Chapter 63

He Yiyun was woken up by the alarm clock in the morning. She habitually groped towards the bedside table and found that she hadn't touched her mobile phone. As her brain gradually became awake, she suddenly opened her eyes, and what caught her eye was Jiang Huai's Sleeping Yan, she also seemed to be disturbed by the alarm clock, she frowned slightly, but did not open her eyes.

He Yiyun quickly found her mobile phone, turned off the alarm clock, took a deep breath, and returned to the bed lightly. She turned her gaze to Jiang Huai, who was sleeping on the side, and breathed evenly. Fortunately, she was not woken up.

Only then did He Yiyun recall what happened last night. The more she thought about it, the more red her face became. The pain in her whole body also reminded her of her passion last night. He Yiyun was not easily tossed by Jiang Huai, but He Yiyun was also very capable of learning. , under Jiang Huai's repeated words and deeds, He Yiyun quickly took the initiative again. He Yiyun remembered that it seemed that it ended in Jiang Huai's begging for mercy.

"I want to take a bath." In the end, Jiang Huai lay in He Yiyun's arms, his body was dripping with sweat, his pajamas were soaked, and his eyes were almost too tired to open, but he still held on to his last consciousness and wanted to get up from the bed.

He Yiyun simply hugged Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai was too thin, he didn't need much strength to hold her, He Yiyun's heart was filled with sourness, the two entered the bathroom together, the steam was thick and the heat surrounded, Jiang Huai sat quietly In the bathtub, He Yiyun was behind her, gently wrapping her arms around her, wiping her body for her. When his gaze passed Jiang Huai's forearm, He Yiyun stayed for a long time, the dark red scar once again attracted all her attention. She gently raised Jiang Huai's arm, lowered her head, and rubbed her lips lightly. She wished that the scar would grow on her body.

Jiang Huai was enveloped by He Yiyun, and the numbness from his arms gradually expanded and spread throughout his body. Jiang Huai's abdomen, which was already exhausted, was filled with heat, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. He Yiyun felt his arms. People are different, and the slow fire in my heart begins to burn again, and I try my best to restrain myself.

Jiang Huai was carried back to the bed by He Yiyun. He had already fallen asleep at this time. He Yiyun glanced at Jiang Huai, who was sleeping beside him. A doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. .

The knuckles were fair and slender, and they slowly rubbed between Jiang Huai's eyebrows. The person in front of him seemed to sense it. He opened his eyes slightly. , Maybe Jiang Huai didn't wake up, frowned slightly, and slammed into He Yiyun's arms directly, without any gesture of wanting to get up.

He Yiyun smiled, adjusted his posture, put his arms around Jiang Huai, made her sleep more comfortable, took out his mobile phone, and sent Wang Sheng a message. Say something, saying that Jiang Huai is unwell and will not go to the law firm today.

Putting down the phone, He Yiyun also felt that her eyelids were still too heavy to open. She remembered that it was almost morning when she went to bed last night, and it has only been two or three hours now, so He Yiyun hugged Jiang Huai and fell asleep together again, her mind Inexplicably, a poem appeared in the room: The spring night is short and the day is high, and the king does not go to court early.

Wang Sheng looked at the message He Yiyun sent him, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, so coincidentally he went to pick up the plane last night, and neither of them came to the company today...

He Yiyun was woken up by the heat in the end, to be exact, he was woken up by the person in his arms. It was already autumn and the weather was not that hot, but He Yiyun in his sleep only felt as if he was walking under the sun, sweating on his body. Kuangliu, why is it so hot... Consciousness gradually became clear, Jiang Huai was still lying in He Yiyun's arms in his morning posture, He Yiyun touched Jiang Huai's forehead, it was hot!

He Yiyun was startled, she softly called Jiang Huai's name, Jiang Huai blushed at this moment, frowned tightly, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead, she opened her eyes slightly , Seeing that it was He Yiyun, he grabbed He Yiyun's neck, his voice was hoarse but with a hint of coquettishness, "He Yiyun, I'm uncomfortable..."

At this time, He Yiyun had long lost the desire to flirt with Jiang Huai, and her eyes were full of worry, she gently took Jiang Huai's hand around her neck, laid her flat, and tucked the quilt for her, "Honey, you may have a fever. Now, lie down first, where are your thermometers and commonly used medicines?"

Jiang Huai was lying obediently, looking at He Yiyun without blinking, and then his eyes stayed on the V-neck where He Yiyun's chest was open, as if it still had the imprint of last night.

He Yiyun felt Jiang Huai's gaze, and his face flushed again, even redder than the feverish patient. Jiang Huai let out a snort and laughed out loud, He Yiyun gave Jiang Huai a sullen look, "I'm still sick. Be honest." After saying that, he got up quickly and added a coat to himself.

Jiang Huai withdrew his thoughts of teasing, because his throat was really dry, and he spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of laziness, "The thermometer and medicine box are in the penultimate drawer of the large cabinet in the living room. "

"Yeah." He Yiyun replied lightly and left the room as if escaping. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, Jiang Huai would find that her face was as red as a boiled lobster.

Jiang Huai looked at the back of He Yiyun going out, the corners of his mouth became deeper, and there was love that could not be hidden in his eyes.

Soon, He Yiyun came in with the medicine box and poured a glass of water in his hand. Jiang Huai saw that He Yiyun's bangs were wet and dripping with water several times, and his face was still wet. Huai snickered in his heart, but didn't dare to say it out. After all, He Yiyun was thin-skinned and couldn't stand molesting at all.

"Come on, open your mouth and take the temperature."

Jiang Huai opened his mouth very obediently and stared at He Yiyun with wet eyes. He Yiyun's hand holding the thermometer stagnated slightly. Jiang Huai, a woman, felt the charming charm that she exudes anytime, anywhere. If it wasn't for seeing that she was sick now, He Yiyun probably couldn't control himself anymore.

The knuckles of He Yiyun's fingers holding the thermometer turned white, and they slowly put them under Jiang Huai's tongue. He stopped looking at them, and sat on the side pretending to check his phone, silently adjusting his breathing. But he still felt guilty in his heart. Jiang Huai stayed with him in the rain last night, not to mention that he was tormented by him in the evening. He was in good health, but it didn't mean that Jiang Huai's body could bear it. After all, she was alive a few months ago. I have a serious illness... I just hope that there will be no sequelae.

The more He Yiyun thought about it, the more guilt he felt, and a small lump was raised between his brows, but he didn't even notice it.

"He Yiyun?" Jiang Huai's quiet and slightly hoarse voice sounded, feeling the thermometer in his hand. She has been observing He Yiyun, and seeing her increasingly guilty expression, she probably guessed what He Yiyun was thinking.

When He Yiyun walked in and took the thermometer, Jiang Huai suddenly reached out and grabbed He Yiyun's hand that was hanging on the other side of his body, and held it against his cheek, "He Yiyun, don't feel guilty, I'm very happy now." His face rubbed against the back of He Yiyun's cool hand.

He Yiyun: ! ! !

Who can stand the coquettish act of Sister Qing Leng Yu!