Song Jinyang gently pressed Beisong's shoulders with both hands, and laid Bei Song down on the bed. He gently pinched Beisong's chin, lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips, and his deep and sexy voice whispered in Beisong's earAsked: "My little Bei Bei, are you ready to hand yourself over to me?"

Bei Song lowered his head, blushed, nodded softly and replied: "Yeah."

"Bei Bei, I love you." Because of the late night, the sound insulation effect of the hotel room seems not very good, Song Jinyang lowered his voice very low, slightly hoarse.But the more this is the case, in the current ambiguous atmosphere, it looks particularly seductive.

The room was heated 24 hours a day, and the two of them hadn't taken off their coats yet, and soon their bodies became hotter and hotter.

Not only because the room is too warm, but also because of the emotions that have already been ignited.

Due to the dryness and heat in his body, Bei Song's breathing began to become short of breath. His eyes, which had been crying for a while, were still red and watery. Because of longing, the corners of Bei Song's eyes were still a little coquettish. Song Jinyang had never seen suchBeisong, who has a child, now has a stronger desire to completely possess this child.

But this was the first time for the untrained little Beisong. No matter how strong Song Jinyang's desire was, it couldn't be stronger than his desire to not want Bei Song to be hurt.

So Song Jinyang could only adjust his breathing, quickly took off his coat, then unbuttoned his shirt cuff buttons, and rolled up his sleeves to relieve the dryness and heat in his body.

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Song Jinyang looked at Bei Song who was exhausted like this, and felt distressed and blamed himself. Although he didn't hurt Beisong's body tonight, he still did too much.

If the remaining things in the body are not cleaned up, Bei Song will have diarrhea and get sick tomorrow, so Song Jinyang picked up Bei Song horizontally, went to the bathroom, turned on the shower and cleaned Beisong.

The sleepy Bei Song obediently closed his eyes and fell asleep in Song Jinyang's arms, allowing Song Jinyang to sprinkle warm water on himself to clean himself and the remaining things in his body bit by bit..

Song Jinyang looked at his baby who was sleeping peacefully with tenderness and doting, and his heart was full of sweetness and warmth. After cleaning everything carefully, he carried his little Bei Bei back to the bed and covered him with a quilt..

After a strenuous exercise, there were still traces of two people on the sheets. Song Jinyang asked Bei Song to sleep in a place where the sheets were clean, and then wiped the dirty places carefully with a wet towel before lying down.Go to bed, hug her little Bei Bei into her arms and fall asleep peacefully.

When Song Jinyang, who had a good night's sleep, woke up the next day, he was already under the sun.

Bei Song was still in a deep sleep, his face was flushed, and he murmured the ravings in his dream.

Seeing his little lover sleeping so soundly, Song Jinyang couldn't help but leaned over to kiss his little Bei Bei's forehead.

As soon as Song Jinyang put his lips on Bei Song's forehead, he felt something was wrong.

Xiao Bei Bei's forehead was burning hot.Song Jinyang got up quickly, and probed again with his hand, and it turned out that he had a fever.

It was so cold outside last night. This child may have caught cold when he went out, and then cried in the cold wind. He was tired and did that kind of thing with himself. Maybe in the end he didn’t completelyReasons to clean up.

In short, no matter what it is, it's because I didn't take good care of this child.Thinking of this, Song Jinyang felt distressed and blamed himself.

Song Jinyang hurriedly got up and got out of bed, changed his clothes and went out, asking the proprietress if there was a thermometer at home.

The proprietress of this homestay is a very careful person. Considering that tourists often soak in the hot springs in winter, the pores of their bodies are so hot that they will open up their pores, and then they will catch a cold and have a fever when they go out with little clothes. They specially prepared a prescription for common medicine.The medicine box contains a thermometer, cold medicine, antipyretics, and antipyretic patches.

After Song Jinyang thanked the proprietress, he took the entire medicine box back to his room.

He clamped the thermometer under Beisong's armpit, and Bei Song was a little confused. No matter what Song Jinyang did, he would softly cooperate with Song Jinyang and let him touch his body.

After Song Jinyang clamped the thermometer for Bei Song, he tore open a packaging bag of antipyretic stickers, put the antipyretic stickers on Bei Song's forehead, and physically cooled his forehead.

Feeling the coolness from the antipyretic stickers, Bei Song, who was in a drowsy sleep, opened his eyes lightly, frowned and said to Song Jinyang in a low voice: "Professor, I feel so uncomfortable... My head hurts..."

Song Jinyang sat beside Beisong's bed, hugged Bei Song into his arms, and said, "It's all my fault for not taking good care of you."

Sometimes people who are sick will become a little fragile, and often act coquettishly. Bei Song buried his whole face in Song Jinyang's arms, feeling the pleasant smell of Song Jinyang that made him obsessed, and his voice was soft and waxyNuo said to Song Jinyang: "Professor, give me a hug and kiss me and I won't hurt anymore."

Song Jinyang plucked the hair from Beisong's forehead, kissed him on the forehead, and then held Bei Song tightly in his arms.

After hugging for a while, Song Jinyang took out the thermometer under Bei Song's armpit and looked at it. The temperature was thirty-eight degrees five, and he really had a fever.

After Bei Song exercised like that last night, his physical strength was completely overdrawn, and then he slept in a daze all night. As for when he started to have a fever, Bei Song really didn't know.

All he knew was that after he fell asleep, he felt a burst of pain in his head, especially in his temples. The pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep well, but his consciousness became a mess again, and he couldn't wake up again.He felt like his head was about to explode.The throat is also dry, and the throat hurts badly.

The whole person is not well.

It wasn't until a cool and comfortable thing was suddenly pressed against his forehead, and then he was hugged into the embrace he was most familiar with, feeling the familiar breath, that Bei Song felt that he was feeling better.My mind is also clearer.

Song Jinyang hugged and coaxed Bei Song for a while, and then said to Beisong: "Baby, lie down first and then sleep for a while, I'll get you a glass of water, and you take some medicine."

After Bei Song gave a soft "hmm", he obediently let Song Jinyang lay himself flat, and lay down on the bed again.

After a while, Song Jinyang poured a glass of warm water, took cold medicine and antipyretics, returned to the bed, sat on the side of the bed, helped Bei Song up and leaned against his chest again, and whispered in Beisong's ear:"Honey, take your medicine."