After a while, the man in her arms gradually regained consciousness.
Ji Qingyu felt as if a large hot water bottle had suddenly appeared beside her, constantly radiating heat.
He couldn't help but spread his arms and legs, tucking the entire "big hot bag" into his arms.
Su Qinghe moved slightly but did not break free.
After those actions, the man in her arms seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again.
His hands and feet were gradually warming up, and his forehead was no longer as frighteningly hot as before, but it was still not a normal temperature.
“Su Qinghe…”
The person in her arms murmured softly, wrapping their limbs even tighter around the "big hot bag," as if afraid it would run away.
Su Qinghe looked down at him and saw that his mouth was all pouting and slightly turned outwards, looking very aggrieved.
"I am here……"
Knowing that he must be angry about what happened today, Su Qinghe felt a little guilty. Like coaxing a child, she wrapped her arms around his waist and patted his back gently, her tone exceptionally soft.
"Knock knock knock!"
Just as the two were immersed in each other's warmth, there was a knock on the door, followed by Ji Yuan's voice.
"Yu-ge'er! My wife! Are you inside?"
Lin Xi and Ji Yuan stood outside the door, looking somewhat anxious.
The wife said she was going to call Yu-ge'er, but the dishes had all gone cold and the two of them were nowhere to be seen.
They were restless there, but following Su Qinghe's instructions, they hurriedly ate a few bites of rice before coming to find them.
Hearing the noise, Ji Qingyu, who was still half asleep, frowned slightly, but felt sore all over and her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Regardless of whether the man in her arms would be woken up, she called someone in before the person outside could knock on the door again.
Upon hearing Su Qinghe's voice, Lin Xi and Ji Yuan quickly went inside. Not seeing anyone in the main room, they walked straight to the inner room.
"Master Wife?"
The gauze curtains that had originally covered the entire bed had already been pulled back by Su Qinghe, and the first thing they saw when they entered was the two people pressed tightly together on the bed.
Lin Xi blushed instantly upon seeing this, while Ji Yuan looked embarrassed. Both of them quickly turned their backs to the bed.
"...My lady, do you not even want to have lunch?" Lin Xi said with a light cough.
Su Qinghe didn't respond to his words, but simply gave a brief account of Ji Qingyu's situation.
“He still has a fever. Ah Yuan, go and have someone boil the water for the hot water bottle. Also, Xiao Xi, could you please go to the kitchen and have someone prepare the fever-reducing medicine that was previously stored in the manor?”
"Prepare another bowl of congee."
She gave clear and organized instructions to the two men in front of her.
"good!"
Upon learning that it was not what they had imagined at all, and considering Ji Qingyu's current situation, the two immediately straightened their posture, and their expressions became worried.
The two rushed out, not daring to delay for even a moment because of the seriousness of Su Qinghe's words.
"Ji Qingyu..."
Su Qinghe called softly, but seeing that the man in her arms did not respond, she had no choice but to push him away with a little force.
He held her so tightly and was so persistent; almost as soon as she managed to pry one hand off, the other would come crawling back to her.
After spreading his arms and legs apart, Su Qinghe already felt a bit hot.
After sitting up straight, she moved her somewhat stiff arms.
Ji Qingyu, who had lost her "big hot water bottle" on the bed, had a face that looked like a bitter gourd as she fumbled around on her sides with her hands and feet.
"Ji Qingyu, wake up."
After the activity was over, Su Qinghe lowered her head and gently shook him.
This person didn't eat breakfast either. If he keeps sleeping like this, he'll be so hungry and feverish that he'll sleep like a log.
Seeing that he didn't react, Su Qinghe simply helped him sit up, but as soon as she touched him, he clung to her like an octopus.
The man's small head drooped on her chest.
Su Qinghe sighed softly, and this time she didn't move him, but just held him and rocked him.
They eventually managed to wake the person up.
"Um……"
With a soft groan of discomfort, Ji Qingyu slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw was a piece of fabric right in front of her.
"..."
His eyes still looked somewhat confused.
"Um?"
With a low, nasal sound of doubt, Ji Qingyu stared fixedly at the magnified object before her, her mind blank.
My hands were warm; what was he holding?
How are you feeling?
Looking down at the man who was still in a daze, Su Qinghe asked softly.
"……cold!"
He opened his mouth. Before his mind could process it, the words had already slipped out.
A few seconds later, I realized the sound was coming from above.
So what I'm holding right now... is a person?
Looking at the round bulge in front of me, and feeling its soft, warm texture.
It's something only women have!
So the person I'm holding right now is a woman!
Ji Qingyu's already somewhat unclear mind went completely blank because of this realization.
He just sat there blankly, not moving at all.
Is it still cold now?
Su Qinghe used her internal energy again.
The whole quilt was warm now, and she added more fuel to the fire, and she already felt quite warm.
The woman in his arms spoke again, but this time Ji Qingyu was fully awake and clearly recognized Su Qinghe's voice.
“Su Qinghe…”
He stared blankly up at the woman's face above him.
Are you still cold?
Seeing him look up in a daze, Su Qinghe asked again softly.
"Get down," the man said in a low voice.
"?"
This time, Su Qinghe was caught off guard. "What did you say?"
Ji Qingyu lowered her head again, whispered something, and loosened her grip, trying to push Su Qinghe away.
But the woman in front of him didn't move an inch; instead, she hugged him even tighter.
"The hand warmer isn't ready yet. You'll get cold without me." Su Qinghe nodded and looked at him.
Now that you're awake, you're starting to get angry?
"That's none of your business, anyway you don't care about me." Ji Qingyu said sullenly, her voice thick with a nasal tone.
His words were sarcastic and sarcastic, and Su Qinghe could easily tell.
She leaned back, creating a fist's distance between herself and the man's face.
She reached out and lifted his head, so that it was directly in front of her face.
A slight resistance came from his hand, and the man stubbornly pressed his chin down.
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