"I know, lie down quickly!" Ah Chou was busy helping Zhong Mingwei lie down, while throwing a towel to wipe Zhong Mingwei's face. Then he was busy boiling medicine.
When Ah Chou finished boiling the medicine and brought it over, Zhong Mingwei had fallen asleep again. Ah Chou put the medicine bowl aside. He carefully supported Zhong Mingwei's head and rested it on his legs, calling him softly, "Mingwei. Get up and drink the medicine. Drink it and go back to sleep."
Zhong Mingwei struggled to open his eyes and looked at Ah Chou's worried face. He was still a little confused and held Ah Chou's hand: "Girl. Why, why did you get up so early? It's not even daybreak yet. Come in quickly. It's cold outside. Don't let yourself get cold..."
"I'm not cold. Don't worry about me." Ah Chou's nose was sore, and he hurriedly brought the medicine bowl over. He gently coaxed Zhong Mingwei. "Here. Drink the medicine, and you won't feel uncomfortable after drinking it."
"I don't want to drink it..." Zhong Mingwei frowned as soon as he smelled the Chinese medicine. He turned his head dishonestly. While pushing Ah Chou's hand, he said childishly, "I don't want to take the medicine. I'm most afraid of suffering, ahem! I just want to eat candy..."
"After you finish drinking the medicine, we can have candy! Be good and listen to me." Ah Chou didn't care about the medicine splashing on his lapel and coaxed him patiently. The sick man was completely different from usual. He kept acting coquettishly to Ah Chou like a child, but refused to drink the medicine. Ah Chou felt distressed and anxious. Seeing that the medicine was about to get cold, Ah Chou was so anxious that he had no choice but to take a big sip. Then he leaned over to touch Zhong Mingwei's lips and poured the bitter medicine into Zhong Mingwei's mouth.
As soon as the bitter medicine entered Zhong Mingwei's mouth, his eyes and eyebrows were twisted together with bitterness, but he did not hide anymore. Achou's lips were soft and fleshy, and he could never kiss them enough. Even though he was still half unconscious at this time, he was reluctant to let go. He put his arms around Achou's neck to prevent her from leaving.
"Don't be like this, you still have to take the medicine..." Zhong Mingwei was too clingy, and Ah Chou was a little overwhelmed. He struggled to pry the man's hands apart, and then repeated the same method to feed the remaining half bowl of medicine into Zhong Mingwei's mouth one mouthful at a time. Finally, Ah Chou breathed a sigh of relief, and then he was busy taking a jujube, peeled it and stuffed it into Zhong Mingwei's mouth, saying softly, "Eat it quickly, it's sweet, and go to sleep quickly after you finish eating it."
Zhong Mingwei ate the dates but couldn't sleep well. He didn't know if it was because he was bloated from the medicine he had just taken, or because of the warmth of Achou on his lips. He hugged Achou's waist and hummed.
"What's wrong?" Ah Chou hurried over to listen to what Zhong Mingwei was mumbling.
"...Sing a song for me," Zhong Mingwei hummed, "...The girl's name is Dalian, she's pretty..."
"When did you develop this bad habit? You still have to listen to songs before you can fall asleep?" Ah Chou complained quietly while gently patting Zhong Mingwei's back, and then he began to sing softly: "The peach leaves are pointed, the willow leaves cover the sky, the Mingai Gong in the position, listen carefully to what I have to say... The little girl is sixteen years old, and she has a nickname, the lotus is called Dalian. The girl is called Dalian, she is pretty, but no one picks this flower, no one plays the broken pipa..."
By the time Zhong Mingwei finally fell asleep, it was already dawn outside. Achou's legs were numb from being pillowed by Zhong Mingwei, but Zhong Mingwei was sleeping so soundly that Achou didn't dare to move. Even though she was so sleepy that she kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, she didn't dare to fall asleep. Seeing Zhong Mingwei stretching out his hands, she hurriedly tucked his arms back into the quilt and tucked the quilt carefully. Achou didn't know how many times she had tucked the quilt for Zhong Mingwei. According to the old rules, if you catch a cold, you need to sweat, and Achou was afraid that he would leak air. But he didn't sleep well, which really worried Achou to death.
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Zhong Mingwei slept soundly and did not wake up until noon. Before he opened his eyes, he felt his neck was very sore. He turned around and opened his eyes, and saw Ah Chou lying on the kang with his arms and legs spread out, and his head was resting on Ah Chou's legs. The vague memories of last night immediately emerged in his mind. Zhong Mingwei was startled, and hurriedly sat up and went over to shake Ah Chou's shoulders: "Girl, wake up quickly, you will catch a cold if you sleep like this!"
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