Chapter 86 He will be gentler next time
The day after building the snowman, Zhu Wendong's health finally held up and she did not catch a cold for the first time in her life.
She even wanted to burn some incense to thank God.
But she didn't have a cold or a fever, it seemed like someone else had the fever.
When Zhu Wendong woke up in the morning, his back felt like it was covered with a stove, bubbling with hot steam and burning frighteningly.
She was woken up by the heat in a daze. She turned over and put her forehead against the forehead of the person in front of her, and woke up instantly.
Zhu Wendong opened his eyes, put the back of his hand on his forehead again, and said softly, "Qi Yanxue, you have a fever."
Qi Yanxue slowly opened her eyes, the corners of her eyes were a little red from being burned. Hearing this, he put his hand on her forehead, felt the scorching heat, and rubbed against her arms.
"Baby, what should I do? I have a fever."
His voice was dry and hoarse, like unpolished gravel.
Zhu Wendong hummed twice with gloating pleasure: "I said there are others with weak constitutions."
She threw off the quilt and prepared to get out of bed, "Let's go to the hospital."
Qi Yanxue hugged her back, and said in a cold and stubborn tone, "I won't go to the hospital."
Knowing that Qi Yanxue would resist going to the hospital, Zhu Wendong did not force her. After all, Qi Yanxue was almost burned to death and still refused to go. It was only after she cried and coaxed her that she agreed to go.
Zhu Wendong sighed helplessly, "Then I'll go get the medicine box."
The hand that was holding her waist finally lost its strength.
Zhu Wendong went to the living room to get the medicine box and came back, only to notice that the man on the bed was shirtless, with a silk quilt half hanging around his waist. The lines of his muscles were like a mountain range with ravines and gullies, smooth and strong.
The corners of his eyes were stained scarlet, and his hair hung down in front of his eyebrows, making him look like a sickly male demon.
Zhu Wendong coughed twice, and his ears felt strangely hot when he saw this scene in broad daylight.
Qi Yanxue raised her eyes and looked at her, "Baby, are you infected too?"
Zhu Wendong held the thermometer to his forehead and said, pretending to be calm, "No, my throat is just itchy."
Qi Yanxue caught a glimpse of her panicked averted gaze and chuckled. In fact, he seldom caught a cold or had a fever. He just got caught in the snow outside last night and took a cold shower when he came back.
Even a body made of iron cannot withstand such treatment. Sure enough, I really had a fever today.
But when he had a cold and fever, his baby's eyes were all on him, so the experience seemed pretty good.
38.7 degrees Celsius.
Zhu Wendong looked at the number on the thermometer and pursed his lips. "38.7 is a high fever."
She placed her hand on his forehead, "Qi Yanxue, are you okay?"
Qi Yanxue lowered her long eyelashes and said lightly, "Oh no, she's almost burned to death."
Zhu Wendong pushed him and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I guarantee that taking the antipyretic will cure your illness. But first—"
She pulled the quilt from his waist to his chin and covered him tightly, "You must cover yourself with the quilt, don't catch a cold."
Qi Yanxue looked at her mysteriously and said "Oh" reluctantly.
Zhu Wendong put another fever-reducing patch on his forehead.
Qi Yanxue turned his head away to refuse, but Zhu Wendong was so firm that he had no choice but to compromise.
After applying the fever-reducing patch, Zhu Wendong cooked some porridge for him, and then Zhu Wendong watched him eat the porridge and take the fever-reducing medicine.
She turned off the light in the room, smoothed the quilt for him, and turned to leave the bedroom.
But her wrist was held by a hot hand.
Qi Yanxue's voice was hoarse, with a hint of doubt: "Where are you going?"
Zhu Wendong stopped what he was doing and looked down at him. "You have a good rest. I'll go to the study."
Qi Yanxue pulled her into his arms, and the silk quilt covered them both tightly. His hot breath fanned into her ears.
"Sleep with me."
Zhu Wendong struggled a bit and said in an unhappy tone, "You're too hot!"
It's even hotter than a hand warmer.
Qi Yanxue dragged out the last syllable and coaxed, "It's not hot, baby, sleep with me."
He held her in his arms, his five fingers tightly intertwined with hers, as if they were one and the same.
It is said that patients are more important than anything else. Zhu Wendong could not persuade him, but his tone was pleading, which made his already unstable heart collapse.
She relaxed and lay quietly, her back pressed against his chest, feeling his steady breathing.
The person behind me suddenly said out of nowhere: "Baby, you didn't have time to try the perm five years ago. Do you want to try it today?"
“…”
Zhu Wendong really wanted to find a garbage bag to put his mouth in.
At this time, you still have the mind to think about these colorful wastes.
Zhu Wendong bit her lip and nudged him with her elbow, "If you don't want to sleep, I'm leaving."
Qi Yanxue groaned from being hit, and as if afraid that she would leave, he eased off a little, and replied lazily several times: "Sleep, sleep, sleep."
After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Really not going to try?"
Zhu Wendong turned over to face him, glared at him and said, "Qi Yanxue!"
His body is made of iron, how can he still joke after being burned like this?
"Okay, stop making trouble." Qi Yanxue patted her back soothingly, "Go to sleep."
This time Qi Yanxue didn't make any more trouble. Zhu Wendong didn't want to sleep at first, but the frequency of Qi Yanxue patting her back was so comfortable that her eyes darkened and she fell asleep in a daze.
When I woke up again, I was awakened by the hot breath on my neck.
Qi Yanxue woke up at some point, buried his head in her neck, and kissed her from behind her ear to her chin, neck, and collarbone. Seeing how soundly and obediently she was sleeping, he became even more unscrupulous.
Finally, he stopped at her slender white neck, holding a piece of soft flesh in his mouth and sucking it carefully.
Zhu Wendong pushed him weakly twice and complained, "Itchy."
Qi Yanxue loosened her mouth, leaving a red mark where he had sucked her. Seeing that she woke up, he not only did not stop, but became even more aggressive.
She buried her head in a soft spot. The next second, Zhu Wendong felt something wrapped around her. A tingling sensation spread to her head, and she inserted her five fingers into his hair.
I couldn't help but hum softly.
His fever had not yet subsided and the air he exhaled was hot and scalding.
Zhu Wendong felt like he was being roasted on fire, with beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
After a long time, Qi Yanxue raised her head. Her originally sickly eyes were now full of lust, with a hint of red at the corners of her eyes.
Two buttons of Zhu Wendong's pajamas were undone, and the fair skin on her chest was red and swollen. She buried her head in the pillow, not wanting to look at him.
The instigator knew that he was in the wrong. Qi Yanxue rubbed his hands, slowly straightened her pajamas and buttoned her shirt.
Twisted her head out.
"Don't suffocate yourself, Chuchu."
Zhu Wendong's chest still hurt a little, and her eyebrows were knitted. Qi Yanxue rubbed her chest with pity, "I'll be gentler next time."
Zhu Wendong hummed twice and enjoyed the strength of his kneading with peace of mind. Apart from anything else, Qi Yanxue's technique was quite satisfactory to her.
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