Zhimian was stunned when he heard his tone.

Why do you feel a little wronged?

The skin on the neck spread out with a slight crisp feeling, and gradually became hot from a slight coolness. Her ears turned red by his intimate posture, and she couldn't breathe a little. She raised her neck and patted his back as comfortingly, coughed lightly, "I know you have a fever, but you can let go first..."

A few seconds later, Duan Zhuo let go of his hand, his fingertips slid downwards, and finally held her hand.

She was stunned and was led into the room by him.

Outside, Hang Yibai, who was planning to secretly see Duan Zhuo’s reaction, walked up the steps and just happened to witness Duan Zhuo hugging Zhimian and then pulling her into the room, was completely stunned.

Um????!

What's going on?!

Duan Zhuo actually hugged Zhimian like this?!

At this moment, Zhimian was pulled into the room by Duan Zhuo, and his vision was dim. Only a faint light came into the gap in the curtains. Until the light at the head of the bed was turned on by the man, the warm orange light finally lit up.

He leaned lazily in front of the closet, and she stood in front of her. The two were very close. She slapped her heart, pulled her hand back, looked at him, and asked softly: "How much fever do you have?"

"have no idea."

She raised her hand and subconsciously wanted to touch his forehead. Suddenly she felt that the movement was not suitable. Just as she was about to put it down, the man's forehead took the initiative to stumble onto her palm.

She then felt hot.

Very hot.

"You... should have a high fever. Why did you get this kind of fever?"

He coughed twice, "I have been training these days and have been in the rain. I caught a cold a few days ago."

She frowned: "You delayed it until now when I caught a cold a few days ago? Do you really think you are in good health?"

He pulled the corner of his mouth, "I'm in good health."

As I remember, he had only a few fevers.

Seeing that he still had some leisure to make jokes, Zhimian glanced at him, "If you are in good health, I'll leave first."

Duan Zhuo hugged her waist, pulled her over, and pressed her against the closet. The warm breath fell in his ears and said in a muffled voice: "Don't leave."

Zhimian blushed and pushed him away, "You still touch your feet if you have a fever..."

Why haven't I seen this person for a few days?

She felt like a child at this moment, helpless, "I won't leave, you can let go first."

Duan Zhuo let go of his hand, Zhimian grabbed his sleeve, and asked him to sit down beside the bed. She looked at him straight: "Or else let the doctor come and see it? You're so frying."

"No need, it's not serious." Duan Zhuo raised his hand and pinched her cheek, "I teased you just now."

"It's obviously very serious for you to do this. I'll go out to get you medicine? Did you not take medicine at noon?"

"Um."

"You lie down first, I'll go get the medicine. If you don't take it, I'll go downstairs."

Duan Zhuo looked at her, a smile rippled on the corners of his lips. She threatened him with this, and he had no other choice: "I understand."

"Lying down."

Zhimian lifted the quilt, Duan Zhuo lay down, she tucked the quilt for him, and then turned around and walked out of the room.

Zhimian walked out the door and happened to see Hang Yibai waiting on the stairs.

Hang Yibai saw that her cheeks were slightly red, as if something was happening inside, and she was slightly stunned and saw Zhimian coming.

Zhimian just glanced at her, didn't say anything, walked downstairs, and finally called a servant. When the servant heard this, he immediately prepared the medicine and then brought it up.

Zhimian took the medicine and returned to the upper floor.

Pushing open the bedroom door, she walked to the bed and said to the lying man: "The medicine is coming, get up."

Duan Zhuo stood up, Zhimian gave him the medicine, then picked up the water cup at the head of the bed and handed it to him.

He put the medicine in his mouth and then poured it into water.

Zhimian saw this and teased: "You burned it like this, and you still asked me to have dinner together in the evening?"

He looked up at her: "I think I'll be fine if I come back and have a sleep."

She whispered and stood up: "Lying down."

His eyes darkened: "Are you leaving?"

"Will I leave after you finish taking the medicine?"

"People have physical cooling when they have fevers." He looked at her and whispered.

Zhimian suddenly felt a little funny when he listened to his words.

"When you had a fever, didn't you tell me not to do anything, and you'd better have a sleep?"

This was the first time she saw Duan Zhuo like this.

When she was in high school, she saw him get a fever. She was worried that it was bad at that time, but the man looked calm and didn't let her do anything, just said that she would just sleep for a while.

Is this still the same thing as before?

"Zhimian." He called her, his voice hoarse.

Seeing this, Zhimian looked away and sighed: "I understand, I'll get you a towel."

She walked to the bathroom in the room.

Pushing open the door, she took Duan Zhuo's towel and rinsed it under cold water.

She looked at the decorations in the bathroom, and memories followed one after another.

I still remember when he took her back here, he was often bullied by him in the bathroom.

He liked to pick her up and put it on the sink. The light above his head slowly followed his kiss and slowly went down from her swan neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist, making him moan and hum, bringing a crying voice, and finally leaving a crystal clear on the marble surface of the sink.

One morning, after he finished getting her, he was not happy, so he picked her up and put her on the bed. Her soft voice was about to drip out of water. He almost broke the precepts and asked her to completely ask her. Suddenly, Zhuang Jiarong's voice sounded at the door, asking them to go downstairs to have dinner in ten minutes.

Zhimian blushed all over. He pushed him away, turned over and buried him in the quilt, and heard him sighing in her ear:

"That's all I can forget."

She didn't understand very well, and then heard him say leisurely: "Fifteen minutes is definitely not enough. What should they do if they come up and urge you?"

"Duan Zhuo, you've had enough..."

Her face was flushed and he was pulled into her arms, and his smile fell in her ears: "You said you owe me so many times, how can you repay it in the future?"

Later, he said that after marriage.

Has he ever fantasized about marrying her?

Zhimian came back to his senses, turned off the faucet, wrung the towel, and cut off all thoughts that shouldn't have.

Walking out of the bathroom, Zhimian returned to the bed and put the towel on Duan Zhuo's forehead, "Is this OK?"

"Yeah," he paused, "Actually there is a better way."

"What?"

"If you hug me more, I will be able to reduce my fever."

“…”

Zhimian was speechless, "Duan Zhuo, can you stop being so naive?"

He smiled lazily, and his fingertips on the quilt scratched her palms. Zhimian was itchy in his heart and immediately stood up: "You sleep so that you can get better."

His face darkened again, and he looked at her reluctantly.

"I'll go downstairs and tell my uncle about your situation."

She can't stay upstairs all the time.

I thought they were doing upstairs later.

"This towel will have to be replaced in a while," he said.

Zhimian sighed, and finally considered that he was a patient, he compromised: "I know, I'll come up to change it later, okay?"

The man agreed, and seemed a little reluctant. Zhimian didn't plan to indulge him so much, so he turned around and left.

After going downstairs and returning to the tea room, Hang Yibai had already returned to Yu Ling.

She went in. "Uncle."

"Hey, how about Xiaoduan?" Zhuang Jiarong asked.

"He has a fever. I just gave him antipyretics. It should be fine. If the fever has not subsided at night, I'd better call the doctor."

Zhuang Jiarong smiled, "I just knew, you still have a way."

Yu Ling, who was opposite, was a little stunned when she heard this, and after a while, she tentatively said: "Xiao Jiu is Xiao Duan Sister, right? The two have a good relationship."

Zhimian was slightly stunned, and Zhuang Jiarong smiled meaningfully: "For the two of them, their relationship will naturally be good."
To be continued...