Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

Without saying much more, an Jingxing opened the quilt on the bed, gave way to his position, and patted the sheet at him.

Such a natural move, although plain, is the kind of interaction between two very close people.

It's like... The feeling of a couple who throw their husband out of bed and find him ill and let him go back to bed.

However, the two people didn't think so much at this time. Although Tang qianrong was ill, he felt inexplicably in a good mood, so he lay down in the position she pointed to.

The position between the two people was less than ten centimeters. He could reach out and touch her bare legs and curl up in the quilt.

As soon as Tang qianrong lay down, anjingxing covered the quilt for him and reached out to touch his forehead.

The temperature of the palm is still hot. When Anjing felt that he was most seriously ill, the temperature was not so high.

Probably when I came back, I had a cold, and I wore wet clothes for too long.

Remembering that when she came out of the bathroom, the man grabbed her hands, cold and cold, she blamed herself. She should have found it at that time, or it wouldn't be so serious.

Thinking, an Jingxing got up from bed and wanted to get out of bed.

Tang qianrong looked at her quietly. Seeing that she was leaving, he twisted his eyebrows. Without thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and took her arm.

"Where are you going so late?"

His voice sounded a little uneasy because he was ill.

An Jingxing laughed at how much he thought. How could this man be upset? But the heart was still soft and said, "I'll ask my aunt for cold medicine."

Tang qianrong frowned and didn't loosen his hand.

"Forget it, don't go. It's too late."

"You have a bad fever. How can you do without taking medicine?" He stretched out his hand and pulled it. He clenched his hand tightly to no avail.

An Jingxing was helpless.

"Just sweat a little. Don't make them sleep hard because of this little thing. If you really want me to reduce my fever, come up and lie down with me for a while. If you stand like this, the quilt leaks and is cold."

Tang qianrong frowned. He was in his thirties. At this time, he spoke with a bit of childish willfulness. He was angry and laughed at an Jingxing, and there was no way.

Forget what I heard before. A man is sick all his life like a child.

It seems that this statement is true.

Two phase stalemate, the patient is the biggest! An Jingxing finally lost and climbed back to bed.

Seeing her movements, Tang qianrong loosened his frown. When she climbed up, he took the initiative to open the quilt and let her get in and lie next to her.

Although an Jingxing promised to sleep with him, he didn't want to be so close to him, so he moved his body and found a place farthest from him to lie down.

Seeing this, Tang qianrong's face sank.

After a while, an Jingxing felt that the man's body rubbed against her side. She just wanted to speak, but the man interrupted her first.

"Don't you see how much wind leaks in such a large place with such a small quilt? I have a fever. You want to freeze me. "

An Jingxing has never heard this man speak in such a tone. His unhappiness is reflected in his words, even with a bit of children's willfulness and overbearing.

Feelings... He said he had a bad temper when he was ill. Isn't that a joke?