Loyal Husband, Be Gentle Please

After bringing the person to the bed in the bedroom and making him lie down, An Hao helped him cover himself with the blanket, and asked: "You should have a Fever Paste, right?"

Lin Lang looked like he was about to fall asleep, as he said in a daze, "In the study room."

Who knows where his study room was? An Hao curled her lips in dissatisfaction, but seeing his expression, she could not find anything else. She helplessly went to look for the study room.

Fortunately, the interior design of the apartment wasn't too complicated. An Hao quickly found the study room and successfully got the Fever Paste, returned to the bedroom and stuck it on his forehead. After thinking for a while, he then moved the humidifier that he saw in the study room over.

Seeing that the humidifier had been turned on and the fog had been ejected, she was slightly relieved. She went to the hall and dragged a chair over to the bedside.

Lin Lang was already asleep, his breathing was heavy, his eyebrows were knitted tightly, and his face was red. An Hao looked at him and suddenly did not understand why he had to put in so much effort to take care of him.

She worriedly rubbed her forehead. If Chen Xiyang found out that she was sleeping, he would probably go crazy.

She helplessly sighed, and helped Lin Lang change another piece of Fever Sticker, then suddenly remembered that she should measure him first. He got up to look for the thermometer.

39.2 degrees, isn't that too high?

Looking at the temperature of the thermometer, An Hao frowned. He pasted another piece on it to reduce the fever, the effects of using the two together should be even stronger, right?

She frowned, still feeling uneasy. She ran to the bathroom to get a basin of cold water, soaked the towel, and wrung it dry. She bent down to wipe his face, but it suddenly occurred to her that this didn't seem appropriate.

But so what if it wasn't suitable? Did he have to watch him burn himself into idiocy?

An Hao sighed lightly, "I really do owe you in my previous life."

Just as the towel touched his face, An Hao's wrist was immediately grabbed. She was shocked, Lin Lang's burning hot hand was like an iron pincer that tightly imprisoned her, causing An Hao to immediately become angry: "What are you doing? If you don't want me to take care of you, then just say so. I'm not going to take care of you yet. "

Lin Lang opened his eyes in a daze. It was unknown if he recognized her, but the corners of his lips lifted slightly. He closed his eyes again, and the hand that was holding her powerlessly slipped down.

An Hao was startled by his short-lived smile. After a long while, she finally reacted and said in a depressed tone, "What are you doing, you lunatic."

An Hao kept changing the Bandage Paste and helped him wipe his body. In the end, he just went to the refrigerator and found a huge bowl of ice cubes. He wrapped it up with a towel and placed it on his face and neck to help him cool it down.

After tossing and turning for almost an entire night, his body temperature had finally dropped, dropping from 39 ° to 37 °. An Hao heaved a sigh of relief, tired as he laid on the side of the bed.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt the entire bed shake a little. She suddenly stood up, and saw Lin Lang frown and twitch twice, with a face full of pain.

An Hao was a little nervous as she leaned over to observe his expression. She asked softly with unease: "Lin Lang, what's wrong? Is there something wrong? "

Lin Lang was still frowning deeply, his head swaying uneasily from side to side.

An Hao reached out to touch his forehead, to see if he had a fever. He reached out his hand, and Lin Lang grabbed hold of his hand once again, tightly holding it in his palm.