Chapter 221 I'm Sick and Need a Kiss
Do you think this is human speech? He is drunk indeed!
Rongzhen complained in her heart and pretended not to hear.
Zhu Yan was dissatisfied. Wrapped in his blanket and sleeping bag, he moved like a caterpillar, scrambling to get next to Rong Zhen. He squeezed in with her and said, "If you don't want to come, then I will. It's so much warmer sleeping together."
"Men and women should not touch each other." Rong Zhen said as she pushed away his big head that was trying to squeeze in.
Zhu Yan whined like a big dog, saying that it was a different era now and he was not an antique, so why did he still care about this?
Rongzhen said he was drunk and that drunkards’ words could not be trusted, so he had to listen to her and go to bed.
Zhu Yan refused and just wanted to squeeze in with her, preferably sleeping in the same quilt because it was warmer.
Rongzhen realized belatedly that there was no way she could communicate with the drunkard, so she simply found a pack of hot packs, tore them open, and stuffed them all into his sleeping bag.
Want to stay warm? You deserve this warming baby!
This time, Zhu Yan finally calmed down. He stared at her with sleepy eyes as she stuffed a lot of things into his arms. He grinned happily, then tilted his head and fell asleep on her shoulder.
Fortunately, he doesn't snore or have bad breath, otherwise Rongzhen would definitely take the opportunity to teach him a lesson.
But in such a temperature, it was still dangerous to stick your head out, even if there were fires around them.
So Rongzhen tried to hold his head, wanted to put the hood of his down jacket on him, and then stuff him back into the quilt and sleeping bag.
As a result, halfway through the action, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her from bottom to top, his eyes seemed to be frozen.
Rongzhen thought he was awake, so he let go of his hand and said, "Finally awake, put your head back in... Ugh!"
When she let go of her hand, the guy with clear eyes who seemed to be sober reached out to hold her face, raised his head and moved closer to her, blocking her still opening lips with a smack.
Rong Zhen was stunned with her eyes wide open when she was suddenly kissed, until she felt the other party stretched out his tongue and licked it, trying to pry open her teeth. Then she suddenly reacted and pushed away the lecher in front of her.
Pah—the lecher received a crisp slap on the face.
After Rong Zhen instinctively fought back angrily, she realized that Dengtuzi's face was not right. It looked a little more rosy than before, and his eyes became blurred and unclear for a short time. It didn't look like he was aroused by alcohol and wanted to have sex, but rather it seemed that the strong liquor had stimulated a latent disease in his body.
Is he sick?!
Rong Zhen didn't care about the guy's recent offense. After noticing something was wrong, she subconsciously touched his forehead.
Zhu Yan fell there and let her touch his forehead, but his cheeks flushed, the corners of his eyes pink as he twisted his body, mumbling aggrievedly: "It's so hot, sister..."
It is indeed hot. The temperature on the forehead is hot enough to burn your hand. How can you not feel hot?
Rongzhen sighed and suppressed her anger. She found the household medicine box on the shelf in the courtyard and put a thermometer on it to take his temperature.
In fact, we can be sure that he has a fever without measuring the temperature, but we have to see how high the fever is before we can decide what medicine to give him.
Otherwise, what if he becomes stupid after eating? She doesn't want to have to take care of a fool all the time in the future.
"Sister..." Zhu Yan had a thermometer stuffed in his mouth, and he kept mumbling and calling his sister.
Rongzhen got up to pour him some hot water, and his eyes followed her, making sure that the word "sister" was directed at her, and not someone else.
But Rongzhen still corrected him and said unhappily, "Don't call me sister, I'm not your sister."
Who would hold his sister and bite her randomly?
It is easy for an older sister to be given the responsibility of taking care of her younger siblings, but it is not easy to accept the title of older sister. She does not want to add more burden to herself for no reason.
Besides, it’s not certain who is older or younger between them.
Zhu Yan blinked his rabbit eyes for a long time before changing his tone and saying, "Mom?"
"Puff!" Rongzhen almost choked on her saliva, all because of the stimulation from him calling her "Mom".
Damn it, who wants to be your mother? It’s not like she is crazy about lacking a son that she wants to adopt such a good son for herself!
Rongzhen wanted to slap him again to wake him up.
Unfortunately, the person in front of her is a drunkard, and he is sick and wants to rely on his relatives. What can she do?
She has a hard time too, alas.
Rongzhen reluctantly pulled out the thermometer and pressed his head to pour him a glass of water: "You should just call me sister!"
Considering her age in several lifetimes combined, even if her body in this life is younger than his, it is not excessive for him to call her sister.
Anyway, just call her if you want to. It’s better than calling her mom.
Zhu Yan showed a satisfied smile, because even with his sick face, it looked like his face was in bloom, which was actually quite good-looking.
Rongzhen patted herself and thought, what are you thinking? The man is drunk and unconscious due to fever, it is normal for him to do stupid things.
But she is not drunk and is very sober. You must not make the same mistake as her!
She quickly lowered her head to divert her attention, checked the temperature on the thermometer, and saw it was 39 degrees, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the fever is not too serious. It should be fine after taking some antipyretics.
She quickly rummaged through the medicine box, found the right medicine based on Zhu Yan's symptoms, and wanted to feed it to him.
Unexpectedly, the boy refused to open his mouth, and his eyes kept glancing at her lips. It was obvious that he was still determined to bargain with her: "Sister... kiss... take medicine..."
Bang—Rongzhen slapped him on the head.
You little bastard, do you really think you can control her and do whatever you want just because she is a patient?
She hadn't forgotten that he had just behaved like a hooligan towards her, and even though he was drunk, she couldn't forgive him, not to mention that he was trying to go even further and do it again.
"Kiss your sister, open your mouth and take the medicine!"
"Sister... kiss..."
Rongzhen: ...
I'm convinced. What they say on the Internet is true. Once a man is drunk or unconscious, he can easily be controlled by his lower body. He won't think about anything else but that thing.
But she still refused to believe that she couldn't control him.
This is not possible when he is sober, but don't forget that he is not only drunk now, but also has a fever and is weak all over. If she doesn't take charge and teach him a lesson, what is she waiting for?
So Rongzhen put down the water cup, stretched out her arms and legs, and asked him, "Do you need a kiss before you take the medicine?"
Zhu Yan's eyes sparkled, "Honey, take the medicine!"
"Okay, then lie down." Rongzhen seemed to compromise and let him put his hands and feet into the sleeping bag, wrap the quilt tighter, and zip it up, leaving only his restless head exposed.
Afterwards, Rongzhen ordered him to close his eyes.
Zhu Yan closed his eyes obediently, pouting his rosy lips slightly, ready to be kissed.
But the next moment, instead of a kiss on the lips, he felt a heavy pressure on his waist. Rong Zhen jumped on him and used the strength of her legs and hips to firmly control his attempts to struggle.
Zhu Yan immediately opened his eyes in confusion. When he opened his mouth to ask something, Rong Zhen took the opportunity to insert his fingers, pry open his teeth, and pour the medicine and water that had been prepared nearby into him in one go.
"If you dare to vomit, I won't give you a kiss!"
"Mmmm...Mmm..."
Under Rong Zhen's harsh threat, Zhu Yan, who wanted to spit out the bitter medicine, was successfully restrained and had to swallow everything in his mouth with a frown.
Damn it, he finally got it fed. Even taking medicine is so difficult.
Rongzhen complained inwardly as she turned over and got down. She was drenched in sweat and felt like she had been in a war. It was terrible.
"Kiss..." A drunk guy still remembers this.
But in the end, he couldn't resist the drowsiness caused by the fever and the sleeping effect of the antipyretic, and he fell asleep unknowingly while muttering to himself.
People finally quieted down.
Rongzhen put his head in the sleeping bag, put a fever-reducing patch on his forehead, moved the stoves around him closer to him, did everything he thought he could do, had a clear conscience, and then left it alone.
Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are in the hands of God. If you can survive, you are alive. If you can't survive, that is your fate.
Anyway, she tried her best.
While he was sleeping, Rongzhen simply wiped her body with hot water, changed into clean underwear, washed the dirty clothes that had accumulated during this period, and hung them by the stove to dry.
Being surrounded by the fire, I didn't feel cold while doing these tasks. On the contrary, my body gradually became warmer due to the activities.
Rongzhen kept herself busy for most of the night, until she felt the temperature was stabilizing in the morning. She knocked open the ventilation hole and then fell asleep with peace of mind.
This time she did not wake up Zhu Yan who was still sleeping. She had prepared everything before going to bed and took precautions. Without anyone watching over him, nothing would happen in the short term.
The scenes in my dream were heavy and confusing. I didn’t remember anything when I woke up. I just felt dizzy and my heart was pounding.
Oh no, could I have been infected by that guy?!
Rongzhen woke up with a start and immediately touched her head. It was not hot, so she took her own temperature with a thermometer just in case.
Normal, the temperature is 37 degrees.
Just say she's not that fragile.
Rongzhen felt relieved and stood up to look at Zhu Yan who was still sleeping.
Her face was still red, probably a little hot, but her lips were no longer as pink as last night, and had become dry and flaky.
This is due to lack of water.
Rongzhen immediately fed him some warm water. Fortunately, it was not as difficult as feeding him medicine last night. He knew to open his mouth and swallow.
After feeding him water, he woke up, opened his eyes and looked at her blankly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"
Rongzhen hesitated for a moment, rolled her eyes and said, "I'm your sister!"
"Impossible, I'm an only child and I don't have any sisters." Someone retorted firmly. Although he looked confused, he was clear-headed when it came to family matters.
Rongzhen saw that he was not yet fully awake, so she said rudely, "Then I am your mother!"
He regretted it right after he finished arguing, and slapped himself on the face in frustration.
"Impossible." Zhu Yan still refuted, and then after a moment of silence, he muttered, "My mother died a long time ago. A stepmother is not a mother. She is extremely bad."
Rongzhen heard something and couldn't help but feel some pity in her heart.
But the next second, he laughed mischievously and said, "So I castrated her husband, sold the family company short, and left them with a huge debt. They're tied together for the rest of their lives, and they can't get back on their feet. Hahaha."
Rongzhen's face was dull: "Her, her man?"
Is it what she thought?
"Yes, it's my dad." Zhu Yan said so proudly, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with calling his biological father a stepmother and castrating him with his own hands.
Rong Zhen was speechless, not knowing what to say. In his mind, he kept repeating the following: "Don't comment on the unknown situation; don't advise others to do good without experiencing their suffering; Immeasurable Heavenly Lord."
"Why am I telling you this? No one knows anymore. Let me think about what to do with you..." Someone muttered and fell asleep again.
Rong Zhen was shocked when she heard this. For the first time, she realized that she had never really known the person in front of her, just as he had never wanted to understand her.
They were just strangers who had come together by chance to survive this severe cold. Even if there was a golden finger that tied them together, their relationship was actually too fragile to withstand any test.
Her previous plan was good. Once the cold wave was over, she had to leave, and she had to do it quickly while he was least prepared!
Before that, let him sleep well and recuperate.
Rongzhen looked at the bottle of sleeping pills in the medicine box and made a quick decision for the sake of her own life.
She couldn't take the opportunity to kill him, but she could make him sleep until she left.
During this period, she would take care of his food, drink, defecation and urination, and not let him suffer too much, as a way of repaying him for sharing the supplies with her.
Although he was the one who kidnapped her, her current situation would be very difficult without the fuel and food he provided.
She appreciated his kindness, so she spared his life and gave him a complete golden finger before leaving.
So both parties are clear.
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