Chapter 95
Midnight.
Bo Tingyuan wiped Wen Cishu with a hot towel and took a quick shower.
When I returned to the bed, Wen Cishu was already fast asleep. Perhaps because he felt a little hot, one of his legs had kicked out from under the quilt and was sticking out.
The black leg ring had been worn for a little too long. When Bo Tingyuan took it off, a bright red mark was left on her soft skin, which had not disappeared yet.
He threw back the quilt and got into bed, rubbing the blurred mark with his palm.
"Hmm..." Wen Cishu hummed softly and turned to his side, resting his hand on his forearm.
Bo Tingyuan turned sideways and embraced the soft person.
The time showed it was already the late night, but he was not sleepy at all. Instead, he was exceptionally alert.
He lay on the pillow, in the dim light, staring at Wen Cishu, from his peaceful and quiet eyebrows to his straight and delicate nose, and then to his soft lips.
——The lower lip is a little swollen.
Bo Tingyuan was a little out of control just now, and was worried that a deep kiss that completely blocked his lips would make him feel suffocated, so he exerted his oral desire on his lips.
Fortunately, I am safe and sound.
Bo Tingyuan leaned over and kissed him tenderly, his dark green eyes filled with the lingering emotion.
However, he did not expect that by sunrise, Wen Cishu would actually show symptoms of discomfort.
Bo Tingyuan suddenly woke up, his alarm bells rang, and he felt that his body was overheated, so he immediately asked his aunt to bring him a thermometer.
After testing, it was a low-grade fever.
Bo Tingyuan took many fever-reducing patches and stuck them on his forehead, back of the neck, chest and other places where the temperature was higher.
Then, he held the cup of warm water, poured some liquid into Wen Cishu's mouth, and called softly, "Cishu?"
An abnormal blush appeared on Wen Cishu's cheeks. His body rejected the heat from his chest, so he pushed his palms aside and cried out uncomfortably, "It's so hot..."
Bo Tingyuan could only let him lie down first and asked his aunt to ask Dr. Chen to come.
Wen Cishu had just recovered, but today he had a sudden low-grade fever again, so everyone in the family was naturally extremely nervous.
Doctor Chen came quickly and after a preliminary examination, he only had a low-grade fever.
He glanced at the eldest son of the Bo family, whose face was gloomy and eyes were full of worry, and hesitated.
Before the doctor arrived, Bo Tingyuan had already changed Wen Cishu into long-sleeved home clothes.
But Dr. Chen is very experienced after all, and even if he didn't see any traces, he could still guess something.
Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and asked him to talk outside, leaving Aunt Zhong in the room to look after him.
Aunt Zhong was also an experienced person and guessed what was going on immediately.
She wiped the second young master's face with a hot towel and thought to herself: It's better to sleep in separate rooms.
Outside the door.
As a professional doctor, Dr. Chen had no reason to be euphemistic and said bluntly, "Master, you are aware of Mr. Wen's physical condition. In the future, you two may have to proceed step by step in your relationship and not be too hasty."
The color of Bo Tingyuan's eyes behind his glasses was very light: "Okay, thank you for your reminder."
“It should be.”
Doctor Chen glanced inside the door and said, "After taking the antipyretic medicine, observe the situation. I will come again this afternoon. The situation is not too serious at the moment. Please rest assured."
Bo Tingyuan nodded in agreement. Uncle Xu came just in time, so he asked him to take him downstairs.
He turned and went back to his room.
On the stairs, Uncle Xu frowned and asked with concern: "Old Chen, how is our master?"
"Oh, maybe I caught a cold during the night."
Doctor Chen explained, "Mr. Wen's physical condition is a little weak, so he still needs to take care of himself."
"That is."
Uncle Xu didn't doubt it and asked about daily care.
Doctor Chen gave detailed instructions before leaving.
When Uncle Xu returned to the living room, he thought:
Do I need to contact the young master on the farm?
Aunt Zhong just came downstairs, and the first thing she said was, "Young Master told you not to tell Yiming yet. Wait until he comes home. He's afraid he'll worry."
Uncle Xu nodded, knowing what was going on.
He hurried to the kitchen to ask for breakfast to be prepared.
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bedroom.
Under the combined effects of the antipyretic patch and antipyretic medicine, Wen Cishu slowly woke up.
He never could have imagined that after one night, he would actually fall ill. His eyes, moist due to fever, slowly turned and met Bo Tingyuan's eyes full of worry. "you……"
The hoarseness of the voice startled both him and Bo Tingyuan.
"Don't talk, drink some warm water first."
Bo Tingyuan hugged him, turned around to get the cup of water from the cabinet, and fed him a few sips.
As the liquid flowed down, my throat felt a slight tearing pain.
Wen Cishu frowned, avoided the cup, and shook his head gently, motioning him to take it away.
He couldn't understand why his throat felt so uncomfortable. His fingertips touched his throat, "Ah——"
Bo Tingyuan gently covered his lips and kissed his forehead: "It's normal to have a sore throat due to a low-grade fever. It's okay. It will be fine after the fever goes down."
Wen Cishu was trapped in his gentle embrace, thinking drowsily, could it be that he couldn't hold back his moans last night?
And what's going on with this sudden low-grade fever? !
He closed his eyes in despair, feeling ashamed and sad.
Bo Tingyuan asked, "How are the rest of your body?"
"Somewhere else?"
Wen Cishu murmured and looked into his eyes.
The weak and hoarse voice was heartbreaking to hear.
Bo Tingyuan held his hand tightly and rubbed it against the side of his neck: "I cleaned it yesterday and found no injuries, but I'm afraid I can't check it thoroughly."
“…”
Wen Cishu was silent for a moment, and his already feverish face seemed to be on fire and was burning fiercely.
He slid down like a mermaid, almost burying himself in the quilt and suffocating. After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you do while I was sleeping?"
The red eyes filled with water seemed too weak.
Bo Tingyuan kissed her and was about to speak when Wen Cishu's thin and slender fingers pressed on his lips again.
Wen Cishu: "Forget it, don't tell me."
"Then continue to sleep and stop talking."
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his face and said, "I'm not going to the company today."
Wen Cishu was speechless and choked with emotion.
——Woo woo, how could this happen!
But he couldn't fall asleep, his mind was full of last night's events, and he kept moving in his arms as if his body was covered with thorns.
Bo Tingyuan hugged him through the quilt and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable like last time? I'll rub it for you."
"You——" Wen Cishu was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, "Yeah."
Just rub it, his legs and waist are really sore anyway.
When Wen Cishu felt a little better after kneading him, he thought of another thing and looked up at him: "Where are those things?"
Bo Tingyuan: "In the cloakroom."
Wen Cishu was stunned and embarrassed. He turned his head away and hid his chin in the quilt.
He actually knew what he was asking?
"You yesterday - woo -"
Just as he was about to speak, Bo Tingyuan covered his mouth and he could only make a pitiful "woohoo" sound.
Asshole, don't let him speak!
Bo Tingyuan frowned and warned: "Wait until your throat is healed. Be obedient."
Wen Cishu thought to himself, I am not your child, so how can I listen to you just because you tell me to? !
He childishly raised his foot, stepped lightly on the instep of his foot, and crushed it with his palm.
Bo Tingyuan felt relieved seeing that he had the energy to get upset with him.
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After the aunt brought breakfast, Bo Tingyuan wanted to feed him and even picked up the bowl, but Wen Cishu propped himself up and sat on the pillow, saying in a hoarse voice: "I'll do it myself."
He lowered his eyes and didn't even look at Bo Tingyuan.
But Bo Tingyuan didn't move.
Wen Cishu had no choice but to raise his eyes.
When their eyes met, Bo Tingyuan's expression became gloomy.
Wen Cishu raised his hand, still indicating that he wanted to drink the porridge by himself.
As a result, Bo Tingyuan stood up, put the soup back on the table, opened the drawer abnormally, and took out something.
Wen Cishu frowned in confusion, but who would have thought that when he returned to the bedside, she would hold her wrists.
His eyes slowly widened as the dark green ribbon wrapped around his fair wrist.
Bo Tingyuan's eyes behind the glasses were fixed intently on his wrist, which was tied very softly.
Then he took the soup back and fed it to his lips spoonful by spoonful.
Wen Cishu stared at him with his dark eyes and took small sips.
They actually tied up this patient?
How can this be true?
Halfway through drinking, he drooped his eyes in grievance and poked Bo Tingyuan's leg with his slender fingers.
When Bo Tingyuan was silent, his eyes were very cold.
Wen Cishu could only open his mouth and silently shout "Daddy~"
Bo Tingyuan let him poke, pinch and beg, and fed the remaining one third unmoved.
Wen Cishu finally finished drinking, snorted loudly, and turned his body to the other side.
Before I could lie down properly, a pair of big hands pressed me flat on the pillow.
He raised his clasped hands and waved them in front of Bo Tingyuan, silently signaling him to untie them.
The green ribbon hangs down on the forearm, like two fresh young bamboo leaves covering the white snow.
Bo Tingyuan stared at him, kissed the delicate skin of his wrist, and whispered, "If the condition is more serious, the doctor may need to check other parts of the body."
Wen Cishu: "..."
The engine stalled instantly, and his expression froze.
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