But later, someone in the room punched him and sent him flying.
Based on this familiar touch, Jian Anan felt that there was a high chance that it was Song Wanning.
It seems that Song Wanning has developed muscle memory in her.
On the other side, Wen Jingxing really hugged Song Wanning and held her tightly in his arms. His consciousness was a little confused, and he murmured, "Why are you so cold? Did you not wear your shoes properly again..."
Song Wanning's body stiffened slightly. She grabbed the man's strong arm and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Considering that Wen Jingxing seemed to be really ill, she decided not to argue with a patient. After all, it was just a hug and it wouldn't hurt her.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push the man away, and was even pushed step by step by Wen Jingxing into the door.
Wen Jingxing saw that the figure was blurry, but he was still thinking about Song Wanning's face in his mind. He also had a crazy idea in his mind, which was to kiss the person in front of him madly.
But reason told him again.
Song Wanning doesn't like him enough or understand him well enough now, and if he behaves like this, he will scare her away.
Their relationship seemed to be getting better recently, and Wen Jingxing didn't want to destroy this hard-earned balance.
"Wan Ning, Wan Ning... I'm so hot..."
Wen Jingxing raised his head, looked at her with a dazed look, and called her name over and over again.
Song Wanning frowned, her eyes filled with worry, "You have a fever, right? Go back and lie down quickly. I'll go tell the director and ask her to bring you some medicine."
Song Wanning didn't think too much about it. She pushed Wen Jingxing down to lie on the bed. She thought that when people were sick, they should cover themselves with more quilts, and she planned to give her quilt to Wen Jingxing.
God knows Wen Jingxing's whole body was so hot that it almost exploded, and he was wavering between madness and rationality.
In order to put Wen Jingxing on the bed, Song Wanning almost lay in bed, using her hands on both sides of Wen Jingxing's shoulders to support her upper body.
Song Wanning was about to pull her hand back when Wen Jingxing suddenly pressed one of her hands down and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'll get you some medicine."
"Need not."
"You're so sick, why don't you use it? You're already a grown-up, so be obedient!"
Song Wanning tried to break free from his hand, but Wen Jingxing exerted more strength little by little, propping himself up on the bed with his other hand. "I have a good way. It doesn't require medication. If you hold me like this, it will only make the condition worse."
The two of them were very close, and the hot breath exhaled by Wen Jingxing when he spoke was all on Song Wanning's face.
Song Wanning, with her big, pure eyes, asked curiously, "What's a good idea?"
Wen Jingxing stared at her flawless white face, and finally reason prevailed. His body gradually adapted to the strange feeling, and he suppressed the desire to tear the person in front of him apart and swallow him.
Trying to calm his tone, he said, "It's okay now. Go back to your room and ignore me."
Song Wanning said: "No, you are a patient now. Since we are partners, I should take care of you."
But Song Wanning was not as strong as Wen Jingxing. Even if she used some tricks, she couldn't break free. Wen Jingxing pulled her all the way back to her room.
"Go back to sleep first. I'm really fine now."
It was not until Wen Jingxing repeatedly assured Song Wanning that he looked like a normal person again.
Song Wanning hesitated. She looked so sick just now, but now she looked like nothing happened.
"Are you really okay?"
“Really, really.”
…
Wen Jingxing, who made Song Wanning feel at ease, took a long cold shower the night before and ended up catching a cold the next day.
As soon as the two met in the morning, Wen Jingxing sneezed no less than three times.
Song Wanning also had a blocked nose when she woke up because she had stayed in the sea for too long yesterday.
In the end, the two of them shared two bowls of ginger soup.
It was given by Li Weiwei. The other party’s reason was that the weather had been cold recently, so he gave everyone a bowl of ginger soup to warm up their bodies.
But the weather has been cold for several days.
Although other guests also had it, she gave it at this time instead of earlier or later, so people present couldn't help but think too much about it.
While eating, Jian Anan frequently looked towards Wen Jingxing and Song Wanning.
The two of them seemed to be getting along the same way as before, but she felt that the atmosphere was different, with an indescribable ambiguity.
For example, Song Wanning was eating with her head down, and some hair was hanging down on her temples. Wen Jingxing took out a hairpin from his pocket and pinned up Song Wanning's hair in a very natural way.
Jian Anan recognized it as the one Song Wanning had worn not long ago.
It's easy to figure out that for a girl, how could such a personal item appear in the hands of another man?
There must be something fishy going on between these two people.
She had given him the medicine yesterday, and she didn't know if Wen Jingxing had taken it. Looking at Li Weiwei's unusually attentive attitude, could it be possible that they had slept together?!
She had never tried this medicine, so she didn't know whether its medicinal properties were real or not, or how strong it was.
Zhou Xiancheng assured her that it would take effect immediately after drinking it.
When Jian Anan thought about it, she wanted to slap herself to death if these two people slept together because of her.
Song Wanning also noticed that Jian Anan had been looking at this side today.
However, she only glanced back and then looked away.
What is Jian Anan looking at? What is she paying attention to? What is she worried about?
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