Chapter 247 What are you thinking about? Just sleeping

Wen Zhixian thought of something and pressed on his arm, "You're not going to elbow me suddenly, are you?"

Qi Yanjing had a smile on his lips and turned her over from his body and pressed her into his arms.

Her bed was not big, and when she turned over to the other side, her whole body was hanging on the edge of the bed, just about to roll off.

Fortunately, Qi Yanjing held her tightly.

Qi Yanjing moved back and said, "It was me last night, and you called me baby."

He put his hand around her waist and pinched her chin, "Hmm? Who else are you going to call?"

With a "pop" sound, the back of Qi Yanjing's white hand instantly turned red.

Wen Zhixian went up and slapped him on the back of his hand.

Qi Yanjing didn't even look at it, "Domestic violence, murderous."

He hummed softly, but it sounded a little happy, like he was enjoying it.

Just at this moment, a police car siren sounded downstairs, and Qi Yanjing said slowly: "We are here to arrest you."

Wen Zhixian laughed unhappily.

"Last night I was holding you and telling you this is the palm and this is the back of your hand, and I am your baby." He sighed and continued slowly, "I will be beaten today. Sure enough, you forgot it after you fell asleep."

Is he talking to his hands?

"No!" she retorted.

When I woke up today, I felt dizzy but not sore in the body.

Even if he didn't torture her, his tools would be hard to handle.

"What are you thinking about? I'm just sleeping." He sounded in a good mood.

A trap was waiting for her.

Wen Zhixian: "I'm going to domestic violence you."

"How polite! You even told me about domestic violence before. I'm so touched. Come on, then." He said this with a righteous tone, as if he was ready to die bravely.

He licked his dry lips, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Do it to me."

Why are you making such a fuss so early in the morning?

The two of them were pressed tightly together, and when she felt the changes in Qi Yanjing's body behind her, her body suddenly stiffened and she dared not move.

Qi Yanjing is feeling really uncomfortable now. He feels dizzy, maybe because he has a cold, and he is also feeling unwell.

He sighed, "Don't move."

-

When the passion reached its peak, a low gasp escaped from his lips.

…

Wen Zhixian's face was lightly powdered, as if she had put on some blush.

He really knows how to play.

She coughed. "Are you okay?"

Qi Yanjing rubbed her lazily like a cat and said "hmm".

She had just been staring at Qi Yanjing's hand that had been hit red by her. His fingers were long and the joints were distinct. The veins on the back of his hand were bulging and full of lust. Even the place where she had hit him was still faintly red.

As if she was bewitched, she lowered her head and kissed the back of his hand.

When her soft lips touched him, Qi Yanjing smiled softly: "Don't just kiss it, kiss me."

His voice was a little hoarse, very pleasing to the ear, and it was hard not to distort the pronunciation when he was mumbling the words.

Wen Zhixian's face was burning, "I'm hungry, I want to get up."

Who can beat him?

Qi Yanjing released the arm that was restraining her and moved aside.

A moment of dizziness.

After pausing for two seconds, he got up and went to the bathroom first.

Wen Zhihan stood up and moved slightly, and felt a burning pain on the inside of his thigh.

She lifted the hem of her nightgown and took a look. Not only was her vagina red, but it also seemed a little engorged.

Qi Yanjing came out of the bathroom. He pressed his temples lightly and leaned sideways to look down along her line of sight.

He rubbed my face red.

Wen Zhixian raised his head and complained, "Domestic violence."

"Then let me kiss it?" Qi Yanjing said as he almost squatted down.

Wen Zhixian quickly put down the hem of her skirt and said, "It's okay, it's okay. It won't be a problem."

After saying that, she stumbled out of the bed from the other side.

A smile appeared on Qi Yanjing's lips.

-

While Wen Zhihan was washing up, Qi Yanjing was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen in his pajamas.

Suddenly I saw the honey jar next to the compartment where the rock sugar was kept.

He was stunned and held his forehead. It seemed that he was really drunk last night and didn’t see this!

Adjust the seasoning, pour the soup on, put the cooked noodles into the bowl, and sprinkle with chopped green onions for garnish.

He brought the noodles to the table.

Looking at Wen Zhixian who was leaning against the window and looking out, he said, "Stop looking and come and have dinner."

"Come on." She closed the window.

"What are you looking at?"

Wen Zhixian sat down and started slurping noodles, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, it seems to be a quarrel in the building next door, there are so many people watching."

I don't know what it is, but it seems interesting.

When she looked up at Qi Yanjing, she saw that his face was pale and his lips were lighter in color: "Why do you look so bad?"

"Maybe I have a cold."

She put down her chopsticks and ran out in her little white rabbit slippers.

She took out a pack of cold medicine from the cabinet, poured the granules into a cup, poured warm water over it, and handed it to Qi Yanjing: "Drink this first."

Qi Yanjing obediently took the cold medicine.

A smell of medicine spread between lips and teeth.

"Isn't it bitter?" Wen Zhixian blinked and looked at him.

This medicine is effective, but it is not sweet at all and the smell is not pleasant.

Qi Yanjing: "I can accept it."

Compared to the worst tasting medicine he'd ever taken, it wasn't bad.

After slurping the noodles, Qi Yanjing felt unwell so she asked him to go and rest first while she put the dishes in the dishwasher to wash them.

After cleaning up, she looked at Qi Yanjing who was rubbing his brows from time to time, and walked over. The notebook on the table was showing the stock market chart.

"Are you really okay?" Wen Zhixian stared at him for a few seconds.

Qi Yanjing: "I think it's OK."

She reached out her hand towards Qi Yanjing's forehead, but could hardly feel anything.

I took his temperature with a thermometer.

Qi Yanjing did as he was told, without taking his eyes off the stock price trend.

After five minutes, she took out the thermometer and looked at it.

Thirty-eight degrees.

Wen Zhixian's eyes fell on Qi Yanjing's face, so he might have had a low fever in the morning, and he was talking to her...

"If you feel uncomfortable, come and do something." She handed the coat to Qi Yanjing, "Put it on and go to the hospital."

While putting on his clothes, Qi Yanjing said, "It's not a mess. At least my body feels a little better now."

Wen Zhihan put on a woolen coat and buttoned it up.

Drive him to the hospital.

When she drove out of the garage, she saw a group of people standing there chatting about something. It must be what she saw when she stood at the window in the morning.

But she didn't stop, she drove out of the gate and headed straight for the hospital.

-

In the ward.

Infuse the liquid.

"Did you drink and cool down last night?" Wen Zhixian asked him.

Qi Yanjing shook his head: "No."

Wen Zhixian was thinking that his physical condition might have deteriorated, so he made some soup for him.

He confessed truthfully: "It might be because I took a cold shower."

“…”

She sighed silently in her heart, "I'll go get you some hot water, you take a rest first."

"good."

After leaving the ward, I ran into Qi Yaochuan and Xie Anruo coming up the stairs at the corner, as well as Qi Yaochuan's little confession in his arms.

This child has very big eyes and his eyelashes are surprisingly long and twinkling.

"Zhixian?" Xie Anruo was a little surprised to see her, "Why are you in the hospital? Are you sick?"

Wen Zhixian: "It's not me, it's Qi Yanjing who has a fever."