Qin Yimu didn't show up for self-study this morning. He thought he was late, but he didn't see anyone until the end of the morning self-study. Seeing that the first class was over, he saw Qin Yimu's silhouette.

Shan Qiye rubbed against his palm. Qin Yimu seemed to have just come in from outside. From the palm of his hand to his fingers, it was cold, and the temperature was very comfortable to touch.

However, just as he was rubbing vigorously, a cold voice from the same table came from his ear: "I have a fever."

"Fever? Who... Who has a fever?" Shan Qiye whispered, his voice getting lower and lower, gradually turning into a murmur of his own.

It seems to be burnt out.

Qin Yimu stretched out his hand and clasped him around his waist, trying to pull the person up with the palm of his hand, but as a result, there was no rubbing target, and Shan Qiye became extraordinarily difficult to control.

Mao Junyu just came back from the office after being criticized, when he saw the two of them getting very close, Shan Qiye was about to rub against someone's arms. He thought he had seen something incredible, but he walked over and took a closer look. , Shan Qiye blushed unexpectedly, obviously something was wrong, "Brother Qin, what's wrong with the seventh master?"

Qin Yimu didn't explain too much, he cut through the mess with a quick knife, pressed the single chess with one hand, and all struggled, directly picked up the person horizontally, and hurriedly left a sentence: "Please ask for leave." Then he walked out of the classroom.

"Okay brother." When he returned to his seat, he was still muttering, and the seventh master seemed to have a fever.

Are you so sick?

Tsk... Never mind, ask the teacher to ask for leave first.

Shan Qiye nestled in Qin Yimu's arms, touching the left and right, feeling the fur on his neckline and pressing Rua twice, "Hehe, soft."

Qin Yimu didn't care when he was touched like a small animal, so he took someone to the school's infirmary first.

In the infirmary, there is only one teacher on duty.

"what's up?"

"fever."

The teacher nodded, pointed to the hospital bed next to him and said, "Put it down first, I'll take a look."

Qin Yimu walked over and leaned over, just as he was about to let go, the man in his arms seemed to have foreseen what he was going to do, so he quickly wrapped his arms around his neck and said, "No, my head hurts... It hurts." The voice was a little drunk and hoarse, like the paw of a kitten, gently scratching you.

It doesn't feel obvious.

But it cannot be ignored.

The teacher came back with the thermometer and was delighted, "Yo? What's going on?"

Shan Qiye is now dizzy to the point of unconsciousness.

Hearing the sound, he looked up with difficulty.

With the few sane analysis.

This person just asked Qin Yimu to put him down.

He wants to separate them.

he……

Thinking of this, Shan Qiye's eyes suddenly became sharp and aggressive.

The teacher held up the thermometer and didn't know whether to go forward or not. It was soft like a cat just now. Why did the paws suddenly light up?

After thinking about it, the teacher decided to give the thermometer to Qin Yimu, "Classmate, this is for you, just stick it under his arm and take it out."

In addition to one method of temperature detection, the temperature of the armpit is the most accurate, and the interstellar age has also upgraded the original thermometer, so there is no need to clamp it and click it.

Qin Yimu took the thermometer and reached out to unbutton his collar.

In the early winter when the temperature was approaching negative numbers, Shan Qiye insisted on being active and youthful as a teenager - he didn't wear warm pants, long johns, sweaters and other clothes that could keep him warm.

Shan Qiye said it himself, except when it is very cold, he will wear a down jacket, and other times it is a simple one.

Youthful Frozen.

Qin Yimu's persuasion was useless several times, and he would only refuse to put on a thick coat for him when we met.

There were only a few buttons to be unbuttoned, and due to Shan Qiye's uncooperative behavior, the progress was very slow.

Suddenly, Shan Qiye grabbed his hand, his neckline was half-open, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "What do you want to do?"

Qin Yimu waved the thermometer in his hand, and saw that Shan Qiye was stunned for a moment, and seemed to realize who the person in front of him was.

Qin Yimu didn't need to say more, he tore off the remaining few poor buttons by himself.

Chapter 40 Wearing Shoes

After pulling it apart, he didn't seem to think it was enough. He rubbed against the person's arms and struggled to sit up and open the other side as well.

However, before he could make a big move, he felt an inexplicable feeling that his hand was being grabbed.

He struggled to get a trace of clarity from his confused brain, a layer of water mist appeared in his eyes, and there was an inexplicable haze when he looked at each other.

Shan Qiye licked his dry lips, Qin Yimu took advantage of this time to help him put on his clothes, and then wrapped the person tightly with the quilt, spreading his arms to the left and right... He couldn't make it.

Inexplicably, I feel hot and dry. The constant temperature system is still on in the room, which is much warmer than the temperature outside. ignore.

But—the quilt can't be ripped off.

It was as if there was a layer of glue sticking inside, firmly sticking together, and there was no way to separate it from itself.

After struggling for a long time, he realized with hindsight that it seemed that Qin Yimu's hands were holding him on both sides, preventing him from breaking free. Thinking of this, he pursed his lips, feeling inexplicably wronged, and he raised his head to look at Qin Yimu. Mu, whispered in a hoarse voice, "The same table..."

The sound is very low, combined with the 'humming' sound of the indoor constant temperature system, it can be said to be extinguished in an instant, and the doctors who are not far away can't hear it.

However, Qin Yimu keenly captured this low voice with grievances.

Qin Yimu touched his forehead, and wanted to simply use the temperature of his fingertips to help him ease some discomfort. However, after walking in the desert for a long time, his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke and his whole body was so hot that he couldn't ignore it. When it touches a touch of ice, it is enough to make people lose their minds instantly.