Xie Jin felt like she was about to explode, nothing was enough.
Slowly and heavily.
Not a single inch was spared.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Jin pulled out and gently swept his tongue across his lips, which were already red and swollen and shiny.
Qingyin was already drunk, and now she felt even weaker and limp.
Xie Jin's gaze moved down inch by inch, finally landing on the slightly exposed shoulder and neck, and he gently placed a kiss on it.
He covered her with the quilt before turning and leaving.
That night, heavy rain came again in Qingyin's dream.
She found that the desert where she was standing was slowly turning into a vast ocean.
She suddenly opened her eyes in fright.
Looking at the few rays of sunlight reflecting in through the window that was not closed tightly, she still felt a little unreal.
She rubbed her temples. She didn't remember a thing about getting drunk last night.
She touched her stinging lips, feeling as if she had forgotten something.
When she left the room, the place where they had eaten yesterday had already been cleaned up.
Xie Jin's door was closed. She walked over and knocked on the door. "Ah Jin, are you awake?"
Xie Jin lay on the bed, her long eyelashes moving, her voice a little hoarse, "Ayin, I seem to be sick."
He was so hot last night that he almost exploded, so he had to take several cold showers.
I didn't expect that I would get sick.
Hearing that Xie Jin was sick, Qingyin hurriedly pushed the door open and went in, "Why are you sick?" As she spoke, her hand had already touched Xie Jin's forehead.
The temperature was scalding, and she frowned, "I'll go find a doctor."
"It's okay, just get some sleep." Xie Jin hurriedly grabbed her, his voice still a little weak.
How could Qingyin not know him?
I guess he doesn't want to take medicine so he'd rather endure it.
The provincial examination is approaching, so don’t get hurt by the burns.
"Be obedient, it's too hot. You'll be burned into a fool. Don't cry." Qingyin coaxed softly.
Xie Jin's body stiffened, and he had to reluctantly let go of Qingyin's hand.
Qingyin tucked the quilt for him first before hurried out the door.
"Doctor, how is he?" Qingyin asked nervously.
The main thing was that after the doctor took Xie Jin's pulse, his brows were furrowed so much that he almost pinched a fly to death.
The doctor withdrew his hand and suddenly smiled: "It's nothing serious, just take two doses of medicine and you'll be fine, but..."
Having said that, he paused.
Qingyin asked anxiously: "Just what?"
Xie Jin also moved his ears.
"It's nothing serious, it's just that young people are a little irritable." Seeing that both of them were nervous, the doctor hurriedly explained.
Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief.
This guy said to keep half and half, which is really scary.
Xie Jin's ears secretly turned red, not knowing what she was thinking about.
After seeing the doctor off, Qingyin went to the field and picked the only winter melon, then went to the well to take out the extra meat she had bought yesterday. There happened to be a piece of pork tenderloin left.
I plan to make a simple version of winter melon soup.
The winter melon variety is not too big, each weighing less than ten pounds.
She cut off a piece first, put the rest on the kitchen rack, and then began to remove the flesh of the winter melon.
After digging a big hole in the middle, Qingyin took a small knife and carved a few marks on it. Although it was just a few cuts, the appearance immediately improved.
After processing the winter melon, she washed the lean meat and cut it into small pieces, then soaked some dried lilies and lotus seeds in water.
I went to the cupboard and found the largest bowl and put the winter melon in it.
The water in the pot boiled, and she placed the bowl and winter melon on the steaming plate, then added the lean meat and lotus seeds and dried lily bulbs.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to add the other ingredients. Firstly, it’s not suitable for sick people to take heavy tonics at this time.
Secondly,
She is really poor.
She really couldn't afford things like abalone, sea cucumber, and scallops, and they weren't sold there either.
But she can use the remaining winter melon to make a winter melon hotpot.
It would be nice to buy an old duck as a base at that time.
Qingyin added a piece of firewood and let it simmer slowly.
He went to Xie Jin's room.
The face that had just been smiling suddenly turned dark, "Xie Xiaojin, are you itching for trouble again?"
She had been in the kitchen for at least half an hour.
He never took the medicine.
Xie Jin lay on the bed and looked at her aggrievedly, "It's bitter..."
"You won't drink it even though it's bitter? I think you're getting more and more irritating as you get older." Qingyin touched the edge of the bowl and the medicine was already cold.
She was really pissed off.
Xie Jin let out a soft whimper from her throat, her peach blossom eyes watering, "Ayin, please don't be mean to me, okay."
Clear sound and qi stagnation.
Was she mean to him?
Is it fierce?
I met that guy with droopy eyes.
It seems like there is a little bit.
But why was she so fierce? It was because she was angry with him.
Take a deep breath.
Tell yourself.
Don't argue with patients. Don't argue with patients.
Then he turned around swiftly with the bowl of medicine in his hand.
Just when Xie Jin thought his trick had worked, Qingyin came back in less than half an hour.
The bowl is still the same bowl, and the medicine is still the same medicine.
Xie Jin pulled the quilt over him, feeling somewhat hopeless.
He stuck his head out and stared at Qingyin with blinking eyes, "Ayin, my fever is gone, I really don't need to drink it anymore."
When Qingyin heard that the fever had subsided, she still reached out and touched her forehead.
Although it was a cool touch, Xie Jin couldn't help but feel hot.
Qingyin touched Xie Jin's forehead, then touched her own forehead, and confirmed that the fever had really subsided.
But even if you retreat, you can't be careless. She asked: "Can you sit up?"
Xie Jin nodded, then slowly sat up.
If he had known that a bowl of medicine would be stuffed into his hands when he sat up, he would definitely choose to turn around and pretend to be dead.
Qingyin looked at him with amusement, looking bitter and resentful, and said, "Drink it."
This medicine cost dozens of coins and cannot be wasted.
Xie Jin's lips tightened as he tried to make a final struggle.
Qingyin shook her head helplessly, her voice softening, "Okay, I know you don't like to drink, but you are sick, so, be good, okay?" The warm breath spread slightly on the side of her neck.
Xie Jin couldn't help but breathe heavily. His other hand, hidden under the quilt, pinched the quilt unconsciously. He said awkwardly in a low voice: "If I behave myself, can Ah Yin agree to one...condition of mine?"
Unfortunately, the response he got was Qingyin's anxious voice, "Drink it quickly. I'll go check on the winter melon, don't let it burn."
Xie Jin stared at the dark potion in the bowl and the strong smell of medicine, and finally drank it all in one breath.
"So good." Qingyin, who had come back at some point, praised with a smile on her face, and stuffed something into Xie Jin's mouth.
The bitter taste in his mouth was instantly surrounded by the sweetness of sugar. Xie Jin was a little stunned, and then the curve of his mouth slowly widened. He casually placed the bowl on the table next to him, and then with a force, he pulled someone into his arms.
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