Thinking of that, he immediately dared not look anymore, afraid that his momentary curiosity would displease the young lady and cause him to lose his job.
I never expected that the young lady would be so adept at this so soon after returning from the hospital. It seems that the boy in bed is clearly no match for her.
Isn't this a case of one party willing to hit and the other willing to be hit?
If a rich woman were willing to be his sugar daddy, he thinks he would be willing, especially if she were as beautiful and wealthy as Miss.
"He got caught in the rain and developed a fever, which didn't go down even after we gave him fever-reducing medicine."
After listening to Su Ping's words, the doctor nodded, walked to the other side of the bed, leaned down slightly, and said to the "weak" boy on the bed, "Let me take your temperature first."
Upon hearing this, Song Qi nodded and took his hand out from under the covers.
That arm was covered with four or five scratches.
It's obvious how those scratches came about.
The doctor glanced at the boy on the bed and noticed that the corners of his eyes were red, clearly indicating that he had been bullied terribly.
Suddenly, I felt even more sorry for him.
I have no idea what those two were playing that made him look like this.
He was even a little curious as to why he was getting rained on, or whether it was some kind of fun between the two of them.
Su Ping felt that the doctor's gaze was falling on her seemingly out of nowhere. Just as she was wondering about it, she saw the hand that Song Qi had shown her.
It was covered with marks left by her defiant spirit, but to expose them directly to outsiders was no different from making her defecate in public.
To prevent any further clues from being discovered, Su Ping swiftly snatched the mercury thermometer from the doctor's hand.
"He's sensitive and doesn't like strangers touching him, so I can take his measurements."
Even Su Ping herself didn't realize that her words were somewhat subtle. It wasn't until she helped Song Qi hold the thermometer properly that she noticed the subtle way they were looking at her.
Thinking about what she had just said, Su Ping's face flushed red.
The doctor quickly lowered his head and turned around, placing the medical kit he was carrying on the table over there, pretending to be very busy.
"Pfft..."
Hearing Song Qi's laughter, Su Ping became even more embarrassed and quickly went over to cover his mouth.
If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been misunderstood and wouldn't have said such suggestive things.
He even had the nerve to laugh out loud in front of me!
After she covered his mouth, Song Qi remained motionless and obediently lay on the bed.
With his fingers slightly moving, he traced the lines of her waist.
When Su Ping saw the clothes placed aside, she immediately realized that Song Qi had done it on purpose.
He deliberately didn't wear the clothes he had found for him, intentionally letting the doctor see them and misunderstand their relationship.
Because he knew that even if he wanted to explain, he couldn't convince the doctor that they were innocent.
After recalling everything, she felt increasingly horrified.
"You were faking it from the moment you showed up in the bathroom?"
Su Ping was so angry that she trembled all over when she thought about how he had manipulated her.
She had thought he was really delirious from a fever and that's why he did that, but it turned out he was faking it all!
When his scheme was exposed, Song Qi not only didn't feel embarrassed, but instead wore an innocent expression.
"Senior, didn't you lie to me first?"
Su Ping was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that he was referring to the time she had lied to him about being pregnant.
He knew everything? When did he find out?
Song Qi stared at her intently and uttered a nonsensical remark.
"Senior, you provoked me this time too."
Su Ping was startled and quickly released her hand from his mouth: "I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know why you came to see me. Since you've admitted it, then go back later after your fever breaks."
Hearing her tell him to leave, a hint of hurt flashed in Song Qi's eyes.
Even the doctor, who had his back to them, felt a pang of pity upon hearing this.
But that's just how it is; you wave when you need someone, and then you pay them off when you don't.
For a moment, no one spoke, until the doctor calculated the time and turned to walk towards the bedside.
"Miss, it's time to take your temperature. You can take it out now."
Su Ping took out the thermometer and, sensing that Song Qi wanted to say something more, quickly gave him a warning look.
Seeing this, Song Qi obediently pulled his exposed arm back under the blanket and covered himself up completely.
The doctor noticed their subtle actions, but adhering to his professional ethics of not looking at or listening to anything improper, he pretended not to see anything, walked over, picked up the thermometer, and glanced at the temperature reading.
38.9℃.
Ordinary fever reducers cannot lower body temperature so quickly.
He took a few steps closer and lifted the blanket slightly to squeeze Song Qi's hand.
Song Qi looked at Su Ping with a somewhat innocent expression, as if to say that this was not something he had intentionally revealed.
After checking the skin's elasticity, the doctor turned to prepare the medication.
His body is already somewhat dehydrated, and now he has a fever. The main thing now is to find a way to quickly replenish his fluids.
Su Ping stayed with him until after 10 p.m., and finally couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep on the other side of the stool.
After the IV drip was finally finished, the doctor removed the needle from Song Qi's head and glanced at Su Ping, who was sleeping soundly.
Just as he was about to say a few words of advice, Song Qi grabbed his hand.
"Thank you for your hard work. You can go back now."
The boy in front of her had a completely different expression on his face than before. He had clearly revealed his claws and was not letting anyone else get close to his prey.
Considering their relationship, the doctor didn't ask too many questions. He nodded, told the doctor to drink more water, and then left with his medical kit.
Song Qi pressed the back of his hand for a few minutes until the needle prick stopped bleeding before releasing it.
Looking at the open door and the thunder and lightning outside, he felt inexplicably irritated.
I threw off the covers, got out of bed, closed the door, and looked around at the quiet room.
Over at the table, Su Ping was lying on her side, fast asleep.
Song Qi slowly approached, his steps instinctively light, afraid of disturbing the sleeping girl.
Finally, it stopped beside her.
He looked at the face shrouded in his shadow, and his gaze softened little by little.
He couldn't help but reach out and gently touch her face.
My fingers traced the lines of her face, moving down little by little, until they finally landed on her lips.
After a night of kissing and nibbling, his lips were swollen and red, looking like a pastry that had been tasted, which made his breathing gradually become rapid.
As if feeling his fingers gently rubbing against her lips, Su Ping frowned slightly in her sleep and let out a barely audible hum.
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