Chapter 61 "Sleeping Together"
When it was just getting light, Song Xi heard a knock on the door.
My head hurts so much, it feels heavy.
She turned over and continued to sleep, ignoring what was happening outside.
Could someone knocking on the door outside the hotel be a good thing? Even if Song Xi was sober, he wouldn't open the door.
I don’t know how long it took.
In her sleep, she felt a big hand covering her forehead. The hand was a little cold and moist, which felt very comfortable on her hot forehead.
Song Xi moved his eyelids and muttered:
"dad……"
"Mother……"
"Are you guys here to pick me up?"
When people are vulnerable, they will think of their parents.
Jing Zhuo took off his wet coat, sat beside her bed, and tore open a cold compress and put it on her forehead.
He took out the thermometer and put it under her armpit.
cold……
Song Xi frowned, opened his eyes drowsily, and felt that he must be dreaming.
Otherwise, how could I see Jing Zhuo's face here.
In the dream, the man still looked serious and calm.
So handsome.
So thoughtful.
so good.
But... there is a secret.
Song Xi grabbed him, sniffed aggrievedly, and boldly opened the microphone in her dream.
"fraud."
"Big liar."
Her voice was hoarse, filled with painful sobs: "You clearly promised to take me to meet your parents, but you secretly sent your parents away. If you want my body, just say it..."
Jing Zhuo: “…”
As expected, she saw the message on the phone that day.
His Adam's apple rolled, and his slightly cool big hands covered her hot face, sighing imperceptibly.
"I'm not just greedy for your body."
"I crave you more."
But Song Xi didn't hear what he said, and she kept making sure that he was greedy for her body.
If you feel sleepy after sleeping once, you will definitely want to sleep again.
Jing Zhuo had no choice but to admit what she said: "Yes, you sleep well."
Song Xi: "...you big hooligan."
At this moment, her body temperature rose again. She curled up in the quilt, feeling hot all over.
"It's so cold..." Song Xi muttered.
Jing Zhuo picked up the thermometer and looked at it.
38.9 degrees.
When Ye Zi sent him the address, she said that she had given her fever-reducing medicine in the evening.
Now the only way to reduce the fever is physical treatment.
But now the woman was shivering in her quilt, like a poor kitten in an unwanted cardboard box.
Jing Zhuo's eyes darkened. He took off his shoes, lay on the bed, and held her and the quilt in his arms.
Surrounded tightly on all sides, Song Xi felt an unprecedented sense of security, and even his whole body felt warm.
The familiar scent of cedar reached her nose, and for a moment she thought she was in the big bed of Jiushu Apartment.
Song Xi smelled the faint scent of peace of mind and fell asleep again.
The next day.
The heavy feeling on his body had not yet dissipated when Song Xi slowly opened his eyes in the rich smell of cedar and was stunned.
What caught my eye was a solid chest, and above that, a clearly defined collarbone, and above that, a clean-cut chin, and above that...
It was those clear and sharp eyebrows.
"You, you, you..." Song Xi was so shocked that she got out of his arms, "Why are you here?"
Jing Zhuo was woken up by her. He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to her forehead out of habit.
The fever is gone.
People also became active.
"You had a fever last night. As your husband, I was worried, so I came to check on you."
How could he say it so lightly!
The flight from Beijing to Dali is more than 2,000 kilometers, and he just came like that?
Song Xi was still in great shock, and suddenly raised the back of his hand and took a big bite of himself.
Hiss...it hurts.
This guy is really alive!
"You, when did you come and how did you get in?" Song Xi was shocked again.
"I took the last flight here last night. I knocked on the door but you didn't open it, so I took our marriage certificate to the front desk to prove our relationship, and the hotel staff swiped my room card for me." Jing Zhuo answered slowly.
Song Xi looked at the messy bed, the equally messy him, and the scenes in her 'dream'.
"Last night we..."
"Sleeping together."
“…”
"No, just hug."
“!!!”
"I'm not greedy for your body."
It’s over, top social death!
Jing Zhuo heard everything she mumbled last night.
Song Xi explained awkwardly: "Don't take my words seriously when I was delirious last night. Don't take it to heart."
She paced around the room awkwardly: "I still have to go to work, so let's leave it like this for now, you can have fun by yourself..."
Before he could finish his words, he was pulled back by Jing Zhuo.
"I've asked for a day off for you. You don't have to go today."
"Ah? That will delay the filming schedule."
"It's raining today, so your clients and colleagues will all be resting in the hotel."
So that's how it is.
Song Xi glanced at him and said, "What about you... aren't you going back to the capital?"
"It's raining heavily today and the flight can't fly."
"oh……"
"The hotel is full of stranded tourists and has no extra rooms." Jing Zhuo added faintly, "So, my wife had no choice but to take me in."
What else could Song Xi say?
They are now in a legal relationship, and even if he becomes paralyzed in the future, she will still have to push his wheelchair.
It's so inappropriate to kick people out now.
"Then you, then you stay."
Song Xi said dryly.
The man waved at her: "Come here, sleep a little longer."
Seeing that Song Xi didn't move, he said, "It's still early. You made a fuss last night and didn't sleep well. Go get some sleep."
Song Xi was indeed still a little sleepy.
Considering that he had flown here from the capital overnight and had been tormented by her for most of the night, he probably hadn't gotten a good rest.
Feeling a little ashamed, she slowly walked to the bed and lifted the quilt.
There was only one big bed, which they had not yet finished using in Jiushu Apartment, but here they had completed 100% of the process.
The room was very quiet, and the only sound beside me was the man's steady breathing.
Song Xi lay motionless on one side. After a while, she moved a little closer to the bed, then a little more, and her body almost fell off.
A hand reached out, pulled her back steadily, and pulled her into the man's arms.
"Hate me?"
"No."
"Don't you want to sleep with me?"
“No.”
"Then why run so far?"
Jing Zhuo sighed: "I don't have bad habits. I follow the rules when I sleep and I don't kick people. You don't have to stay so far away from me."
Song Xi was held in his arms, her nose pressed against his chest, her heart beating fast.
Calm and complex.
After a long time, she slowly spoke.
"Jing Zhuo, are you hiding something from me?"
Jing Zhuo paused, and a clear voice sounded above her head.
"have."
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