Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Jianzhi, I'm thirsty again."

She licked her lips and squatted into a ball.

Jiang Zhi was funny, and squatted to talk to her: "Should you drink water or milk?"

"milk."

Jiang Zhi got up.

She also got up, he went to the kitchen, and she went to the kitchen with him, wherever he went.

As soon as he took out two cans of milk from the cabinet, she said, "I want to drink ice."

"No," Jiang Zhi didn't follow her, opened the can, poured it into the cup, and handed it to her, "It's too cold to drink ice."

Zhou Xufang was unhappy, holding the cup without opening his mouth, scratched the cup with his fingers twice, and then—

"Huh!"

She squeezed the cup and the milk splashed all over the floor.

"..."

Is this girl a strong man?

"Why do you use so much energy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, she drooped her head, glanced at him, and muttered: "Jiang Zhi is fierce to me."

"Jiang Zhi is fierce to me."

"Jiang Zhi is fierce to me."

Repeated three times in a row!

Then, she showed an injured expression, as if the sky had fallen.

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Girls who have drunk are so recruiting?

She didn't dare to speak loudly to her anymore, Jiang Zhi touched her head with the technique...well, it was like a cat, he whispered softly this time: "It's not you, but I'm afraid you will get hurt."

Zhou Xufang froze for three seconds: "Oh."

She was very coaxing, and immediately stopped sorrowing, and she could not stand still, dangling.

"Show me your hand."

She passed both hands over.

Fortunately, it was not pierced by the glass, it was just a hand of milk. Jiang Zhi took a few sheets of paper and wiped it clean for her, then led her out of the kitchen and moved a chair to let her sit.

He turned back to the kitchen to get milk.

Zhou Xufang followed.

"Sit here and wait."

"Oh." She sat back, shaking her head to herself.

Jiang Zhi went to the kitchen to warm up two cans of milk. This time she didn't let her take the cup by herself. He fed it to her. She sipped it very gently.

Jiang Zhi looked at her and couldn't move his eyes: "Is it delicious?"

She licked her lips, narrowed her eyes into two curved slits, nodded, and said it was delicious.

She looks like this, not at all like the usual stern and serious look, her eyes are full of water, like a lone star dyed with water vapor, no desolation, no loneliness, only the docility that makes people feel soft.

She is just a sheep with wolf skin and claws embedded. After the mask, she is actually not aggressive at all.

She licked her lips again.

Red tongue...

Jiang Zhi's eyes gradually warmed up: "Give me a taste?"

She said yes, pushing the cup in his hand and bringing it to his lips.

He took her hand away, put down the cup, leaned over, supported the back of the chair with one hand, raised her chin with the other, bowed his head and kissed it.

Her eyes opened wide, and her already red face turned red.

Jiang Zhi didn’t get any better, his ear tips were red, and the morbidity on his face was stained a little more beautifully by emotions. The hands on her waist were slightly sweaty, and he was biting half-heartedly. Give her a bit.

The light was on the left, falling in Jiang Zhi's collar, and there were three or four traces of sucking on the skin that was inadvertently exposed on the neck.

That was when Zhou Xufang was in the box.

Jiang Zhi thought that he could bite it back, so he opened his mouth, but just as the tip of his tongue touched her lips, she pushed him obediently.

"heat……"

She said hot.

Jiang Zhi only realized how hot the skin was when he touched her hand, and instantly lost all her fascination. He stepped back a few steps, and reached out to touch her face.

"Why is it so hot?"

She yelled that it was hot, not only her face, but her exposed skin was all red.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"Not uncomfortable."

Jiang Zhi was a little flustered, touched her forehead with her face, still feeling abnormally hot, so he took her to the master bedroom, took off her shoes and coat, and wrapped her in a quilt. She was too hot to kick her feet. Lifting it up, Jiang Zhi held it down: "Be good, lie down, don't kick the quilt."

She stopped kicking, like a piece of wood, lying flat and steady, except for her eyelids, she didn't move a bit.

It took Jiang Zhi a long time to find the medicine cabinet. When she took the thermometer and returned to the master bedroom, her eyelids were closed and she slept in a daze.

"Xu Fang."

She snorted.

Jiang Zhi sat on the head of the bed, warmed his hand before reaching into the quilt: "Raise your hand."

She obediently raised her hand.

Jiang Zhi put the thermometer in her armpit and took it out after a few minutes. After only a few movements, he stumbled and sweated on the palm of his hand.

42 degrees is a high fever.

He dropped the thermometer and leaned over to hug her.

Zhou Xufang turned over and refused to hug: "Don't move me, I'm going to sleep."

"I'll go to bed later and take you to the hospital first."

hospital?

"do not go!"

She leaned on her side and pushed her backhand.

Jiang Zhi was completely unprepared and was pushed out of the bed by her, and fell firmly.

At twelve o'clock, Xue Bingxue was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone.

In the middle of the night, he was disturbed by his dreams, which was because of his good temper. He was not very happy. After dragging for a long time, he stretched out a hand from the quilt and touched the phone on the cabinet without opening his eyes.

"Hey."

"fever."

The words are concise and concise, just two words, it is Jiang Zhi's voice.

Xue Bingxue scratched his hair, scratched up from the quilt, glanced at the time on the phone, and the sound of milk came out: "Didn't you stop the medication?"

Jiang Zhi's tone was anxious: "It's not me."

Oh, Xue Bingxue knew: "Zhou Xufang has a fever?"

"how to do?"

Just listen to the tone, you know how much Jiang Zhi has no master.

This guy has been in the intensive care unit many times in the past ten years, and he hasn't panicked. Zhou Xufang has a fever and messed him up.

Xue Bingxue rubbed his eyes and was very sleepy: "What should I do? Take it to the hospital."

"She is not going to the hospital."

"Is there any anti-fever medicine in the house?"

"Have."

"Give her medicine first." Xue Bingxue yawned, wiped a handful of trapped physical tears, and taught Jiang Fabric to cool down on the phone.

Over there, Jiang Zhi went to feed Zhou Xufang after hanging up the phone. She fell asleep and refused to open her mouth. He had to crush the pills and feed her with water.

As soon as he tasted it, Zhou Xufang wrinkled his face: "Bitter."

She should be very afraid of hardships, her eyebrows were wringed miserably, and she was half awake from doze, but Jiang Zhi softly coaxed a few words, and she opened her mouth and drank the medicine.

After feeding the medicine, Jiang Zhi picked a pink marshmallow for her to eat: "Is it still bitter?"

"Still."

He fed her another candy before getting up to get alcohol and water.

You have to rub the body with diluted alcohol...

This is what Xue Bingxue said.

Jiang Zhi took off his sweater and was a little hot. When he finished the alcohol and returned to the room, Zhou Xufang had already got into the quilt and was sleeping soundly. She slept well and slept like a slab of wood.

Jiang Zhi put the towel and basin on the bedside table: "Xu Fang."

She did not wake up.

Fortunately, at this time, his evil fire was burning so badly that she could not see her eyes that would seduce his soul.

He pulled the quilt down, looked at her for a while, then lowered his body and said in her ear: "Wait later, I will put on you a wedding dress."

After taking off the girl's clothes, she has to wear a wedding dress.

He kissed her forehead, got his hand under the quilt, and reached her waist...

So ice.

After staying for a short time, he took out his hand again and put it on her forehead.

"..."

There was a little fever, she was like a block of ice.

The next day, it was slightly fine.