I Struggled To Survive In the Girl Group

wide double bed,

A slender figure was wrapped in a soft quilt. Her long hair was disheveled, and her face was morbidly pale.

After a while, the person lying on the bed turned over and opened his eyes sleepily.

the bedroom is dark,

The thick blackout curtains are drawn tightly,

Not a shred of light penetrated.

In the darkness, Wen Ling fumbled to turn on the switch in front of the bed,

The soft glow of the bedside lamp lights up,

Light up a small clearing.

She took out the phone she put aside and glanced at the time.

Five thirty in the afternoon.

There are two unread messages in WeChat,

All from Yizhuo.

One was sent at noon: "Just take the medicine and sleep for a while."

Another from half an hour ago: "Are you awake?"

Wen Ling typed and replied, "Wake up."

After taking the medicine at noon, the drowsiness quickly came up.

She fell asleep,

It was this time when I woke up.

Although she slept all afternoon, she still felt groggy and her body was limp.

No strength.

Wen Ling rarely gets sick, and is really not used to her weak appearance.

She casually threw her phone aside,

put a coat over the nightdress,

Then I got out of bed and went to the table to pour a glass of hot water,

Putting it on his lips, he took a sip.

"Boom, boom."

At this time,

There was a soft knock on the door.

Then came a tempting female voice: "Captain?"

Wen Ling put down the cup, walked over and opened the door.

Yi Zhuo stood at the door,

Her long hair is tied up, her smile is flamboyant and wanton, and she is still beautiful even in loose home clothes.

In her hand she held a huge tray with a steaming casserole on it,

There are two sets of tableware next to it.

Wen Ling: ?

She didn't speak, her arm rested on the door, and the expression on her face paused for a moment.

Yi Zhuo smiled, went straight into the room, and put the tray on the small table by the window.

She turned on the chandelier switch, and the soft white light suddenly flooded the entire room.

Then she turned around and greeted, "Come and have something to eat."

Wen Ling closed the door, wrapped his coat tightly and walked over.

She glanced at the casserole on the table, her eyes were indifferent and emotionless.

"I'm not feeling well today, so I won't do it."

"what are you saying."

Yi Zhuo looked at her with complicated eyes, sighed softly, and pulled him into his arms. She put her arms around Wen Lingjin's thin waist, bowed her head slightly, and rubbed his forehead.

"You think I'm here just to sleep with you?"

Wen Ling let her hold her, without resisting or doing anything else.

She looked up, her breath hot from the heat.

"Then what are you doing?"

The arms around her waist froze.

Yi Zhuo often feels that although Wen Ling is usually gentle and considerate, he is cold in his bones.

When others are sick, they tend to be softer and more fragile than usual, but when Wen Ling was sick, he removed his usual gentle disguise and became a little sharper. Every cell in the body seems to be saying - tired, stop acting, don't bother me.

But such a stubborn Wen Ling made her feel more distressed than usual.

So instead of letting go, Yi Zhuo held the person in his arms a little tighter.

She said softly, "I miss you, come and see you."

Wen Ling laughed: "Didn't I just see it this morning... um."

Halfway through the words, Yi Zhuo suddenly lowered his head and covered her lips.

They kissed frequently, passionately and long, and quickly aroused the interest of the body.

But today's kisses seem to be different from those in the past. They are not aggressive and become very gentle. Wen Ling supported Yi Zhuo's arm, and subconsciously wanted to push her away, but she looked at the person in front of her with her eyes closed slightly, her fingers tangled a little bit, and she was finally unable to start.

Yi Zhuo kissed for a long time before stopping. Wen Ling had no strength at first, but now her legs were soft, so she could only hug her, and put her arms on each other's shoulders.

Noticing that Wen Ling's body was gradually relaxing, Yi Zhuo smiled silently, leaned into her ear, and said, "Does the captain miss me?"

Wen Ling looked away uncomfortably and said, "Don't do this, it will be contagious."

"It's okay." Yi Zhuo stretched out her hand, pinned the broken hair in her ear behind her ear, and whispered, "Then I'll accompany you to get sick."

Wen Ling sighed: "Don't make trouble, eat."

Yi Zhuo then released the hand that was wrapped around Wen Ling's waist, and helped her to sit down on the chair in a good mood, while he sat on the opposite side.

She lifted the lid of the casserole, and the aroma rose and quickly filled the room.

In the casserole, there is yam pork ribs soup, the oil is skimmed clean, and there are a few red wolfberries floating on it, which looks very good.

Wen Ling took a sip with the spoon, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"You did it?"

She usually doesn't pay much attention to appetite. She thinks that many things taste the same, and they are all used to satisfy the stomach.

But the soup in the bowl is very delicious. The aroma of meat and yam is mixed together. It is rich but not greasy, with a touch of sweetness. Everything is just right.

Yi Zhuo looked at her and smiled, "otherwise?"

She is not a big lady. In those difficult days, in order to save money, she has long practiced good cooking skills.

Wen Ling took two more sips and commented, "It's delicious."

She scooped up a piece of stewed tender ribs and put it into her mouth to taste. It was easy to take off the bones and melted in the mouth, so she couldn't help but eat another piece immediately.

"Eat more if you like, I can make it for you often."

Seeing that the bowl on the other side was about to bottom out, Yi Zhuo quickly added another bowl to her, "But you can't eat too much today, you're still sick."

Wen Ling nodded, "Got it."

***

Wen Ling didn't plan to let Yi Zhuo stay overnight, but as a saying goes came in.

Yi Zhuo closed the door, then suddenly bent over and picked her up.

Wen Ling was startled: "You..."

Yi Zhuo ignored her, just walked quickly to the bed, stuffed the person into the quilt, and covered it tightly.

Then she sat down beside the bed, pointed to the coat next to her, and said, "The illness is not cured, why don't you put it on and get out of bed?"

Wen Ling was stunned for two seconds.

The person beside the bed was very close to her, her thin lips were pursed, and her long and narrow eyes were fixed on her.

Since she was elected as the captain, she has always been in charge of others, but she is really not used to being in charge of others suddenly.

She hesitated: "I have a fever."

Yi Zhuo raised his hand and probed the temperature of her forehead. Following her movements, a few strands of long hair slid down and draped over her thin and delicate collarbone.

"Back off, but still be careful."

Looking at the wet traces left on Wen Ling's hair, she frowned and said, "Have you taken a shower?"

Wen Ling looked at her serious appearance, and there was a rare trace of guilt in her heart.

"I'm sweating too much, it's uncomfortable." She calmed down and replied, "Besides, I guess you'll be here at night, in case you want to..."

She doesn't like to owe others, and since she has accepted the care of the other party, she should make corresponding repayments.

"What the **** are you thinking about?" Yi Zhuo sighed, tucked the quilt and said, "I'm going to wash up, don't mess around."

The sound of water soon sounded in the bathroom. Wen Ling was a little bored, so she simply got up and brushed up against the head of the bed to start a Weibo. Thinking of the CP fans that Yi Zhuo mentioned before, her mind moved slightly, and she clicked on her and Yi Zhuo's CP super chat.

In the Chaohua community, 'Rain Over Sky' has surpassed 'White Wind Chimes', ranking first. And her and Yi Zhuo's super talk "Love of Ice and Fire" is currently at No. 5.

Wen Ling lowered her eyes and quickly browsed the contents.

"Thanks to "Ghost Town Survival", so that this pair can act together from beginning to end, CP fans are satisfied!"

"I laughed so hard, Wen Ling lost blood, and Yi Zhuo was the most nervous."

"It's the same word as 'captain', why is it so suspenseful when it comes out of Yi Zhuo's mouth? (It doesn't mean to step on Shen Siqi

"I once suspected that when Yi Zhuo called the captain, he was calling his wife in his heart."

"This look is so cute, I'm gone woo woo woo!"

"Tell me out loud, the word guessing game is really not what I thought too much!"

...

Hmm... I feel like trouble is coming.

Wen Ling calmly quit Chaohua, opened his Weibo again, and commented at will.

Sure enough, although the comments in the front row are still the same as before, there are also a lot of Yizhuo poisonous Wei who came to report, and there are still a lot of likes.

"Why, Captain Qing Gao, who doesn't eat human fireworks, also depends on frying CP to gain popularity?"

"Seeing that the 'white wind chimes' can't be fried, and then staring at us Yi Zhuo?"

"Let go of Yi Zhuo, let her be beautiful, thank you!"

"Today, the captain of the princess is also a vampire team! Bound vampires for a lifetime!"

It's still the old way, nothing new.

What they said is not completely unreasonable, her popularity is not as high as Yi Zhuo's, and she is taking advantage of Yi Zhuo's CCP no matter how you look at it.

But if there is a real trouble, Yi Zhuo's popularity will also be affected.

Wen Ling frowned and looked at the screen thoughtfully, but the phone was suddenly taken away by a slender hand.

Yi Zhuo, who had just taken a bath, was standing beside the bed, her skin was white and her body was still soaked with moist water vapor. She wiped her hair with a towel in one hand and flipped through the comments on the screen with the other.

Seeing her gradually cold expression, Wen Ling advised, "Don't mind, we'll just be more careful in the future."

Yi Zhuo's expression paused, then suddenly threw the phone aside, and then turned over on the bed.

She pulled the person on the bed into her arms, leaned closer, and gently kissed those cold eyes.

"Pay attention to what?"

Wen Ling leaned in her arms, looked up at her, and said lightly, "Be careful to keep your distance."

Netizens' memories are very short. As long as they show indifference in future shows, all the previous ambiguities will soon be forgotten.

There was a numb touch on her lips, and Yi Zhuo lowered her head and bit her lips lightly, leaving a shallow mark.

"Are you trying to **** me off?"

Wen Ling: ?

Where did she go wrong?

Yi Zhuo rested his chin on her forehead and held her carefully, his eyes were gentle and pious, as if he was holding a cherished treasure.

After a long time, she sighed softly.

"Captain, it's too late."

The author has something to say: the next chapter is still a deputy cp, you can skip it without watching the deputy cp, and the next chapter will start a new plot