Chapter 112 Fang Tiantian
Zhu Fan's serious expression softened a bit. While checking his temperature, she handed him a glass of warm water. "Does your throat hurt? Did you have a fever all night?"
Fang Qizhou's voice was hoarse, but the heartache in Zhu Fan's eyes cleared his foggy mind.
"No, it doesn't hurt."
If she hadn't been so close, she wouldn't have been able to hear Fang Qizhou's hoarse words.
She didn't believe what Fang Qizhou said.
Her hand touched Fang Qizhou's slightly damp nape.
Fang Qizhou took a shower before she arrived.
With your voice so hoarse, it's no wonder it hurts.
The temperature gun showed 38.3°C.
She took Fang Qizhou's temperature again and handed him the warm water in her hand.
Fang Qizhou didn't get any water. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, hugged her waist, and rested his forehead on her collarbone.
Relaxed yet dependent.
Zhu Fan ran her fingertips through his short hair and touched the back of his head. "Fang Qizhou, are you trying to be cute with me?"
"Um."
Zhu Fan still glared at him fiercely, but her heart softened, and her voice became gentle, "Drink the lightly salted water. I'll feed you."
Fang Qizhou needs to replenish electrolytes now.
She cradled his chin with one hand and held the rim of the cup to his lips with the other. Seeing that he was swallowing slowly, she slowed her movements.
Zhu Fan lowered her eyes, and Fang Qizhou finished the entire glass of lightly salted water.
She wiped the water from his lips and said, like coaxing a child, "Go lie down."
Fang Qizhou's lips felt less dry to the touch.
Zhu Fan wanted to go to the living room to get the porridge and fruit she had brought.
Seeing that Fang Qizhou wanted to follow, she pressed him back onto the bed.
Fang Qizhou wrapped his arms around her waist. "Where are we going?"
Zhu Fan was pulled to sit on his lap.
She turned her head and cupped Fang Qizhou's cheeks.
When Fang Qizhou was sick, he became as clingy as a large Alaskan Malamute.
Zhu Fan: "I made you some apple and millet porridge. Even if you don't have an appetite, drink a little. After you drink it, go to sleep. If your fever hasn't gone down by noon, we'll go to the hospital for an IV drip."
Fang Qizhou held her for another minute before letting her get off his lap.
As Zhu Fan left the room, she turned back and saw Fang Qizhou's gaze fixed on her. She smiled and said, "Fang Qizhou, from now on, you should change your name to Fang Tiantian."
Fang Qizhou now resembles a sticky candy.
The stark contrast transformed the coldness of her body into softness.
Fang Qizhou propped himself up on the bed with one hand and lazily hummed in agreement.
He accepted the title with great composure.
Zhu Fan blinked.
Fang Qizhou seems to quite like this nickname.
She brought porridge and fruit into the room, while Fang Qizhou was still brushing his teeth.
The lid of the thermos was a bit tight, and she couldn't unscrew it.
Fang Qizhou took the insulated bucket and easily unscrewed the lid.
The air now carries a refreshing scent of toothpaste mint.
Zhu Fan handed him the spoon, "If you don't have an appetite, just eat half of what you can't finish. This is special porridge I made for you early this morning."
Fang Qizhou sat cross-legged beside her, holding the thermos, and said, "Feed me."
The man's voice was deep and husky, and his eyes were focused as he spoke.
The moment Zhu Fan's eyes met his, she was defeated.
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of porridge, and Fang Qizhou's gaze remained fixed on Zhu Fan's face.
"Fang Qizhou, you're amazing, you've already drunk half of it."
Fang Qizhou lowered his head and slowed down his porridge-drinking movements, deliberately needing to be coaxed to continue.
Zhu Fan fed him a spoonful of water and coaxed him with a word.
"Whose boyfriend is this? He's so well-behaved."
"You look so handsome drinking porridge."
Fang Qizhou curled his lips and pointed to his cheek.
Zhu Fan could kiss his lips if she lowered her head.
Fang Qizhou dodged it.
He raised his hand and pointed to his cheek.
When Zhu Fan was sick, he didn't care about being infected.
When it was his turn, he didn't want Zhu Fan to be infected by him.
Zhu Fan kissed his forehead.
She kissed him before he would continue drinking the last few spoonfuls.
Zhu Fan held the last spoonful of porridge to Fang Qizhou's lips and deliberately kissed him.
"If you dare to hide again, I'll get angry."
Zhu Fan pressed her lips against his.
It has the sweet smell of apples.
Zhu Fan put the spoon into the empty thermos and put the lid on. "Fang Qizhou, you're amazing, you've finished all the porridge."
She deliberately ruffled Fang Qizhou's hair, her eyelashes curving upwards.
Fang Qizhou took the thermos from her hand and placed it on the carpet. He then stood up, picked Zhu Fan up by the waist, and carried her to the bed.
Held in his arms, she could feel his strong, powerful arms and the open collar of his short-sleeved shirt as he held her.
Zhu Fan sank into the large bed and rolled over to make room for Fang Qizhou to lie down.
"Fang Qizhou, I'll stay with you for another twenty minutes."
Fang Qizhou held her in his arms, not sleeping, his lips pressed against her neck.
He looked down and left a faint hickey on the girl's fair neck.
Zhu Fan was being held by him and felt unbearably hot, so she got up and took off her down jacket.
A thin layer of sweat had formed on her back.
After all this commotion, she has to go to class in ten minutes.
Zhu Fan adjusted her posture, pressing her face against his.
Fang Qizhou buried his head in her neck.
The two people were standing very close together.
Zhu Fan didn't push him away. "Fang Qizhou, stop sucking on my neck like it's jelly. If you want some jelly, I'll buy it for you."
She touched the back of her neck, feeling a slight itch, but didn't pay much attention. She raised her hand and stroked Fang Qizhou's head: "Fang Tiantian, close your eyes and go to sleep."
Fang Qizhou closed his eyes at her command.
She opened her eyes again after a few seconds.
Zhu Fan lowered her head and pressed down on his eyelids, "I'll tell you a story to lull you to sleep."
Fang Qizhou's unwavering gaze was unbearable for her.
She was afraid that she really wouldn't be able to bear leaving Fang Qizhou behind and going out of the apartment to attend class.
Fang Qizhou didn't close his eyes much last night; he was very sleepy.
As I listened to her gentle, detailed story, I sat up, holding her in my arms.
Zhu Fan put down her phone. "Fang Tiantian, are you going to sleep or not?"
Fang Qizhou took off his short-sleeved shirt, went to the wardrobe to find some clothes, and changed his clothes in front of Zhu Fan.
"I'll go to class with you."
Zhu Fan zipped up his down jacket, not stopping him and insisting that he stay home and sleep.
If Fang Qizhou's fever hadn't subsided by noon, she could take him directly to the school clinic for an IV drip.
This way, she won't worry about him being home alone.
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Zhu Fan was two minutes late. She quietly led Fang Qizhou into the classroom through the back door.
There is an empty seat in the third row from the bottom.
After Zhu Fan sat down, he told Fang Qizhou to quickly catch up on his sleep.
The girls sitting in front of Zhu Fan were having a lively conversation.
"To be honest, fame brings trouble. I used to really like Yi Jia, but I never expected her to be this kind of person. I unfollowed her after watching her video promoting the bubble tea shop owner."
Upon hearing Yi Jia's name, Zhu Fan paused in his action of unzipping his down jacket.
"Yi Jia is very talented, but I never expected that she would push someone and break their violin in order to win the championship. Now everyone is telling her to give the championship back to Zhou Song."
"If the violin of the milk tea shop owner hadn't broken, Zhou Song might have won the championship. I also think it's such a pity for them."
"Zhou Song and Yi Jia's fans have been fighting fiercely these past two days. Yi Jia has lost a lot of fans in just two days, and her works are full of comments criticizing her."
"The online environment is terrifying. Yi Jia has deleted all his works on the platform; it seems he's going to quit the internet."
"Stop talking, Zhu Fan is behind us..."
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