Chapter 74 Your care is like a mudslide After hanging

up the phone, Bai Nuan sent a message to Zeng Qi——

"Are my clothes with you? Can you please bring them up?"

"No, I'm not feeling well. Come get them." Zeng Qi sent a voice message.

Bai Nuan listened and it seemed that she was indeed not feeling well. There was a soft and uncomfortable feeling in her voice.

Tsk, is the yandere really sick now?

Then get it yourself.

Bai Nuan left the room and came to Zeng Qi's door. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she found that the door was not closed.

Was this a door that was left open on purpose?

Bai Nuan looked at this gap and the darkness inside. Suddenly, she felt a little alert and thought about whether there would be a trap waiting for her here.

So she didn't go in directly, but knocked on the door lightly, then called out: "Zeng Qi, are you there? Please hand me the clothes."

The clothes were for the audition tomorrow, Zeng Qi helped her choose them, and someone just delivered them today.

"Come in." Zeng Qi's voice was muffled, and one could hear that he was obviously unwell, "It's on the chair, take it."

[Is he really sick? ]

[Strange, wasn't he fine during the day? ]

Bai Nuan pushed the door open carefully and looked into the room, including behind the door.

[Very good, there is no one else except Zeng Qi lying there. ]

[Zeng Qi's bed doesn't look like it can hide anyone. ]

[Fortunately, fortunately, no one wants to hurt me. ]

Bai Nuan breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no way, it's the sequelae of reading too many novels, and I always feel that in this strange atmosphere, there will be unruly people who want to hurt me.

Zeng Qi on the bed was speechless.

What is she trying to do by looking like she's been set up? Is it necessary for Zeng Qi to do this?

She's just a street artist, who would want to plot against her.

"Over there."

He pointed impatiently, Bai Nuan looked over and saw the box of clothes on the chair.

"Are you okay? Are you really sick? Cold or fever?"

After confirming that there was no danger waiting for her in the room and Zeng Qi did look sick, Bai Nuan walked towards the bed -

[Oh my God! Sleeping Beauty!]

When Bai Nuan saw Zeng Qi lying on the bed with a pale face and sleepy eyes, her eyes were filled with love.

This is what it means to be three points better than Xi Shi when she is sick!

Zeng Qi usually looks like a young man under a ginkgo tree, delicate but not feminine.

But after being sick, it felt different. Her delicate appearance inexplicably took on a touch of tenderness.

[Isn't this a perfect little bottom? ]

[What a pity, a straight woman like me saw it. It's a bit of a waste. ]

Bai Nuan immediately imagined a lot of scenarios, such as a strong man walking in accidentally, seeing this scene, and suddenly getting wild, suddenly lifting Zeng Qi's quilt, pulling up his delicate waist, and then...

"...What are you doing here?"

Zeng Qi couldn't bear it any longer, the veins on his forehead were about to burst, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Take your clothes and get out."

If he was healthy, he might have said this with some momentum.

But he wasn't.

On the contrary, when he said the word "roll", the pronunciation of "un" was very light, light and without any strength.

Bai Nuan wanted to chuckle and say something like in the novel: Have you eaten? Scream louder.

Fortunately, she held back.

"I can only walk, not roll. How about you show me how to do it?"

Bai Nuan said, reaching out and touching his forehead. "You have a fever, then you can take some medicine and sweat it out... Don't you have medicine on your table?"

There was a bag of medicine on Zeng Qi's table, which was wrapped quite tightly and it was obvious that it had never been opened.

"I don't want to take it." Zeng Qi said unhappily.

If he had the strength, he would definitely not let Bai Nuan go.

What kind of things are stuffed in her pig head? It dirty his ears when he heard it.

What kind of mind-reading technique is this? Sometimes it's really better not to have it, Zeng Qi thought.

"Are you kidding me? You bought the medicine but you don't take it. How can it cure you? Rely on the smell? Do you think this is a tribute?"

Bai Nuan was speechless. She opened the bag and found the fever capsule inside.

She wanted to find some water for him, but found that there was no water in his room.

It was too late to start the fever again. She didn't have the patience to wait here for so long.

"Forget it, it's just two capsules. Just swallow it dry - open your mouth!"

Bai Nuan walked over and stuffed the medicine directly into Zeng Qi's mouth, then covered his mouth skillfully and raised his chin.

Zeng Qi's eyes widened.

[He should be able to swallow it this way, right? ]

[This is how I fed my dog ​​anthelmintic before, and it worked every time. 】

"You - cough cough!"

Zeng Qi almost choked to death.

After he finished coughing, he realized that he actually swallowed the medicine!

This was the first time he swallowed medicine without water.

Bai Nuan, really great.

"Okay, go to sleep, I'll cover you tightly, so that you will be fine tomorrow."

Bai Nuan went to find the spare quilt in the hotel and covered him with it without saying anything, completely ignoring his murderous eyes.

And she really covered him with the blanket, almost covering his head.

At this moment, Zeng Qi felt that her movements were very familiar.

It was a bit like the nurses in the hospital covering the patients with white cloth.

He was furious, but at this moment, a huge warmth covered his body. Zeng Qi, who was curled up in the quilt because of the cold, stopped talking and blocked the words he wanted to curse.

"Alas, I rarely take care of people like this, you should be thankful. By the way, remember to treat me to dinner tomorrow when you get better."

Bai Nuan muttered to herself, stuffing all four corners of the quilt for him to ensure that it was airtight.

Then, looking at the neatly arranged square quilts on the bed, she nodded with satisfaction.

Your care is as overwhelming as a mudslide.

Zeng Qi was buried in the double quilt with no emotion in his life, and the half of his face that was exposed was expressionless.

He felt like he was lying in a coffin.

Although this coffin... is a little comfortable.

Bai Nuan finished her task, picked up the clothes on the chair and turned away. Within three seconds, the sound of her closing the door could be heard.

Zeng Qi's eyelids gradually became heavy, and he lost consciousness in the warmth, but he seemed to be able to smell a scent that did not belong to him.

It seemed to be the memory of his warm childhood, far away and out of reach, and he would only look back on every little bit of that time in his dreams.

It was the green grass after the rain, the soft smell similar to bread after the quilt was dried, the smoke from thousands of homes when going home from school, and the special smell of children blowing rainbow-colored bubbles on the road, which was not pleasant but very friendly and youthful.

"...Sister."

He murmured unconsciously, and the corners of his lips hidden in the quilt unconsciously rose slightly.

"Oh, I've really made it. I've evolved into a little genius who can take care of others."

Bai Nuan took the clothes back to the room and opened the box while applauding herself for her quick movements.