Chapter 184 Should we turn off the lights?

President Qin is a man who values ​​execution. After getting into bed, he quickly slipped under the covers and pulled Qiao Xing into his arms.

Qiao Xing's body stiffened a little, but since she had already made the offer, if she went back on her word, it would make her seem like she was playing hard to get.

"Should I turn off the lights?" the man asked from behind, his hot breath hitting her ear and instantly turning the tip of her ear red.

"close!"

The light went out with a snap. Perhaps the air conditioner was on too high and the air was too dry; or perhaps the man's chest was too hot. Qiao Xing felt unbearably hot all over.

Qin Ce held her waist and turned her around. In the darkness, their breaths mingled, filling the air with an unspeakable ambiguity.

Qiao Xing's heart was pounding, and her fingers were clenched into fists, not knowing where to put them.

Even with the lights off, the man still managed to find her lips accurately and kiss them.

Compared to Qiao Xing's awkwardness and stiffness, Qin Ce seemed to be self-taught.

Now that it's late at night and everyone is quiet, the two of them can have a good discussion and learn about kissing techniques.

Qiao Xing was a little dazed and his head was spinning.

She had heard people say that this kind of thing could make you feel like you were flying on clouds, and now she felt that way; she felt like the world was spinning around her.

Suddenly a hand touched her forehead.

"You have a fever."

Qiao Xing opened her eyes and found that he had already let go of her. The next moment, the room lights were turned on.

Qiao Xing subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes.

Qin Ce took her hand away, lowered his eyes and stared at her for a while. Her blushing was really abnormal, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

A helpless sigh was heard, followed by the sound of a door opening.

Qiao Xing stared blankly at the doorway. She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her forehead, but her hand and forehead were the same temperature, so she couldn't feel anything.

A short while later, Qin Ce came in with a thermometer and a first-aid kit. "Take my temperature."

Qiao Xing took the thermometer and placed it under her armpit. She pursed her lips and looked at him innocently.

"sorry."

Qin Ce laughed in annoyance upon hearing this, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It developed a fever on its own, I didn't want it to." Qiao Xing said, then felt something was off; it seemed to be really delirious from the fever.

Qin Ce ignored her and got up to go out and get her a glass of water.

A few minutes later, Qin Ce asked her to take out a thermometer. When she looked at it under the light, it read 39.5 degrees Celsius.

Qin Ce took out some fever reducers from the medicine box, broke off two pills according to the instructions, and then helped her sit up. "Here, take them."

Qiao Xing took the medicine, put it in her mouth, then took the water and swallowed it whole.

Qin Ce took the cup back from her hand and said, "If your fever doesn't break tonight, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

Qiao Xing nodded, leaning weakly against the headboard, still feeling dizzy.

Sure enough, it was all her imagination.

When people are sick and vulnerable, they are especially prone to being sentimental, so her inviting Qin Ce to sleep in her bed just now must have been because she was delirious with fever.

Qiao Xing sighed as he looked at the ceiling.

When Qin Ce returned, he pulled her back into bed and covered her tightly with the blanket. "Get a good night's sleep, and your fever will be gone by tomorrow."

"Can't sleep..."

"Even if you can't sleep, you should still sleep."

Qiao Xing rolled over, then rolled back over, and threw off the blanket. "It's hot."

"Keep covered even if it's hot." Qin Ce pulled the blanket back and covered her again.

Qiao Xing held his hand again and felt that his hand was very cold, so she pulled his hand to her face and felt very comfortable.

A moment later, she covered herself with the blanket, complaining that she was cold.

I covered myself up for a while, but then it got hot again, and my forehead was covered in sweat.

Qin Ce looked at her helplessly, watching her struggle, having spent the entire night just covering her with a blanket.

Qiao Xing tossed and turned for most of the night before finally drifting off to sleep in the latter half of the night, plagued by nightmares and waking up several times.

When she woke up the next morning, she rubbed her eyes and turned her head to see Qin Ce leaning against the bed, seemingly asleep.

Qiao Xing looked up at him. His bathrobe was loose, revealing a large area of ​​his abs. It has to be said that you would never guess how good his physique was if he didn't take off his clothes.

Qiao Xing moved and found that his hand was still being held in his hand.

The moment she moved, the man almost reflexively pulled the blanket over her, without even opening his eyes.

This pull completely blinded Qiao Xing.

Qiao Xing suddenly felt a little guilty. He probably didn't sleep much last night.

She peeked out from under the covers and whispered, "Qin Ce."

Qin Ce then opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

After a while, he remembered something, reached out and touched her forehead, and then took the thermometer from the cabinet next to her.

"Measure it."

Qiao Xing took the thermometer and obediently held it in his hand.

After a while, Qin Ce squinted at the thermometer. "Thirty-eight and a half degrees, still a bit feverish."

After saying that, he put down the thermometer, got up and went to get his clothes to wear.

Qiao Xing looked at him in confusion as he took off his bathrobe, revealing his back to her.

He has excellent shoulder and neck proportions, and he is also tall, so just looking at his back makes it easy to associate him with the word "handsome".

Qiao Xing was so engrossed in staring that a black shirt ended up obscuring his beauty.

She regretfully looked away, grabbed the blanket and covered herself, trying to prove that she hadn't been peeking.

Two minutes later, Qin Ce pulled back her blanket and helped her up. "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Qiao Xing was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "No need, my fever has already gone down."

"38.5 degrees Celsius, is that considered a fever reduction?" Qin Ce didn't say much and simply picked her up.

"Then let me change my clothes!"

"No need to change it, it's thick enough."

Qiao Xing felt embarrassed. Her pajamas were indeed very thick, with fur trim, comparable to a down jacket.

Qin Ce carried her downstairs to the garage, put her in the car, and drove out of the community.

Qiao Xing, sitting in the passenger seat, stole glances at him and was touched by his serious expression.

She has been sick before, but most of the time she has dealt with it on her own. After a while, colds and fevers no longer seem so serious to her; they are just minor illnesses.

But he still took care of her all night last night, and this morning he rushed her to the hospital.

Aside from her maternal grandparents, Qiao Xing had never been so worried about because of a minor illness.

Previously, Qiao Xing's aunt had mentioned that Qin Ce might have violent tendencies, and she had always had some lingering worries about him.

But now, all those worries have vanished.

No one is perfect. As long as someone is good to her, even if they are an extremely wicked person, they are a good person to her.

Perhaps her gaze was too direct, because Qin Ce took the opportunity while waiting at a red light to turn his head and glance at her.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Xing shook his head.

"Is it because you're hungry?"

Qiao Xing shook his head again.

Qin Ce stopped asking her and started the car, driving through the traffic lights. "We'll be there soon."

"Qin Ce," Qiao Xing suddenly called out to him.

"Um?"

Qiao Xing opened her mouth and said softly, "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for marrying me."