Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously put his hand on the forehead of Dongfang Shijin to try the temperature. As a result, he was surprised that the forehead of Dongfang Shijin was abnormally hot.

Do you have a fever?

She rummaged through the bedside table next to her, found an emergency medicine box in the drawer, opened it and found a thermometer to measure Dongfang Shijin.

She opened the quilt. There was really a stuffy smell in the quilt, mixed with the taste of Oriental world brocade, familiar and warm.

She touched the hand of Dongfang Shijin. It was really an abnormal hot.

Dongfang Shijin should have a fever.

After five minutes, ye Qingcheng took out the thermometer and looked at the scale on it - 38.6.

He really had a fever, but it was a high and low fever, not very serious.

It should be that he was tired all day yesterday. In addition, he waded in the cold river with himself on his back. In addition, the sea breeze was very cold yesterday. Yesterday, he also sweated because of a fierce love, so he caught a cold and had a fever.

Ye Qingcheng shook his head slightly. On the first day, Dongfang Shijin was ill.

"Dongfang Shijin, get up and eat the rice first," Ye Qingcheng whispered to him, "get up and eat the rice first, and then take medicine and sleep..."

“……”

Dongfang Shijin just closed his eyes without any reaction. His slightly long bangs were slightly wet because of some sweat. There was also some slight sweat on his handsome face, but it was not so obvious.

"Oriental brocade...?"

Ye Qingcheng stretched out his hand to hold the hand of Dongfang Shijin, but there was also some wet sweat on his hand.

Ye Qingcheng frowned slightly. Could it be that Dongfang Shijin had a fever all night yesterday?

When we had dinner last night, Dongfang Shijin didn't look very well, and even fell asleep while eating.

But last night, he slept with Ye Qingcheng in his arms. Ye Qingcheng didn't feel a burning feeling on him, but it was the same temperature as usual and didn't have a fever

Ye Qingcheng couldn't wake him up, so she could only give up. She had to drag the heavy body of Dongfang Shijin up slowly and let him lean against the head of the bed.

"What's the matter..."

Just as ye Qingcheng tried hard to drag Dongfang Shijin up, she also saw that the pajamas on Dongfang Shijin were a little wet. Everything told ye Qingcheng that Dongfang Shijin was not normal.

When she tried hard to get the Oriental world brocade up, a dumb voice seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, which was stuffy and passed into Ye Qingcheng's ears.

Ye Qingcheng subconsciously raised his head. Dongfang Shijin has always been fierce and cold, but he can't see any sharp in his eyes. His black and white eyes are full of blood, even a hazy fog.

At first glance, he didn't have a good rest, even a little tired and messy. Maybe it was because of the poor rest, Dongfang Shijin's eyes were even deeper, and his deep eyes seemed to have been carved by a knife.

"You have a fever. Get up and eat your meal first, and then I'll find some medicine for you. After eating it, I'll go to sleep." Ye Qingcheng looked at him, opened his eyes, hurriedly stretched out his hand, pulled a pillow from the side, put it behind Dongfang Shijin and let him lean against it.

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