Chapter 95 Fever "Yingying also enjoyed it." ...

"Well, I'd be even sadder without it."

He was too frank, Qiao Ruoying was speechless for a moment, and a picture appeared in her mind.

Under the dim light, the man swallowed deeply, his pupils were out of focus, and the thin cloth in his palm was moved up and down. In an instant, it was doused with milk, and the air was filled with the smell of bitter chestnuts.

"Did it really get wet on it?"

The girl blinked, still a little curious.

After all, she had never seen milk in a state other than a tube.

Jiang Zong also hummed softly, and seeing her holding the small piece of clothing, like a little animal, wanting to smell it but not daring to, he couldn't help but reach out and rub her head.

"They've all been washed."

"..." Suddenly, Qiao Ruoying felt uncomfortable while holding the small piece of clothing.

Even though the fabric was dry, she felt sticky and uncomfortable, and her brows furrowed slightly.

Jiang Zong also leaned close to her ear and said deliberately:

"Xiaoying, are you disgusted? From now on, all of this will..."

His voice gradually became low, and he said something very obscene. Qiao Ruoying understood. He said that he would pour all of this into her in the future. Her cheeks flushed with shame, and she just wanted to stretch out her soft hand to cover his thin lips.

"Even when you're sick you're not honest."

She was angry with him.

Jiang Zong also curled the corners of his lips and smiled indifferently.

The room was heated, and a humidifier on the walnut table emitted curls of white mist, achieving just the right temperature and humidity. Qiao Ruoying sat there, still wearing a thick coat.

Jiang Zong also came over, fingertips gently touching the collar of her coat, his voice hoarse: "Why are you wearing such thick clothes? You look like a little penguin."

"Little penguin, take off your coat. This is not Antarctica."

Qiao Ruoying reluctantly took off her coat, revealing a moon-white tight cashmere top that perfectly accentuated her beautiful curves.

The pantyhose was getting a little hot, and she hesitated whether to take them off. If she took them off, her legs would be bare, with only her milky white panties covering her butt.

She felt a little embarrassed to dress so sexily in front of a "patient" like Jiang Zongye.

Jiang Zong also noticed her hesitation, took out one of his white shirts from the closet and threw it to her.

"Wear this."

The hem of his shirt is long enough to be worn as a skirt, covering his underwear and buttocks.

Qiao Ruoying took it, turned her back to him, and took off her cashmere undershirt.

The girl's slender fingers gently rolled up the hem of her dress, and her white arms raised up, revealing a thin part of her waist, the curve of her waist was very beautiful;

She was standing by the window, and the sunlight leaking through the gap shimmered on her slender and beautiful back, making her skin smooth and transparent.

Jiang Zong also watched intently, holding his breath.

Qiao Ruoying had no intention of taking off her underwear. As she was clumsily groping to button up his shirt, the man suddenly came up from behind and said in a low, mellow voice:

"Take this off too."

Suddenly, her breathing trembled, and the skin on her back felt a little numb. It was Jiang Zongye who hooked one finger on her back buckle, and gently rubbed her spine with his rough fingertips.

"It's so uncomfortable to wear it in the room."

"If I take it off, will your urge to be beastly will go wild? Will you do something to me?"

She turned her face to the side and raised her eyes, half of her cheek bright and charming in the light and shadow. She was really here to take care of the patient, not to seduce him.

"..." Jiang Zong was also speechless.

If he can bear it when his girlfriend asks such questions with such a bright and innocent face, he is not a man.

"I can't do that."

Qiao Ruoying didn't wait for his answer and made the final decision firmly.

She stood on tiptoe and studied his face carefully. The circles under his eyes seemed heavier, and his drooping brows revealed a trace of decadence and laziness, which reminded her of the phrase "as majestic as a jade mountain about to collapse", which described him very aptly.

"My lips are burning and dry."

She gently stroked his lips with her fingertips, and Jiang Zongye lightly pushed the tip of his tongue across her fingertips.

Instantly, a subtle feeling arose in the hearts of both of them, as if a goldfish was swimming by.

Moreover, his skin was emitting an astonishing warmth, his eyebrows drooped and his gaze was fixed on her.

There was an opening in her pajamas, revealing her cold white skin and firm chest muscles. She suddenly remembered the leather-like touch of her thin muscles when they were pressed tightly together.

The sick Jiang Zongye seemed to have become a male succubus.

I just want to have something happen with the male succubus.

No, he is a patient.

Qiao Ruoying's heart was beating like a drum, and she quickly withdrew her fingertips.

"I'll make you some powder. Just lie down and don't move."

She was a little flustered, like a pool of spring water in her heart, which was disturbed and rippled by him for no reason.

The kettle started to boil and sing. She tore open the package, poured the small brown particles into the glass, poured in hot water, and stirred it evenly.

When he handed it to Jiang Zongye, he raised an eyebrow, looked at the brown contents of the cup, sniffed the faint scent of Chinese herbal medicine in the cup, and raised an eyebrow: "Is drinking this really useful?"

"It works. You have a cold caused by wind and cold. Drinking this can make you sweat, and you will feel better after sweating." Qiao Ruoying insisted.

"If you want to sweat, there is another way." Jiang Zong also stared at her and muttered quickly.

"What did you say?" She didn't hear clearly.

Jiang Zongye, however, curled his lips into a smile and refused to say anything more, only saying, "Feed me."

“…”

A grown man becomes spoiled after getting sick and even needs her to feed him.

When Qiao Ruoying was about to pick up the spoon, Jiang Zong also held her hand, not letting her move. He stared straight at her plump red lips like petals and said in a hoarse voice:

"Feed with this."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she understood.

He wanted her to give him her lips.

Isn't it a foul to feed like this?

If they delayed any longer, the powder would get cold. Qiao Ruoying didn't care about that. She picked up the cup, took a sip herself, and leaned over.

The moment their lips touched, he held her neck and sucked her closely. The heat surged over her and surrounded her. She felt as if she was sitting in a sauna. Her lips, touching Jiang Zongye's, were filled with flames that burned deep into her heart.

She was lifted up by him directly, with her knees on either side of him, facing each other;

He wasn't taking medicine at all, he was clearly eating her. His lips and tongue swept over her with the force that seemed to want to swallow her into his stomach, only making the root of her tongue and the roof of her mouth numb slightly. The corners of her eyes sparkled with a hint of moisture.

Even the kiss is so lustful and extreme.

This person is sick, how dare he do this?

Qiao Ruoying couldn't stand it anymore, but she still pushed him away resolutely. Her voice was made thin and sweet by his kiss, like a cat's tail, fluffy.

"No, you're sick..."

Jiang Zong also narrowed his eyes, and was satisfied to see her lips were swollen and red as he kissed them, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Yes, that's great. I drank all the powder you gave me."

Is this possible?

Qiao Ruoying was skeptical.

"Look, I'm starting to sweat."

He took her hand and led her to stroke his back, which was as undulating as hills. Sure enough, he felt a little sweat on his back.

She could smell the scent of his unique hormones mixed with the clean eucalyptus lotion on her pajamas, like a hint of mellow musk mixed into the scent of green leaves. Her heart beat faster and she felt dizzy.

It’s so strange, why does my head feel dizzy?

It was obviously not her who was sick, so how could she and Jiang Zong empathize?

"Good girl, feed me another bite."

Jiang Zongye coaxed her into giving her the whole cup of powder bit by bit, and she felt her heart burning from drinking it.

After taking the medicine, you should lie down and cover yourself with a blanket.

So Qiao Ruoying walked to the window and closed the last bit of the curtain.

There was a lotus lantern lit on the wall, and the lampshade was like an inverted lotus leaf. The soft yellow light from inside shone through, clearly showing the texture and veins of the lotus leaf, and also illuminating the girl who was pulling up the curtains by the window.

She was wrapped in a loose shirt, with her two legs stretched out from underneath. They were white, thin and straight, like the lotus stems dug out in early autumn, very tender.

Soon, Jiang Zong also thought that except for his shirt and her small white underwear, she was not wearing anything else.

In an instant, the burning sensation from the cold and fever spread to Dantian, and then sank down...

"The curtains are drawn, go to sleep." Qiao Ruoying came back and considerately tucked the corner of the quilt for him.

"Then come up and sleep with me." Jiang Zongye said.

"Sleep by yourself."

"No, then I won't sleep."

The sick Jiang Zongye was quite unreasonable. Qiao Ruoying had no choice but to roll over. He pinched her hips and laid her on her side, their arms leaning against each other. She hadn't slept well in the past few days, so this was a good way to catch up on some sleep.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ruoying closed her eyes and the lotus lamp went out.

Although it was a bright day outside, the snow on the street reflected the sunlight, making it particularly dazzling; but the light was completely blocked by the curtains, and the house was plunged into a flowing darkness, quiet and comfortable.

Qiao Ruoying fell asleep quickly.

She was just trembling with anxiety, having a shameful dream. In the dream, she was in an M shape, being picked by him, not a single drop of honey was spared, her panties hanging around her ankles. Like a swollen bud finally blooming with the help of a bee, the sweetness penetrated her bones, completely suspended in the air.

Half asleep and half awake, her consciousness was as blurry as a ball of paste. She just relied on instinct to stop him when he was about to retreat, grabbed the man's full and thick black head, and moved it down.

Jiang Zongye lit the lotus lantern again.

He curled his lips, his eyes bloodshot as he admired the bright white beauty in front of him, and smiled.

His Yingying is actually a very naughty girl, but she was brought up to be a good girl, but he likes her.

This girl is plump and cute, she was born to be fucked by him.

The shy clam's shell, originally tightly closed, slowly opened under his persistence. He scraped slowly, and she obediently attached herself to him in layers, soft, warm, and dense.

A long sigh rolled out of his throat, and he flexed his long fingers quickly, listening to her whimpering softly with satisfaction, like a kitten wagging its tail in the spring breeze.

Qiao Ruoying was dazed. When she realized that this was reality and not a dream, her reason had already lost the upper hand. All the desires hidden in her bones overflowed and she no longer cared about anything else.

She just felt a deep emptiness somewhere, so empty that she wanted to cry, to beg Jiang Zongye, to call him brother, to beg him...

She actually had big eyes and a small stomach, and was stuck halfway. Her high body temperature made her shiver. Jiang Zong was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable and wanted to take a step back, but she refused and wrapped her ankles around him tightly.

Jiang Zong simply turned over and let her be on top.

Then, as if the accelerator was fully stepped on, she was tossed about unrecognizable, every strand of her hair fluttering in the air, charming and gorgeous, pure and seductive, weeping dazedly, each one was her, described and accepted by his eyes, all taken in by his sight.

...

This is his Yingying.

I love it so much.

After the game, both of them were sweating, especially Jiang Zongye.

The man's tight back muscles were covered in a layer of sweat, fine and dense. As the sweat evaporated from his body, he finally released the energy he had been holding back for so long, feeling an indescribable sense of relief. In the trash can, a used toy lay heavy.

Qiao Ruoying lowered her head and looked at her wrinkled shirt. Her hazy mind finally remembered a key point. She immediately glared at Jiang Zongye and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of smoky charm:

"What's wrong with you? You're still making a fuss even though you're sick."

Jiang Zong was also wiping vigorously with a towel. He raised an eyebrow at her accusation and said calmly, "Didn't Yingying just say that sweating would be fine?"

He pointed to his back which was still covered with beads of sweat.

“…”

Qiao Ruoying was completely speechless.

"Besides, Yingying is enjoying it too." Jiang Zong was unwilling to let her go and teased her.

“…”

She almost wanted to cover her ears.

And it is irrefutable that this was indeed like a downpour after a long drought, bringing a sense of relief to the body and mind, as if all the limbs and bones were opened up.

Just now, Jiang Zongye's body temperature was higher than usual, as if it was going to melt her, but she liked this feeling very much, like hugging a hot magnet, even her skin was burned into the color of cherry blossom pink by him.

"You just... were too physically strong."

She breathed softly, completely open to him, yet still felt uncomfortable, as if it had been forcibly opened.

Jiang Zongye's physical fitness was as good as a fascia gun at maximum speed. For a moment, her mind and soul seemed to be completely annihilated, and she couldn't even cry.

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Author's comment: Yingying: Even if I have a fever...? [Question mark][Question mark]

Jiang Ge: It's more appropriate when you have a fever. [Sunglasses][Sunglasses]

Tomorrow is the final chapter of the main text. In the next chapter, I will review the process of Yingying and Zongzong.

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