Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

"No need to!"

Yan Nian looked at him with disgust, how could he have a fever and become so hypocritical, "This temperature is not necessary, you just have to sweat under the quilt!"

"Oh."

"Well, I'll cook soup for you, be good!"

With that, he squeezed Jiang Beiyuan's face.

The hand feels pretty good. Why haven’t you noticed that his face is so smooth and tender before? Hey Yannian, what are you doing, taking advantage of others' deliriousness to take advantage of Liang’s women and men? What about your moral bottom line? !

Jiang Beiyuan nodded gently.

"I don't want to die."

He says.

"I want to be with you for a long time, a long time, and I want to live a long life with you."

"Tsk, what silly thing to say, you can be honest with me now, you can live a hundred years, your wife, I won't hurt you, don't worry!"

After speaking, she broke away from his hand, tucked his quilt, and repeatedly ordered him not to sweat the quilt, and then left to the kitchen.

I remember that when she was a child, she had a fever. Her father did this and made her sweat under the covers.

Cut some ginger, green onion, garlic white, mulberry leaves, white radish... and boil in a pot.

Then let her drink.

There is no need to take medicine or injections, as long as the fever does not exceed 39 degrees, it can be cured by the body itself.

She didn't like going to the hospital since she was a child, and she didn't like injections and medicine.

Her father Yan Yuming doesn't like hospitals either.

As for why he didn't like it, Yan Yuming never told her.

Yannian only knew that before Yan Yuming was alive, her childhood was really good and carefree.

When she dreamed back at midnight, she could dream of Yan Yuming and the long alley in her memory. She was still the little girl who liked to wear a pettiskirt and pigtails, as if nothing had changed.

The past is always good, but it's a pity that those memories stay in the depths of time. Everyone has to go forward and not just remember the past.

Yannian made the soup, brought it in, and blew to Jiang Beiyuan while walking.

Really, it was the first time that she served a person like this, neither Ding Baoyi nor Huaiguang received such treatment.

Jiang Beiyuan has been watching her.

Keeping that posture, motionless, he was lying flat like this before she left, so it has always been like this?

"Aren't you stupid, watching what I do, I said I won't go, come, get up and drink soup—"

Putting the bowl on the table, she pulled him up, took a pillow and put it against him.

"Can you drink it yourself?" Yannian asked.

Jiang Beiyuan shook his head.

"Let me feed you?"

Jiang Beiyuan nodded.

Saying: "..."

She leaned over, wrapped one hand around his neck, and then directly poured a bowl into his mouth.

"Drink slowly, don't choke, I don't have a spoon here, so you can just drink it!"

Jiang Beiyuan: "..."

After drinking, she thoughtfully wiped the corners of his mouth, rubbing his lips with her soft fingers.

Jiang Beiyuan, who had a fever, was pale with his thin lips, and the moment he wanted to withdraw his hand, he suddenly grabbed his hand and rubbed it against his face.

His palm was hot, and his fingertips were boiling hot.

Yannian felt her hands start to sweat.

"You let me go and sleep well!"

"I want to hold you……"

"what??"

"I want to hug you." Jiang Beiyuan repeated it again.

Yannian's heart is soft, the kind that is fatal, "You hug, I didn't let you hug."

He shook his head, solemnly, "I have sweat on my body and I am not clean."

"I don't dislike you!"

After speaking, he took the initiative to reach out and hugged Jiang Beiyuan.

What's wrong with him today? How is he so cute and so affectionate?

She just held him like this, even if he was very hot, she didn't want to let go.