I have a fever
Ye Wanqing woke up first when the morning mist drifted into the cave.
She shifted and found that Zhao Tingfeng's hand was still around her waist. She tried to pull it away, but found that his hand was very hot.
She reached out and touched his forehead, finding it very hot.
He has a fever.
"Zhao Tingfeng?" she called softly, but he frowned and did not respond, his lips pale.
He probably fainted from the fever.
She remembered that he had taken off his coat and given it to her last night, while she sat in the cold all night wearing only a vest.
I guess he caught a cold.
What should we do? We need to find a way to bring down his fever, but where can we get fever reducers in this desolate wilderness?
She suddenly remembered that she had a universal laboratory in her personal space. Without any doubt, she immediately chanted the incantation and entered the space.
I redeemed some fever reducers with my points. Then I came out.
But a new problem arose: fever-reducing pills are bitter and hard to swallow, and need to be taken with warm water.
But there wasn't a single drop of water in the cave.
If fever-reducing medication is not taken in time, the condition may become more serious.
Looking at his chapped lips, Ye Wanqing suddenly thought of a solution.
She put the pill in her mouth, and the bitter taste instantly spread across her tongue, but she didn't care and gently brought it close to his lips.
His lips were softer than she had imagined, like peach petals glistening with morning dew.
She used her tongue to push the pill deep into his mouth.
Then, she laid him flat on the ground and took off her coat to cover him. Only then did she realize that he was quite pitiful when he had a high fever.
Half an hour later.
Zhao Tingfeng then slowly opened his eyes.
"You're awake?"
"What's wrong with me?" He just felt a terrible headache.
"You had a fever. But it's gone now."
"You have a fever?" Zhao Tingfeng rubbed his temples. No wonder he felt so uncomfortable. He hadn't had a fever in years.
"Why did you give me your clothes last night? You were cold too."
He suddenly laughed, "Silly girl, if I don't give it to you, you'll be the one with the fever. As a man, of course I have to be gentle and considerate."
"Oh dear, what time is it, and you're still being sarcastic?" Ye Wanqing rolled her eyes at him.
"Did I say anything nonsense after I fell asleep last night?" Zhao Tingfeng asked embarrassedly.
"Nonsense?" Ye Wanqing thought to herself. He hadn't said anything nonsensical last night, but she didn't mind teasing him.
She whispered in his ear, "Last night you said, 'Wanqing, sit on top and move yourself.'"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Tingfeng's earlobes turned bright red.
He had many erotic dreams, in which he and Ye Wanqing made love.
I also dreamed about Ye Wanqing being very proactive.
This had always been a little secret he kept to himself, but he was still quite embarrassed when Ye Wanqing exposed it all at once.
When Ye Wanqing saw that his face had turned red, she giggled.
"Alright, just kidding. You were so delirious from the fever last night, what kind of dreams could you have?"
She glanced outside; the rain had stopped. "Shouldn't we go back now? Are you feeling better? Are you alright?"
Zhao Tingfeng was about to agree, but then he thought that he wouldn't have such a good opportunity to be alone with her once he got back, so he quickly frowned, covered his head with his hand, and said, "No, my head hurts..."
"Okay, then let's stay a little longer."
Hearing this, Zhao Tingfeng was secretly delighted.
...
Meanwhile, Shanghai, a city thousands of miles away.
During this period, Xue Mubai was depressed and unhappy.
Firstly, his beloved woman had passed away, and secondly, his father was seriously ill.
That day.
Xue Mubai carried the medicine he had personally prepared into his father's bedroom.
On this day, he saw a girl in a white shirt sitting next to his father.
When Xue Huaili saw him come in, he coughed violently and said, "Son, come here quickly."
Xue Mubai walked over and said, "Father."
"Mu Bai, this is Su Qian." Her father wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, his gaze sweeping between the two of them. "The daughter of the Su family from the textile factory, a young lady from a wealthy family. She's your age and just returned from studying abroad. She's also very well-read. I'm introducing you two today because I intend to bring you together."
Xue Mubai glanced at Su Qian, whose delicate features resembled those of someone from the misty rain of Jiangnan, with a small mole at the corner of her eye. Her eyelashes were lowered, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt, the tips of her ears were flushed, and her hair was styled in the most fashionable perm with waves.
Although not as beautiful as Ye Wanqing, she was still petite and charming.
At this moment, Su Qian was also looking at him with starry eyes; she really liked Xue Mubai. After all, who wouldn't like a tall and handsome man?
"Dad, I don't want to talk about marriage right now. Besides, I have another girl in my heart." Xue Mubai's voice was somewhat stubborn.
"Son, you're not young anymore. My days are numbered." He raised his voice, then coughed violently again, reaching for a handkerchief to cover his mouth. When he finished, he unfolded the handkerchief and found it stained with dark red blood.
Xue Mubai panicked when he saw the blood on the handkerchief and quickly stepped forward to support his father, "Father..."
Xue Huaili quickly grabbed Xue Mubai's hand and said weakly, "Son, I know you have someone in your heart, but I can't wait any longer. I just want to see you settle down before I go. This is my last wish. Please grant it to me, son, otherwise I will die with regrets."
As he spoke, Xue Huaili suddenly burst into tears.
Xue Mubai felt a pang of sadness and remained silent.
Although he didn't want his father to leave with regrets, he also didn't want to trade his own lifelong happiness for it.
When Xue Huaili saw that he did not agree, he immediately pretended to faint.
"Father."
Xue Mubai panicked and rushed forward, crying out, "Father, someone come here..."
...
Xue Huaili began to feign unconsciousness.
On the way home, he remained silent until he finally spoke.
"Su Qian, will you...will you marry me?"
My father is in a coma and doesn't have much time left. As his son, the only thing I can do is fulfill his wishes.
"Xue Mubai, actually, the first time I saw you was in the summer when I was seven years old. Every day you would squat under the sycamore tree and feed the stray cats. Back then, your eyes shone like stars. I was five years old then, and every day I would squat on the stone bench not far away and watch you. I thought this older brother was really handsome, and that's when I fell in love with you."
Su Qian was very excited when she heard Xue Mubai propose to her.
Xue Mubai was stunned for a moment, but his throat tightened. "But we have no feelings for each other. Don't you mind?"
"Relationships are something that develop gradually. We can start a family first, then build our careers. We have plenty of time."
“Then let’s have the wedding first. There’s no rush to get the marriage certificate; I’m afraid my father won’t live to see it,” he suddenly said.
Su Qian smiled sweetly: "Okay, Brother Mu Bai."
She can finally marry her Prince Charming. So happy!
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