Chapter 67 Chapter 67 I'm Sick
"There seems to be some kind of drug in the river water. It makes me feel very uncomfortable."
Song Guanshu stared at her intently.
Jiang Ling:? ? ?
Is the medicine that Song Guanshu mentioned the same medicine that she was thinking of?
It is hard to imagine that such words came from Song Guanshu's mouth. Is he crazy? Can't it?
Jiang Ling was silent for a moment, and finally said only two words: "Stop making trouble."
Since you already have a fever, you can't just drink ginger soup, you also have to take medicine.
Jiang Ling said, "I'll go find some antipyretic medicine."
The last time she had dysmenorrhea, Song Guanshu bought her painkillers that also had a fever-reducing effect, saving her from having to go out to buy medicine at night.
It was too cold outside. Even if she didn't have medicine at home, she couldn't run to the hospital to buy it. Borrowing medicine from neighbors was more convenient than going to the hospital.
Song Guanshu grabbed her hand and stopped Jiang Ling from leaving.
Even a person with a high fever would have hot hands. He said softly, "I feel so cold."
Jiang Ling's heart softened at once, and her tone was more gentle than ever before, "I'll go make your bedding. You won't feel cold if you cover yourself with the quilt. Take a fever-reducing pill and have a good sleep. You won't feel uncomfortable tomorrow."
She spoke in a gentle voice, but Song Guanshu did not let go, and Jiang Ling did not have the heart to pry his hands apart.
Song Guanshu pulled her hand and put it inside her clothes, "It's uncomfortable."
The abdomen, which was usually at a suitable temperature, felt a little scary at this moment. "Oh my god, this is too hot. I hope I will be burned to death."
No wonder you were talking nonsense just now.
Song Guanshu:......
He closed his eyes. Jiang Ling just cared about him too much.
Jiang Ling pulled her hand out of his clothes and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go borrow a thermometer. If your fever is too severe, I'll take you to the hospital."
She had experienced the era of information explosion and had heard of many cases where people's fevers were not treated in time and eventually turned them into idiots.
Although most of the people she had heard about were children, just because she hadn't heard of it didn't mean it didn't exist. What if Song Guanshu was the adult who was burned stupidly?
Although he had a fever, he was still very energetic and pulled Jiang Ling into his arms.
After he developed a fever, his voice was a little floating, with a sense of unreality, "I know my body well, there is no need to go to the hospital."
Aren't you stupid? It's quite normal now.
"You don't have to go to the hospital." He already had a fever, and he would have to take medicine on the way to the hospital. "Then you have to take medicine."
Song Guanshu's arms were very hot before, and now they were even hotter after he had a fever, and they were continuously emitting heat.
She discovered that Song Guanshu loved hugging when he was vulnerable, and would not let go no matter what.
Whether it is embarrassing or not is another matter, the key point is that Song Guanshu is a patient and he cannot not take medicine.
"Let me go, I'll get you some medicine, and you still..."
Jiang Ling's mouth was suppressed by Song Guanshu's face.
To be precise, from a third-person perspective, it looked more like she was kissing Song Guanshu's forehead.
I don't know what this person was thinking. He actually wanted to block her mouth with his head. It should be the sequelae of the fever. He was not in a clear state of mind and did such a stupid thing.
But fortunately, he used the forehead and not any other part of the body.
Jiang Ling raised her eyes to see his reaction and met his gentle eyes.
She didn't know how it happened. Jiang Ling also suspected that Song Guanshu did it on purpose, but he was now a patient with a high fever, so she tried not to assume malicious intent about him.
This was something he would not do if he was sober. Jiang Ling attributed it to, "He was just stupid because of the fever."
She hardened her heart and forcefully pried Song Guanshu's hands apart.
Although he is a patient, when it comes to strength, Jiang Ling really can't compare to him.
If Song Guanshu was unwilling to let her go, it would be difficult for Jiang Ling to break free.
He did not go against her wishes and let her go. He just drooped his eyes and said nothing. He looked at her with such pitiful eyes that Jiang Ling felt very soft-hearted.
She quickly rummaged through the medicine box, found the antipyretic medicine, and asked him to swallow it.
Jiang Ling nags, "Take the medicine first. I've cooked some millet in the pot. Let's have millet porridge tonight. You're lucky. Millet porridge is easy to digest and suitable for patients."
When Jiang Ling just got home, she put the millet porridge in a pot on the stove to boil. At that time, she thought that the weather was cold and eating some hot porridge would warm her stomach.
Song Guanshu had a fever, and drinking porridge was just the right thing to do.
The rice oil from the millet porridge has been boiled out, and the whole kitchen is filled with the aroma of rice porridge.
Jiang Ling skimmed off the top layer of rice oil and put it into Song Guanshu's bowl.
The essence of this pot of millet porridge lies in the rice oil.
Considering that Song Guanshu was a patient, he was given the best food.
When Jiang Ling cooked millet porridge, she also added a small piece of chopped pumpkin. The old pumpkin was stewed until soft, adding a touch of sweetness to the millet porridge.
Jiang Ling originally thought that Song Guanshu would not be home in the evening, so she did not bring his meal. Instead, she sprinkled two handfuls of rice into the pot and prepared dinner for herself.
Two handfuls of rice made just enough to make two bowls of porridge, neither more nor less. Even if Song Guanshu was not full, there was no extra rice for him.
Song Guanshu only drank a bowl of porridge for dinner. After finishing it, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and watched Jiang Ling eat quietly.
He seemed elegant when eating, but his movements were not slow.
They both had bowls of the same size, but he had finished drinking it, while Jiang Ling still had half a bowl left.
Unable to bear his stare, Jiang Ling drank all the remaining millet porridge in the bowl in one breath.
To her, the porridge at the bottom of the bowl was still a little hot, scalding her.
Song Guanshu's eyes swept across Jiang Ling's tongue tip calmly. His face showed no change of expression and no one knew what obscene thoughts were in his mind.
You can't ask a patient to wash dishes, that would be too beastly.
Besides, only two bowls and a pot were used for dinner, so they were washed easily. The whole process took no more than five minutes, which included the time Jiang Ling spent pouring hot water and washing her hands.
After washing the dishes, she returned to the bedroom, but Song Guanshu had not yet returned to bed.
"Didn't I tell you to go to bed after brushing your teeth?" Jiang Ling said, "You'll go away the fever after a good night's sleep." This gives the antipyretic medicine enough time to work.
He ignored Jiang Ling's question, just stuck his head out and asked Jiang Ling to touch it. "Is it still hot?"
Jiang Ling wiped her wet hands on the towel and said, "Wait a minute, my hands are a little cold, I can't feel it now." When your hands are cold, even a normal person would make a vicious judgment that you have a fever by touching them.
Song Guanshu was very generous and stuffed Jiang Ling's hand into his clothes.
"It's okay, I'm hot."
The hot skin suddenly touched the cold hand, and Jiang Ling could feel the skin under her hand throbbing.
This is so foul, one seduction after another.
Jiang Ling is not a gentleman who can resist temptation.
Especially when her hand brushed over a little bump, he hummed softly and arched his body, very sensitive.
Although it was uncomfortable, he held out his chest and handed it to Jiang Ling.
She has boundaries, but not much.
Jiang Ling recalled some scenes that she had deliberately forgotten. Last time, she had not touched Song Guanshu's place. In fact, she had been coveting it for a long time.
Just a gentle flick was enough to make Song Guanshu breathe more heavily, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Her hands had already been warmed by Song Guanshu's skin, but her body temperature was normal, which made the skin under her hands seem even hotter.
Otherwise, why do we say beauty is alluring? There is such a beautiful woman standing in front of you, with her eyes blurred but hooked, and Jiang Ling's hand is still on him.
Who can control this?
Jiang Ling couldn't refuse beauty anyway.
Song Guanshu pulled her hand and put it into her clothes, just wanting her to touch it.
Yes, that's right.
Of course Jiang Ling wouldn't be polite.
It was Jiang Ling who pushed him down first, and she always had the initiative.
But after all, he was a grown man, and Jiang Ling didn't use any force when she pushed him, but he fell backwards heavily and lay on the kang.
It was a posture that allowed her to have whatever she wanted, and it was very seductive.
"Are you still hot?"
Jiang Ling's hands were exploring the mysteries of the human body on his upper body, and Song Guanshu let out a low moan from his throat that he himself had not expected.
Jiang Ling didn't use any restraint in her attack, and her eyes soon turned red on his skin.
She stopped immediately, "I'm sorry."
"No, it's okay. It doesn't hurt... It doesn't matter if it gets heavier."
Harder. Harder.
At some point, the clothes on his upper body disappeared, and of course, his lower body was not much better.
Jiang Ling was originally sitting on his lap, and then the two of them rolled together.
Song Guanshu rested his head on Jiang Ling's shoulder, and the hot breath brushed against her earlobe.
As if accidentally, his lips rubbed against Jiang Ling's earlobe.
Seeing that she didn't resist, the casual rub turned into a kiss.
Jiang Ling did not interrupt him, and he became bolder, moving from his earlobes to his neck and then to his cheeks.
The presence of something under her body was too obvious, reminding Jiang Ling that she had indulged herself too much tonight.
"No, we can't." Jiang Ling came to her senses in time.
Song Guanshu was caught up in the tide of love, but she quickly pulled herself out.
The kiss that was originally intended to fall on her lips missed, and he looked up at Jiang Ling blankly.
Not knowing whether to tell Song Guanshu or herself, Jiang Ling said firmly, "No, today was really too... much."
Song Guanshu grabbed Jiang Ling's hand. He didn't use any force, but he held her.
The numerous kisses finally landed on Jiang Ling's face, without a trace of aggression, only tenderness and lingeringness.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, "I know you want it too, don't deny yourself."
He should be a good negotiator, and Jiang Ling's already weak will was crumbling.
No, he can’t speak anymore. Jiang Ling reached out and covered his mouth.
Her brain is a mess now and she needs to think independently.
The next second, Jiang Ling felt a wet touch on her palm. Song Guanshu actually...
Jiang Ling quickly withdrew her hand and saw an extremely gentle and harmless smile on his face. He seemed completely different from the pervert who had just licked her palm.
She didn't dare cover his mouth anymore, for fear that he would lick her, so she let him say whatever he wanted.
"You said that we are husband and wife and have a marriage certificate."
Jiang Ling's mind was actually not very clear. She thought that her current level of clarity was not much better than Song Guanshu, who had a fever.
In her vague impression, she remembered that she had once said this to Song Guanshu.
What was it about at that time? It seemed that because she helped him detoxify, he couldn't accept it afterwards, so Jiang Ling used the reason of having a marriage certificate to persuade him to let it go.
Who would have thought that he would return the words to him.
But can a person with a fever have such clear thinking?
Jiang Ling asked doubtfully, "You don't have a fever?"
"I have a fever."
He pressed close to her, letting Jiang Ling feel his temperature with his own hands, proving that he was indeed having a fever.
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