Chapter 64 Fever

The heat on Jiang Huai's cheeks spread through He Yiyun's hand instantly, and the tension in He Yiyun's heart seemed to be retried again. When his face came, He Yiyun quickly pulled out his hand, cleared his throat, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Lie down and don't move!"

"Oh." Jiang Huai angrily withdrew his hand, hid under the quilt, pursed his lips, and looked innocent.

He Yiyun's eyes went back and forth on Jiang Huai, his heart was beating faster and faster, he quickly turned around, and pretended to look at the thermometer seriously.

This sight directly scared He Yiyun to the point that he had no other thoughts, 39.2! ! God knows why Jiang Huai is still so energetic!

He Yiyun opened the medicine box, rummaged through the box and turned the cabinet over. The medicine inside was complete. She even found a box of antipyretic stickers, but when she opened it, she found that it was already empty. So he hurriedly went to the bathroom, poured a basin of cold water over, soaked the towel, wringed it out completely, folded it and gently placed it on Jiang Huai's forehead, He Yiyun frowned, his eyes were full of worry and distress, "You You have a high fever, what else is wrong with you?"

Jiang Huai pouted and said in a low voice, "No..."

He Yiyun's eyes cooled slightly, looking at Jiang Huai, he asked again, "Honestly speaking." His voice was terribly low.

Jiang Huai burrowed into the quilt for a while, "Just...a headache, a pain all over my body, and then I have no energy, and my throat is a little sore, but the soreness in my whole body may be because of last night..." The more he spoke, the quieter he became. , and the second half of the sentence Jiang Huai almost only moved her lips, she dared not say it, for fear that He Yiyun would blush again.

The more He Yiyun listened to the wrinkles between her brows, the deeper the wrinkles between her brows, she could only hear Jiang Huai whimpering and sobbing, she sighed lightly, thinking that her tone had frightened Jiang Huai, so she said softly, "I haven't said it yet. Not feeling well, sore throat, do you want to drink some water?"

Jiang Huai nodded slightly with his head showing only half of his face. He Yiyun laughed and took off the towel from Jiang Huai's forehead. After a while, the side against Jiang Huai's skin was already hot.

He Yiyun helped Jiang Huai to get up, finished drinking water, and put her down again, "Would you like to go to the hospital? Your temperature is quite high, I'm a little worried." Looking at Jiang Huai's bloodless face because of his illness, He Yiyun's eyes narrowed. A little bit red again.

Jiang Huai took He Yiyun's hand and gently rubbed the back of He Yiyun's hand with his thumb, as if to comfort him, "I'm fine, I'll take another antipyretic later and sleep well, I used to... .." Halfway through the sentence, Jiang Huai seemed to realize something, and hurriedly closed his voice.

"Huh?" He Yiyun's eyes narrowed again, with a hint of exploration in his eyes, "You used to often, what did you often do? Do you often get sick?"

Jiang Huai silently turned his face to one side, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but He Yiyun grabbed it tightly, and He Yiyun's hand was cold at the moment.

The warmth from the palm of her hand made He Yiyun's mood even more anxious. She glanced at the medicine box that was well-prepared, and even the antipyretic stickers for adults that were not always available in ordinary households. Moreover, it was already empty. Huai seems to have always been in poor health and has poor resistance. I didn't say it before, just recently, because of his lawsuit, Jiang Huai was busy with other things. He Yiyun recalled that Jiang Huai's face at that time did not seem very good. Well, are you also supporting your sick body and running around for yourself? However, he was still immersed in his own grief and gave up on himself, and did not notice any abnormality in Jiang Huai's body at all.

He Yiyun clenched her teeth, her eyes gradually turned red, she slowly sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Jiang Huai's side face, and gently turned her to herself, the emotion in her eyes became more intense, He Yiyun lowered her head and gently touched Jiang Huai's forehead After kissing, she left, her eyes were full of tears, and her voice seemed to tremble a little, "Jiang Huai, let me take care of you in the future, okay?"

Jiang Huai's eyes were already covered with a layer of mist. The two had the same thoughts, and when they looked at each other, they showed a mutual understanding. Jiang Huai did not speak, but nodded lightly.

He Yiyun asked Jiang Huai to take a fever-reducing medicine, put the towel on Jiang Huai's forehead again, and said softly, "Take a rest, I'll go to the kitchen and cook some porridge for you to eat."

"Yeah." Jiang Huai said dully, but he held He Yiyun's hand but refused to let go.

He Yiyun knew what Jiang Huai was thinking, his eyes were full of pampering, and his tone was as gentle as possible, "Dear, I'll be very fast. After we finish eating, I'll come back to sleep with you."

A strange look flashed in Jiang Huai's eyes, and his tone became frivolous again, "Okay, let's sleep together later~" He also deliberately lengthened the ending, but his eyes looked at He Yiyun's long, fair and well-defined fingers.

He Yiyun heard what Jiang Huai meant, blushed again, and squeezed Jiang Huai's hand pretending to be annoyed.

Jiang Huai's heart was full of joy, but he didn't expect He Yiyun to be so shy so easily, his face was even redder than before, like a boiled razor, it was so fun...

As soon as He Yiyun opened Jiang Huai's refrigerator, he sucked in a breath of cold air. Compared with her medicine cabinet, this refrigerator in the kitchen seemed useless except for taking up space, because it contained only one or two eggs. , and a sandwich that seems to have expired, there is nothing... The blue veins on He Yiyun's forehead are throbbing slightly, no wonder he is so thin and likes to be sick so much, He Yiyun thought that she would have to stare at Jiang Huai and eat well in the future.

Fortunately, there is still some rice at home. It seems that He Yiyun can only make some porridge, add two eggs...

When He Yiyun brought the cooked porridge into the room, Jiang Huai seemed to have fallen asleep. He Yiyun lightly put the porridge aside and squatted down. Jiang Huai's breathing was steady at this time, and his soft eyelashes were trembling slightly. Perhaps because of the fever, his face was still red and puffy, and he had completely lost the cold look he used to have, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He Yiyun couldn't help laughing when he remembered Jiang Huai's teasing him just now.

He Yiyun took off the wet towel in front of Jiang Huai's forehead, and put it on gently after passing the cold water again. She simply sat on the ground and stayed by Jiang Huai's side. She also sat on the side like this in the hospital and looked at Jiang Huai quietly, but at that time, even though Jiang Huai was in a deep sleep, the melancholy between her brows still couldn't be melted away, and she was completely different from this time.

He Yiyun now finally understands the reason. Jiang Huai loves him to the bottom of his body. The more he loves him, the more he is afraid that he will hurt the other party. During that time, Jiang Huai must have been more uncomfortable than himself. I hugged him last night. When she was there, Jiang Huai was so thin that he didn't have much flesh on his body at all.

At this time, He Yiyun just wanted to pull Jiang Huai into her arms, stroke her long shawl hair, and kiss her face and lips. However, she could only think about it, Jiang Huai was still a patient, and He Yiyun could only restrain herself With a strong throbbing in her heart, she looked deeply at Jiang Huai's face, trying to imprint her firmly in her heart, and secretly swore that she would not let Jiang Huai suffer a little bit of grievance in her future life.