After closing the door, Jun Mohan took a deep breath and then he smelled the sweat on his body. He really couldn't stand it, so he took a shower before the sun went down.
After taking a shower, Jun Mohan began to prepare dinner.
An hour later, Wen Xin took some medicine and her fever went down, and she felt a little more relaxed. She checked her health code and the nucleic acid test result came out, positive.
She called Lin Haiyan.
"Mom, are you all right?"
Lin Haiyan heard her weakness and asked anxiously, "Your tone is not right, are you sick?"
"Yang, Mom."
"Zhou Zhou's studies will be put on hold for now. I just saw Sister Tian's circle of friends saying that elementary schools and kindergartens are closed due to the epidemic, so her studies will be temporarily postponed. You should not go out for now. Let's wait until this storm has passed."
When Lin Haiyan heard this, she paced anxiously in the ward, "How come you are impotent too? Don't scare your mother!"
Zhou Zhou's voice came from the phone, "Sister is impotent, so I will go and take care of her."
"Don't come," Wen Xin shouted anxiously, "Don't leave the ward, and don't come here. The hospital is full of impotent people."
“As soon as you get here, you’re infected.”
"I was infected by the Yang people in our building. It's too contagious."
Lin Haiyan comforted him, "Okay, okay, we won't come, take care of yourself."
"Mom, Mo Han is very good to me, don't worry!"
After hanging up the phone, Wen Xin was already very weak when she heard footsteps outside the door.
Jun Mohan pushed the door open and walked in, carrying food.
"Wife, I put the food on the table. Is your fever gone?"
Wen Xin covered her mouth and nose and smiled: "The fever has gone down, don't worry!"
"That's good. Then you eat first. Call me if you don't have enough."
"Okay, thank you uncle."
"Silly girl," he looked at her deeply, then turned and walked out of the bedroom.
Wen Xin then stood up and looked at the food on the table.
White rice.
Stir-fried meat.
Pork ribs and corn.
Rapeseed flowers.
The combination of meat and vegetables looks very appetizing.
But it tastes only bitter in the mouth.
Jun Mohan walked out and looked at the food on the table. He couldn't eat a single bite and was very afraid of the virus.
He picked up the phone on the table and called Assistant Xu.
"Assistant Xu, allocate 100 million from my personal account to help the poor people and add some equipment to the hospitals in the imperial capital as medical assistance."
"By the way, I'll take out 5 million from the company and organize a donation. The donated money will be used to increase the salaries of doctors and nurses who are still working despite being ill. This is just a small contribution..."
After hanging up the phone, Jun Mohan put the phone on the table, his brows still furrowed.
We can't relax for a moment.
He didn't sleep that night. When he heard some noise in the room, he immediately walked over and asked through the door.
The next day, when Jun Mohan got up, he had a splitting headache and almost fell to the ground without paying attention.
He didn't sleep well last night, and after taking a shower, he felt that he had been infected as well.
Hold on to the discomfort and make breakfast.
A simple sandwich, milk and boiled eggs were brought directly into the room.
He felt a sore throat and thought that he had been infected as well, so he didn't want to be separated from her. It was also good to eat and live with her and take care of her.
My inexplicably anxious heart began to relax.
Looking at the person sleeping soundly, Jun Mohan put down his breakfast and sat beside the bed looking at her.
He raised his hand, touched her face, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Wife, looking at you, I feel a lot better."
Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he picked up the thermometer from the bedside table and placed it on her forehead. The reading was 39.5. This number instantly made him uneasy.
After measuring the temperature again and it was 39.7, Jun Mohan shook her shoulders urgently, "Wife, wake up, get up and take the antipyretic medicine."
"don't want......"
Wen Xin turned over and muttered, her head and body began to ache again, the pain made her dizzy and unwilling to wake up.
Jun Mohan had no choice but to go outside to make some ibuprofen with hot water, then feed it into her mouth one mouthful at a time with a spoon.
Feeling a slight sweetness, Wen Xin opened her swollen eyes, and seeing Jun Mohan, she struggled to get up.
"Uncle, why are you touching me without a mask? What if you get infected?"
"It's okay. I've already been infected. I should be an asymptomatic carrier. I won't be contagious if I'm with you."
Seeing that he was still smiling happily after getting impotence, Wen Xin became anxious and asked, "What are your symptoms now?"
"No symptoms, just a sore throat."
He didn't tell the truth because his symptoms were no better than Wen Xin's, but he didn't want her to worry, so he lied to her.
After helping her take her medicine and eat breakfast, he felt more and more uncomfortable. He left the bedroom, took the bowl to the dining table, leaned on the table with both hands, and shook his head vigorously.
My whole body aches, I've never felt such pain before.
Just want to fall asleep.
Jun Mohan endured the discomfort and said to Wen Xin: "Wife, I will get up and cook later, so I will take a rest now."
"Okay, let's sleep together! We're all infected anyway."
"OK."
Jun Mohan went in, took off his shoes, and couldn't wait to get on the bed and hold her in his arms. Smelling her scent, Jun Mohan closed his eyes.
The whole person is intoxicated.
"Wife, your taste is still what makes me want to stop, but it's a pity that I don't have the strength anymore."
Wen Xin turned around and hugged him, "Uncle, even if you have the strength, it won't work. I heard that if you are impotent, you will die if you do that?"
After saying this, Jun Mo Hanyou opened his eyes, "Who said that? How come I don't know?"
"People on the Internet are saying this. Some people have already gotten into trouble after doing this."
Jun Mohan slapped his head hard, wanting to die, this damn virus.
"Then can't we do that even after Yang Kang?"
"It should be. For safety, I have to endure it this time."
"I give in," he said, and his hand reached into her clothes.
Wen Xin's body stiffened, she turned over, and cooperated with him in holding her, and they both fell asleep again.
In a daze, Jun Mohan had a dream.
In the dream, his wife came out of the shower wearing sexy pajamas, leaned against the door, gave him a seductive smile, and then gave him a lot of glances.
He cooperated and walked over, picked her up and pressed her on the dining table.
I could hear his hot breathing in my dream.
Wen Xin opened her eyes and saw the man holding her doing some strange things to her.
But these are still very familiar.
Following his breathing, she immediately understood.
Uncle, are you confused because of the fever?
Or do spring...
Dream!
Wen Xin wanted to get out of his arms, but she could only hear him mumbling in his sleep, "Don't move, dear, my wife."
With this murmur, Wen Xin's mouth twitched.
She finally understood.
This old man really wants to do that kind of thing with her all the time.
"Haha!" I couldn't help but let out a warm laugh.
Jun Mohan opened his eyes, sweating profusely, and looked at the woman above him who was winking at him playfully. His face turned red. He had just had such a shameless dream.
"What are you laughing at, honey?"
"Laughing at you, tell me the truth, what did you just do?"
As soon as he closed his eyes, Jun Mohan thought of that scene and quickly covered his face with his big hands, "You didn't do anything?"
"real?"
With a warm smile, "I don't believe it. What did you just call out in your dream? Don't let me remind you."
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