Chapter 31: How to pursue your wife with half-ripe mulberries.
The door in front was opened.
Sanfu leaned against the wall drowsily. She took a deep breath, raised her head, and asked him where the medicine box was, trying to act as normal as possible.
But perhaps the fever had slowed her brain a bit. When their eyes met, her thoughts were offline for a moment, so much so that the next second, Zhuang Mowen spoke before her: "You have a fever?"
The tone was very serious.
Before she could answer, she felt a sudden warmth on her face. Sang Fu's eyes went dark, and she saw Zhuang Mowen approaching her without saying a word.
When she was sick, even blinking felt extremely heavy and slow, and everything was a beat slower. She stared blankly at him as he bent down and raised his hand to touch her forehead.
The body was scorching hot, the breath was cold, and she had no strength to hide.
The covering hand was so big that it almost covered her eyes. Sanfu's eyelashes trembled and drooped, then quickly lifted up and looked at his approaching face.
He frowned, with deep furrows forming between his brows.
In Sang Fu's memory, Zhuang Mowen was gentle and elegant. He had the calmness and composure to allow anything to happen. It seemed that nothing was worth causing such a big fluctuation in his emotions.
In all the time they knew each other, Sanfu had never seen him frown.
Tonight counts as one.
"It's very hot, you have a fever." When he spoke again, it was already a statement.
His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he lifted them, a faint flicker of something in his deep, dark pupils. At this moment, Sang Fu regained her hoarse voice: "Well, I can't find the medicine box at home, so I came to disturb you so late..."
"Come with me." Zhuang Mowen interrupted the second half of her sentence. He moved, walked out and closed the door. Inside the room, the dim bedside lamp he had temporarily turned on was blocked by the door.
Sang Fu struggled to find medicine after a long time, but her fever made her whole body weak. Zhuang Mowen came out, and she didn't want to block the door, so she hurriedly took half a step back, her steps were weak and she staggered a little.
The next moment, Zhuang Mowen held her shoulders and let her release some of her strength on him.
Sang Fu looked up at him, but couldn't see his expression clearly, only saw the straight corners of his lips.
He held her body firmly, his voice clear and steady: "The medicine box is in the master bedroom, don't worry."
The memory and picture of returning to the bedroom were vague, with only a faint scent lingering at the tip of Sangfu's nose.
Just like the night of the thunderstorm, the night they had to stay at the banker's house, she lay in his bed and smelled that pleasant but unknown smell under the quilt.
Very light, reassuring.
Once inside the room, he let go of her shoulders and went to get the medicine box.
Sang Fu stood there, watching Zhuang Mowen leave and then come back quickly.
Even if she lived here, she would not touch anything here, so she was not familiar with the layout of this bedroom. It turned out that the medicine box was placed in a storage cabinet.
Zhuang Mowen found the box of fever-reducing capsules and the electronic thermometer. After Sang Fu measured it, the value on it was beyond the normal range and was close to 39 degrees Celsius.
It's a high fever.
He said, "I'll go get some water, you take a rest first."
Sang Fu nodded. She had already woken Zhuang Mowen up in the middle of the night, and it was already troublesome. She stopped trying to be brave and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Thanks."
After Zhuang Mowen left, she slowly took off her slippers and tucked herself into bed.
While waiting, Sangfu felt dizzy, but she endured it and didn't dare to fall asleep. When she heard the door open, she sat up again.
Zhuang Mowen came over, handed her the warm water, took out two capsules and poured them into her palm.
He asked, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"
Sang Fu swallowed the medicine. Apart from her sickly red cheeks and dull eyes, she looked no different from usual.
She gave an answer that didn't surprise Zhuang Mowen: "Let's go."
So before dawn, Sangfu had to get rid of the fever.
Zhuang Mowen said "hmm", "Then go to bed quickly and have a good sleep first."
Sangfu lay down, her head felt heavy, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
She whispered, "Excuse me."
Zhuang Mowen put the medicine back to its original place and looked at her. "Rest first. We'll talk about other things after you get better."
As he spoke, he walked over and bent over to turn on the light on her bedside lamp. The room suddenly fell into darkness. Zhuang Mowen paused, and before removing his fingertips from the switch, he looked down at her.
Perhaps because she was cold and weak, she sank deep into the quilt, with only half of her face exposed. She kept her eyes open, watching his movements.
The moonlight was hazy, outlining her face softly and small, with rosy cheeks.
Zhuang Mowen's gaze followed her face, slowly lifted up, and finally settled on the window not far away. Moonlight poured in from there, illuminating the entire room.
He stood up and took two steps when he heard Sanfu ask him, "What are you going to do?"
"Draw the curtains," Zhuang Mowen replied in a low voice, "The room is too bright. It's hard to sleep well."
"No." She responded urgently, repeating it firmly twice in a row, "Don't pull it."
Zhuang Mowen stopped grabbing the curtain and withdrew his hand. He turned around and asked, "Why?"
Sangfu didn't look at him again, but just remained curled up in the quilt, motionless.
"It's too dark and I'm scared."
After a long time, Sangfu finally spoke.
Anyway, I've been vulnerable enough in front of him today, so it's okay to admit a little more.
Her voice was low and hoarse, and the last few words were particularly soft, almost a breath.
But because the room was extremely quiet, Zhuang Mowen still heard every word clearly.
"Okay," he responded softly, "Then I won't do it."
After walking back a few steps, Zhuang Mowen asked her, "Is it still cold?"
Sanfu said, "It's a little better."
Taking medicine always has some effect.
He responded, still with no intention of leaving. He just sat down in front of her bed, met her gaze, and said:
"Your temperature hasn't dropped yet, so we have to keep you here."
Sang Fu opened her mouth in a daze: "You have to go to work during the day..." Besides, it doesn't seem appropriate at all.
Zhuang Mowen reached out and tucked the quilt for her.
"No matter what happens to me, my spirit will be stronger than a sick person like you."
"Are you going to use some contract to stop me, Miss Sang?" He looked at Sang Fu's hesitant expression, pursed his lips, and showed his first smile of the night. "Guess, if you fall ill, will your parents tear up the contract first, or me first?"
Sanfu laughed at his words.
"No, my parents are very busy and don't have time to deal with these things."
She felt so heavy that she didn't have the energy to argue with Zhuang Mowen anymore, so Sang Fu had to compromise.
"Then if you're tired, go back and rest. I should be fine."
"Well, go to sleep." His tone was gentle.
After a moment, Sangfu finally closed her eyes. Because she was too tired, she fell asleep in a daze as soon as she closed her eyes.
She didn't know how long it had been, she felt like she was immersed in a pool of water, her clothes were wet and stuck to her skin, she felt extremely uncomfortable, she struggled to wake up, but she didn't know which dream she was trapped in, it was all in vain.
Later, the temperature of her body slowly dropped, and the strange coldness dissipated. Before Sangfu fell into a deep sleep, her only consciousness was that in her half-awake state, she seemed to feel something like a cold towel falling on her.
Cheeks, behind the ears...neck, and then it stops.
When I opened my eyes, it was daylight.
Sang Fu sat up, and Zhuang Mowen was not in the room.
The illness came like a mountain falling. Although I could feel the fever was going down, all the bones in my body were in agony.
She was not in a bad mood when she woke up, so she quickly got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash up.
She sweated a lot last night, but when she woke up, she didn't feel uncomfortable because of the sweat. She went into the shower room and took a shower. Just as she came out of the bathroom, the bedroom door lock turned and Zhuang Mowen pushed the door open and came in with breakfast.
He was surprised: "Waking up so early?"
Sang Fu came out and said, "I've been getting up early lately. Maybe it's my biological clock."
"Just right, breakfast."
Sangfu followed him towards the coffee table. Recalling the vague feeling she had when she was sleeping, she said, "Did I sweat a lot last night?"
"Sweating can reduce fever."
Zhuang Mowen turned around, probably noticing something from her expression. He put down the plate and said, "I was planning to wake you up because it's not good to hold in the sweat, but you were sleeping soundly and your fever was gone, so I wet a towel and wiped you down."
Sangfu: "Ah..."
Zhuang Mowen: "Hmm?"
Sanfu: "...Nothing."
She thought...
It turns out that it wasn't a dream.
She sat beside Zhuang Mowen and lowered her head to take a sip of the porridge. Although it looked bland, it tasted very good.
"Aunt Zhao, are you here so early today?"
When she got up, she checked the time. It was only six o'clock. Aunt Zhao usually arrived at Jinyuan at six fifty, and arrived just in time for Zhuang Mowen's breakfast twenty minutes later.
It was only half past six when she came out of the shower.
Zhuang Mowen's voice rang out: "She hasn't come yet."
Sang Fu realized belatedly: "Then these... were you who did it?"
"Yeah." Zhuang Mowen said, "Aren't you going to the crew today? I'm afraid you won't be able to make it to Aunt Zhao's breakfast."
Sangfu nodded. She wanted to say thank you, but it seemed that she had said thank you too much these days.
But, apart from these two words, she didn't know what to say.
You can't just say you'll do it for him next time.
Her cooking is not good.
After a moment's distraction, the topic just now was over, so Sang Fu shut up and drank her porridge quietly.
The room was warm, and she was wearing a thin home dress, revealing her slender neck.
Zhuang Mowen saw the red mole again.
The little mole is inconspicuous, it looks like that and feels the same when touched.
Especially in the dim light, it feels no different from the surrounding skin. When you rub it with your fingertips, it feels warm, soft, and a little damp.
But once you notice it, it's hard to look away.
After finishing her breakfast and changing her clothes, Sangfu went out first.
Zhuang Mowen entered the study, planned his time before departure, and turned on his computer to do some work.
After a moment, he looked at the page he had been browsing for ten minutes without any changes, and moved the mouse slightly to enter another page for searching for literature.
Editor: [How to pursue girls.]
Search results: No relevant data at the moment!
Zhuang Mowen pursed his lips, thoughtfully deleting the last two words and re-editing: [How to pursue a wife.]
Clicking on the search button, I still get the same line of text:
There is no relevant data at the moment!
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The author has something to say: It’s time to take the initiative and attack!
From now on, Zhuang will kiss that mole like crazy [heart eyes] Oh, I can’t wait! Actually, when I first created the book, I had a "bed-scene" sub-volume... [OK]
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