in midsummer, the fundus of the eye is like countless stars, small and broken.

"Nothing." He spoke like this.

Completely gentle voice, with the power of appeasement.

Midsummer jumped down from the washing table and turned to go.

Ji Yeliang's eyes followed her, followed closely, "eh?"

"Go back and lie down. I'll make you porridge." Sheng Xia walks into the kitchen with her sleeves rolled.

"You don't need to do this." Ji Yeliang said again, "you'd better go back quickly..."

"I don't care if you need it or not." Sheng Xia turned around and said, "don't think about it. I'm just repaying my kindness. You know I don't like to owe others. After all, you've raised me for so many years. Before I had a fever and got sick, how did you treat me? I'm going to return it now."

Midsummer has been received by Ji Yeliang since the beginning of the new year. Every time he has a fever and a cold in midsummer, Ji Yeliang will push off his official business no matter how busy he is.

After returning home, I cooked congee for shengxia and took care of shengxia.

But he seldom has a cold and fever. It seems that this is the first time in so many years.

Ji Yeliang looks at her silently.