"Okay." Song Shengsheng reached into his collar and took out the thermometer. She looked at the thermometer in front of the lamp on the bedside table and said, "The fever has subsided. Go to sleep while you're feeling comfortable."
"Hold me."
"Wait a moment." Song Shengsheng put the thermometer back into the box, then leaned over and hugged Jiang Yiyu's waist, curled up beside him, and closed her eyes: "Good night."
The next morning, Xiao Chen got up and yawned, pulling open the curtain. She was shocked to see Jiang Yiyu and Song Shengsheng sleeping together with their heads leaning against each other. She quickly closed the curtain again and pretended that she saw nothing.
Song Shengsheng was a light sleeper, and she woke up the moment Xiao Chen opened the curtain.
She opened her eyes, pulled back her hand that Jiang Yiyu was holding, and touched his forehead again. After confirming that his body temperature was normal, she breathed a sigh of relief. She quietly lifted the quilt, sat up, and prepared to get out of bed.
But just as she was about to put on her shoes, Jiang Yiyu, who had woken up at some point, grabbed her arm and asked, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to the bathroom." She turned around and whispered.
Jiang Yiyu let go of his hand: "I want to go later too."
"Then I'll take you there first. Xiao Chen brought a cane last night, which will be much more convenient."
"No, you go first."
Song Shengsheng was afraid that he would get anxious waiting, so she didn't dare to delay. She quickly put on her shoes and went to the bathroom.
After a while, Xiao Chen handed her the toiletries: "Sister-in-law, use my skin care products first."
"Okay, thank you."
When she finished washing up and came out, Jiang Yiyu had already sat up by himself. Xiao Chen handed him the crutches, and Song Shengsheng supported him by one of his arms and helped him stand up. Jiang Yiyu sighed: "This injury is really embarrassing. I still need my wife to help me go to the toilet."
"If you want to save face, go by yourself." Song Shengsheng squeezed his hand.
Jiang Yiyu smiled apologetically and said, "I don't want face, I want a wife."
Xiao Chen covered his mouth and laughed secretly: "Brother, you are really becoming less and less valuable."
Jiang Yiyu glared at her and continued to move towards the bathroom.
When Song Shengsheng said she wanted to accompany him in, Jiang Yiyu quickly held onto the door frame to stop her: "My dear, please give me some face."
Song Shengsheng paused and didn't force it anymore: "Then go slowly, call me when you wash up later."
"knew."
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