Sensing the danger, the woman kept shrinking back, and her thin back quickly reached the sofa.

The man in front of him unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, his cold white and slender neck elongated, and the looming collarbone caught Song Wenting and swallowed.

"Have you figured out how to coax me?"

The warm breath blew past, and Song Wenting clenched his little hands, unable to hide any longer.

In her eyes, the man is like a very patient wolf, slowly approaching that coquettish and handsome face, the half-drooped eyelashes are long and thick, and there are traces of double eyelids lifted on the thin eyelids, and the eyelids are quickly and With his drooping movements, only a little bit of good-looking blue veins can be seen clearly.

At the moment when he was dissatisfied with her resistance and frowned.

Song Wenting opened his mouth: "An Shuyu."

The man didn't seem to hear clearly, and kept pressing closer, and at the moment when his lips touched, Song Wenting's little hand covered his lips, and she continued: "Why did she call you 'Brother Yan Zhou' and you have a good relationship ?"

"Not good." He responded simply, and then pulled her hand away, his eyebrows wrapped in seriousness, "He is An Junheng's younger sister, and she entrusted me to take care of her in the crew, that's all."

Song Wenting's mouth curved down: "You lied, you took her away at the dinner."

Ji Yanzhou followed the words, thought for a moment, and remembered the night of the crew's opening banquet.

The woman's face was blushing, and her voice was inexplicably soft. She was still muttering: "You were so cold to me, but you took her away, only you took her away."

There is no wronged in the beautiful eyes.

Ji Yanzhou's heart was numb, and his voice was a little wanton: "I thought An Junheng was here, so I took her away. I didn't mean to be indifferent to you at that time, but I thought you had someone you liked, and you have liked it for a long time. So... I don't dare."

Don't dare to let yourself fall back into it.

It's just that when he saw her again, the possessive desire in his heart that was only for her raged wildly, so he let her go to the bar, and later appeared on the set deliberately.

He always thought that she and Shen Heqing were in love with each other, and they hadn't been together for so many years, and it was only because he went to the mountain to practice Taoism. Later, he accidentally discovered that Shen Heqing loved someone else, and he became robbed.

Are you married?

It was the best way to be tied to him. He lowered all bets, only asking her to take a look at him, and thought that as long as he had this relationship, he would be satisfied.

It's a pity that people's hearts are not so easily satisfied.

Every sinking is an endless abyss of desire.

Song Wenting was ignorant, but he heard the man's deep voice clearly, is there anything he dare not do?

"Listen, coax me, okay?" The man's hoarse and deep voice hit Song Wenting's mind instantly.

In front of him is the man's beautiful eyebrows and eyes, peach blossom eyes just looking at her like this, waiting for her initiative.

Song Wenting moved closer, but there was still a little distance. As she spoke, her delicate lips would not fall: "Brother Ayan, I still have a question."

The big palms propped on the sofa tightened tightly, and Ji Yanzhou's dull eyes became more profound: "Huh?"

"In the past, as long as Xu Xinning was by your side, you still fought for her, bought her milk tea, and avenged her when you were in college. Also, you never refuted those scandals." Her voice was very soft, with The sound of breathing was shallow and soft on the tip of Ji Yanzhou's nose, and he heard her continue, "So, have you really never been moved?"

Tonight she seemed to have released all her emotions, but she didn't question her whole body, she was just limp and aggrieved.

Sighing slightly in his heart, Song Wenting's little hand was already pulled up from the side by the man, and directly pressed against the vigorous and powerful chest.

Boom boom boom, the powerful and inexplicably faster heartbeat sounded along the palm of the hand and reached the apex of the heart.

The man touched his forehead, and he responded, "It has only beaten for you in this life."

I don't know why she misunderstood so deeply, Ji Yanzhou began to explain one by one: "Let her be by my side, because I am too lazy to refuse others. Fighting for her? Little Bodhisattva, the only time I fight for a woman is for you, the first year in high school. Years, aren't you being harassed by a stupid B from the vocational school?"

The heart seemed to be integrated with his, Song Wenting was stunned, and thought of his dark eyes in the alley.

"But I didn't expect to be seen by you, so it was self-defeating. Later, the little unconscionable would hide when they saw me."

Song Wenting lowered his eyes and whispered, "It's already very fierce."

"Okay, it's my fault." Ji Yanzhou laughed, "As for buying milk tea or something, I really can't remember. And she had an accident that year, partly because of me, so Ji Xianrong helped, and for the same price, I was sent out of the country by him. The scandal was originally a matter of chasing shadows, I never cared, I didn't know you..."

He still wanted to explain, but Song Wenting directly kissed the little hand on his chest.

A sweet kiss caught his unfinished words in his throat.

Her kiss was incoherent, like groping. Occasionally, the tooth shell accidentally bumped into his soft flesh, but this bit of greenness made the man's eyes darken.

But he restrained and didn't respond, so he circled her like this, waiting for her to seduce.

The sweetness mixed with the faint aroma of wine lingered, and the hot and humid lips stopped.

She lifted her moist eyes and said softly, "Brother Ayan, can you listen to me?"

The big palm that clasped her slender waist exerted a little force, and the man's lips were stained with a seductive luster, not to mention that he gently evoked a mesmerizing smile, and said two words lightly: "Not good."

Eyes widened suddenly, a little stuffy, Song Wenting was about to struggle in the next second: "I didn't know how to do it."

But the man held her still, and his hands kept moving, leading her to reach his lean waist and abdomen, and his low, hoarse voice continued to fall: "A dog who is used to eating meat, this little soup is so lacking in water. How is it enough?"

Song Wenting instantly understood what he wanted, and she felt hot all over, and she scolded him for being shameless in her heart.

But he still couldn't hold back his heart palpitations, and the act of seducing her frequently. In the end, his hands were brought from his waist to touch the cold and hard belt. He attached his ears: "Help my husband untie it."

Song Wenting: "..."

With hot fingertips, Song Wenting said in a muffled voice: "Really not."

"I used to be pretty good at it, but now I'm acting stupid?" The man didn't let her go. "Forgot it when you let me bully you last time?"

With continuous heat burning on her face, Song Wenting bit her lip, her head became more dizzy, and her body was sweating a little.

Her hair was wet and stuck to the side of her ear, she made her last resistance: "I'm a little uncomfortable."

The man stopped moving, and soon his eyes burned on Song Wenting's still flushed face, and he suddenly cursed inwardly.

"Lie down, I'll find a thermometer."

A strong arm hugged Song Wenting's legs and sent her directly to the soft blanket.

Then he tidied up his clothes and stepped out of the room with long legs.

Soon the medicine box was brought to the bedside by him, the big palm covered her smooth forehead, and the sharp eyebrows were wrinkled.

A few minutes later, the thermometer was taken out, Ji Yanzhou glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "37.8, low fever."

He called Aunt Zhang downstairs and asked her to come up with a towel and hot water. Then he hung up the phone and quickly found the antipyretic medicine in the box.

"When did you feel uncomfortable?"

Song Wenting poked her head out obediently, looking soft and pitiful, she responded softly: "It's a little bit when you come out of the hotel."

After the words fell, there was a sound at the door, and Aunt Zhang came in with a water glass and hot water.

"Does Mrs. Ji have a fever?"

"En." Ji Yanzhou took the hot water, leaned over and helped Song Wenting up, leaned on him, fed the two medicines in his palm into her mouth, and fed her hot water in small sips.

Aunt Zhang handed him a clean towel: "Ayan, wipe her body, it will make her feel more comfortable."

Song Wenting vaguely heard what was being wiped, and shyly she didn't want Ji Yanzhou to come, so she subconsciously shouted: "Aunt Zhang, I'm sorry."

Aunt Zhang's hand stopped, and she suddenly let out a sound, and quickly stuffed the towel into Ji Yanzhou's hand: "Mrs. Ji, I'm still cooking something in the kitchen, I ask Ayan to help you."

Said the figure has retreated outside the door.

Ji Yanzhou turned around, stared at the woman trapped in the bed, and smiled angrily: "Can't my husband serve you?"

Song Wenting's idea is very simple, shyness is one aspect, and this man who grew up from Jingui, probably only received care from others, so why should he set off to clean others' bodies?

In the end, without waiting for her reply, he went to the bathroom to fetch hot water, holding the wet towel with his long fingers, and pulled her from the quilt to his eyes with the other.

"Should I take it off by myself, or should I help?" There was only one floor lamp turned on in the room, and under the dim light, Song Wenting blushed, but his unclear mind was clearer.

She shook her head again and again: "I will do it myself."

Sparse sounds came from under the quilt, and the man just quietly looked down at her, and the moment she stopped moving, he said two more words: "All."

The body under the quilt trembled inexplicably, and Song Wenting's voice was muffled in the quilt: "Oh."

She was originally wearing a skirt, and she took it off in two or three strokes.

"All right."

"Yeah." The towel was re-washed in hot water, and then he stretched out his hand. The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and it wasn't cold, but the moment the warm white quilt slid off his body, Song Wenting still shivered inexplicably.

The man paused, quickly looked away, and quickly pressed the half of his body warmly.

He moved quickly, and his frowning eyebrows seemed a little unreasonable. After a few minutes, Song Wenting couldn't bear it and continued to refuse in a trembling voice: "I will do it myself."

"it is good."

A few minutes later, Ji Yanzhou took out the pajamas from the cloakroom, burrowed into the bed with his long arms, covered her like this, and neatly dressed her, the coolness of his fingertips occasionally touched her heat, instantly causing deep shudders.

"Is it better?" The magnetic voice fell.

Song Wenting nodded: "Well, I...I'm sleepy."

"Well, go to sleep." The man covered the quilt for her, his voice was soft under the warm light, "I'm always here."

I didn't sleep very well this time. Song Wenting felt hot and cold in the middle of the night, and my body was like being in a cloud, feeling soft and uncomfortable.

It seemed that someone had wiped her body again, and after tossing about in the middle of the night, she wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep again.

When she woke up the next day, it was already noon.

But the feeling of dizziness dissipated, and she was much better except that her body didn't have much strength.

He took out his phone, and a lot of messages flooded into it, there was a voice about Yue Yao asking her to watch a concert, and there was a text about Yu Qianqian asking her to practice piano together.

There are also a few messages from Gu Yin, asking how her preparations for the selection are going? If you have time, go to her place and she will guide you.

Song Wenting replied one by one.

Finally, in the address book, I found that a person named "Ran Fenglin" added her as a friend, and the note clearly stated: Hello, good wife.

Immediately, remembered that charming face and the pile of various gifts from her that are still in the cloakroom.

Song Wenting agreed.

But he didn't take the initiative to speak.

Until the phone vibrated, it was a message from Ji Yanzhou: 【Are you awake? 】

Article 2: [I'll be home right away. 】

Song Wenting pressed his fingertips and replied: [Just woke up. 】

In the next second, the voice call came directly: "Is it better?"

Song Wenting's small face was a little pale through the light outside the window, but the raised corners of her lips added a bit of attractive vividness, she replied: "A lot..."

As soon as the words came out, both of them were startled.

Her voice was terribly hoarse.

There was no sound at all.

"Don't talk." Ji Yanzhou said in a deep voice, "Hang up."

Then he ordered Zhou Chen to detour to the pharmacy to buy medicine.

After hanging up the phone, Song Wenting was stunned for a few more seconds before realizing the reality of his loss of voice.

It may be that the shrimp ate last night was a bit heavy, and it was a complication caused by the fever and cold.

Half an hour later, Ji Yanzhou came back.

When Song Wenting heard the noise, she ran to the door immediately. When she met the dark eyes of the man in a straight suit in front of her, she felt even more aggrieved. She pointed to her throat and slightly bent her lips.

unhappy.

Ji Yanzhou immediately leaned over, frowned, and asked, "Sore throat?"

Song Wenting shook his head, wanting to say something, but couldn't say it.

"Speak slowly, don't rush."

Until the big palm was caught by her, and her fingertips traced lightly in the palm of her hand, she wrote: [Somewhat. 】

Ji Yanzhou pulled her into the living room: "Go to the hospital after dinner."

When she heard about the hospital, Song Wenting became anxious. She shook her head frequently, and wanted to grab the man's palm to write, but he noticed her small thoughts: "You are such a big person, are you still afraid of going to the hospital?"

Song Wenting hugged him tightly in desperation and did not let go, she continued to shake her head.

The man looked at her helplessly, and put his big hand on the top of her head: "Listen to me, is that okay?"

Outside the door, Zhou Chen staggered a bit at the boss's tone, and then quickly put down the lunch box and western medicine in his hand as the two looked at each other.

Then disappear quickly.

Song Wenting let go of him, took out his phone and typed: [I'll just take some medicine, I don't need to go to the hospital, if I'm still not well tomorrow, I'll go, okay? 】

With big eyes wrapped in anticipation, Ji Yanzhou gave a soft "hmm" as his eyes met.

Song Wenting is like lifting a weight off your shoulders.

If not for special circumstances, she would not want to go to that cold place.

Grandma had left her in the hospital bed lying there.