fever
Nanqi slept exceptionally well. In her dream, she played and laughed with Song Zhao, and the two embraced each other, feeling sweet and happy. But the next second, she and Song Zhao were lying naked on the bed, whispering sweet nothings to each other. She felt hot all over, her whole body burning with desire.
When she woke up, she felt wet down there.
"Awake?" Song Zhao stared at her, her long eyelashes fluttering, a vocabulary book in her hand.
Upon seeing Song Zhao's face, Nan Qi's dream became even clearer. A wave of shame washed over her, and she didn't know how to describe this terrible feeling. She awkwardly lowered her head and blurted out three words, "...What time is it?"
"It's just four o'clock."
"Oh, I... I should go home."
"So early?"
"My mom asked me to clean the house today. She got home at five o'clock, and if I don't go back soon, I'll be too late," Nanqi said guiltily.
"Then I'll go home with you and we can clean together." Song Zhao looked at her with shining eyes.
My sister is home~
Upon hearing this, the light in Song Zhao's eyes dimmed instantly, and then she smiled helplessly, "Alright then, I'll take you."
After arriving home, Nanqi went straight to the bathroom and took a shower, splashing cool water on her face in an attempt to clear her head.
What are you thinking? Didn't you say you wanted to wait until you were 18? Can't you be a little more naive?!
The cold water gave her goosebumps, but her heart remained warm, and she didn't understand why.
After showering, Nanqi quickly destroyed the evidence. She planned to wash both her outer pants and underwear, not because she was afraid of being discovered by others, but because she would feel guilty if she saw them herself.
Before washing, she habitually checked her pockets. The bracelet was still in her left pocket, and she was annoyed that the gift hadn't been taken out. In her other pocket, there was an extra key, which was obviously the key to Song Zhao's house.
It was only my first time at her house, and she gave me the key. Does she want to...? Nanqi recalled Song Zhao's flirtatious behavior towards her in the fitting room, and her face flushed and her heart raced again.
I can't think about it anymore. I'm a person of principle. I'm a person of principle. I'm a person of principle.
After washing her pants, Nanqi rinsed herself with cold water. She was really afraid that she would have some weird dreams that night, stain the sheets, or let Nanyue notice something.
The next day, when Nanqi opened her eyes, it was already noon. Her throat was dry and sore, and her head was dizzy.
"Yue, Yueyue..." Nanqi wanted to call Nanyue over, but could only make a faint sound, as if someone was choking her.
Fortunately, as if she had a telepathic connection with Nan Yue, she quickly brought over boiled water, medicine, and millet porridge.
"Sis, you're finally awake! You were delirious with fever last night, it scared me to death."
"!!!"
Nanqi looked at Nanyue with a horrified expression.
"...What did I say?"
"I couldn't hear it clearly, it sounded like a kitten meowing, all soft and whimpering."
Nan Yue closed her eyes, feeling utterly hopeless. She lowered her head, not daring to look at Nan Yue.
"Have some water first. Mom made you some porridge. Drink it before you take your medicine. If you're still not better, Mom said she'll have to take you to the hospital."
Am I sick?
"Yes, you were burning up and shaking all over, your hands were flailing around under the covers, and you kept saying you were hot. I took your temperature, and it was 39 degrees Celsius. It scared me to death."
Nanqi didn't expect that she would have a fever. The last time she had a fever was when she was in elementary school.
She had just taken two spoonfuls of porridge when she suddenly remembered her promise to Song Zhao and realized that it was already quite late.
Nanqi checked her phone and, sure enough, found several missed calls, except for the most recent one.
"By the way, who is this Cuihua? She called you several times, and I hung up a few times before you answered. She said she was your classmate, but I told her you weren't feeling well and that if you needed anything, she could contact you tomorrow..."
"I have something to do, I have to go." Before Nan Yue could finish speaking, Nan Qi put down the porridge bowl and got up to leave.
Nanqi wanted to leave, but she didn't have much strength. Her legs gave way, and she sat back down as soon as she stood up in her slippers.
"Don't try to be a hero. If Mom sees you like this, she'll probably scold you again."
Nanqi sighed. She hurriedly called Song Zhao, but no one answered the phone.
Oh no, I hope she's not angry.
No, I need to regain my strength before I go find her.
Nanqi mixed the medicine into the porridge, and then drank both the medicine and the porridge in one gulp.
"I'm all done. I have an appointment with a classmate, so I'm leaving now."
Nanqi had barely managed to get downstairs when Wu Hua sternly shouted at her, "Where are you going?!"
"I made an appointment with a classmate to do homework, and I can't break my promise."
"Which student is it? Tell me, and I'll push it for you."
"I don't want to." Nanqi picked up her schoolbag and was about to leave.
Wu Hua grabbed Nanqi's schoolbag and said, "I'm warning you, don't think I won't discipline you just because you're sick. Stay home and behave yourself!"
Nanqi pouted, somewhat unconvinced, and threw her bag aside. She pretended to take a couple of steps upstairs, and then ran out the door while Wu Hua wasn't looking.
Nanqi felt her strength waning as she ran, but thankfully she could still run and was able to leave her mother behind.
"You brat, come back here!" Wu Hua chased after her.
Just outside the gate, after running only a few steps, I bumped into someone. We were both running, and our heads collided, making a sound.
Nanqi was dizzy and focused on rushing forward, so she didn't pay attention to the people around her.
Although Nanqi's head was bumped, she didn't feel any pain. When she looked closely, she realized that the person in front of her was Song Zhao.
"Why is it you?"
Nanqi tenderly rubbed Song Zhao's forehead, which had been bumped. Song Zhao held Nanqi's hand and asked with concern, "I'm fine, how are you?"
"I'm fine too."
Wu Hua then came out, "You brat, you..."
"Auntie," Song Zhao called softly.
Wu Hua paused for a moment, then reacted and said gently, "You're Song Zhao, right? I remember you. What brings you here?" She then glared at Nan Qi, "Did this girl bully you again?"
"No, no, Nanqi has been taking good care of me ever since she was transferred to Class Two. I heard she was sick, so I came to see her."
"Oh, then let's go inside." Wu Hua pulled Nan Qi and Song Zhao's hands and went home.
Nanqi frowned, unsure how to introduce them to Nanyue later. If the two of them started fighting, she didn't even have the ability to stop them.
Nan Yue was also called downstairs by Wu Hua to greet the guests. As soon as Nan Yue stepped downstairs, she exclaimed excitedly, "You're that Song Cuihua?!"
“…” Nanqi almost spat out her water.
Wu Hua said, "How can you be so rude? This is your sister Song Zhao, your sister's class monitor."
“Song…Zhao…”
Song Zhao smiled and extended her hand, "Hello, Yueyue."
Nan Yue was stunned for a moment, then her face darkened instantly. She glared at her and turned to go back.
"..."
Song Zhao froze on the spot for a moment, then withdrew his hand.
Wu Hua said, "I've spoiled this child. Please don't take offense."
"No, you might be a little unfamiliar with me, but we'll get to know each other better."
Song Zhao sat down next to Nan Qi and touched her forehead; it was still burning hot. "How did you get such a high fever? Did you get any injections or medicine?"
Nanqi took another sip of water to moisten her throat and said, "I took the medicine, it should take effect soon." Even speaking felt like a knife cutting her throat.
"Alright, go lie down now. If you run around again, I'll lock you in the room," Wu Hua said angrily.
Nanqi looked displeased. She didn't understand why her mother always embarrassed her in front of others, especially after every argument.
Song Zhao said softly, "Auntie is right. Let me help you back to rest."
"Um."
Back in the room, the three of them were unusually quiet. Nanqi had difficulty speaking, and Nanyue was sulking. Neither of them spoke. Song Zhao sat next to Nanqi, but he couldn't say anything in front of Nanyue.
After a long pause, Song Zhao smiled gently, "Yueyue, is there some misunderstanding between us?"
"No," Nan Yue replied quickly.
Song Zhao patiently said, "Your sister and I are good friends, so you're kind of like a younger sister to me..."
"Stop! I'm not good enough for someone like you. Just because you stole my boyfriend, we can only be enemies for life! There's no way we can have any other relationship," Nan Yue said, enunciating each word clearly.
"What nonsense are you spouting..." Nanqi said angrily, but her voice lacked any strength.
Song Zhao remained calm and composed, completely unaffected by her words. She slowly and deliberately said, "I've heard about your situation from Nanqi. When that person was dating you, he did give me some small gifts, like snacks and drinks, but I didn't accept them. After I realized his intentions, I quickly cut ties with him, and he stopped contacting me after that."
After hearing her explanation, Nan Yue rolled her eyes at her, turned her head away, and snorted coldly.
“Everything I said is true,” Song Zhao added calmly.
"The truth? I'm asking you, you knew he had a girlfriend, so why did you add him as a friend and keep chatting with him online?"
“When he added me, I didn’t know what he meant. And it wasn’t me who was chatting with him; he was the one who kept chasing after me to chat. During that time, I was getting really annoyed. After I realized his intentions, I clearly told him that I wasn’t interested in people who were in relationships, and then I deleted him.”
"Hmph, do you think I'll forgive you just because you said that?"
"What else do you want? Your sister has already hit me for your sake, do you want me to atone with my death? Besides, you know in your heart that he is a womanizer, who knows how many girls he is chatting with at the same time. Oh, right, someone shared his latest photos with me."
Song Zhao opened his phone and handed it to Nan Yue. The phone showed Liu Xiaodong embracing a girl with a radiant smile. The girl nestled shyly against his chest, and the handsome man and beautiful woman looked very well-matched.
The moment Nan Yue saw it, her eyes reddened, and she hurriedly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
"Yueyue..." Nanqi called out to her anxiously and sadly.
"You should be glad you left him," Song Zhao said with a sigh, putting away her phone.
"I'm going to the restroom," Nan Yue said.
"Yueyue..."
Nanqi was a little worried and tried to get up by lifting the covers, but Song Zhao returned to Nanqi's side and stopped her, saying, "Give her some time and let her process this herself."
Nanqi knew that Nanyue had to get through this on her own, so she could only sigh helplessly.
Just then, the cold medicine took effect, and Nanqi felt drowsy again, struggling to open her eyelids.
"Go to sleep if you want, I'll stay with you." Song Zhao sat on the stool, leaning his upper body towards Nan Qi.
"I'm sleepy, but... I don't want to sleep. Sing me a song, anything will do."
"Our beginning was like a very long movie, it ran for three years..."
It sounds so nice.
Nanqi's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she closed her eyes as Song Zhao sang. She hadn't slept for long when she felt her body getting hot again. After drowsily taking off the shackles on her body, she continued to sleep. After a while, she felt cold and shivering, so she grabbed something warm to warm herself up.
Finally, when the temperature was just right, she was able to sleep comfortably for two hours.
When Nanqi woke up, she found that she had taken off her pajamas, and what covered her was not only the quilt that Wu Hua had made for her, but also Song Zhao, who was holding her with all four limbs.
It was a cloudy day with little sunshine, and the room was dimly lit. There were only the two of them in the room.
"Are you feeling better?" Song Zhao asked softly.
"Uh-huh."
Would you like some water?
Nanqi shook her head slightly.
Song Zhao touched her forehead and said with a smile, "It seems like your fever has gone down."
Looking into Song Zhao's tender eyes, Nan Qi couldn't help but kiss him.
Song Zhao was pleasantly surprised by her initiative, and immediately pulled the blanket over his head, kissing her intimately in bed. Their lips gently entwined and licked, neither venturing into the other's territory. Their bodies were so close that they could even feel each other's heartbeats.
Nanqi gradually came to her senses and struggled to say, "I have a cold, it's contagious..."
"fine."
The more Nanqi struggled, the more fiercely Song Zhao kissed her. Her tongue suddenly pressed down, invading her mouth and sucking deeper. She desperately wanted to break down Nanqi's psychological and physiological defenses, and couldn't wait to completely possess her.
Nanqi, love me, love me like this for the rest of your life.
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