The warm yellow sunlight outside the window shines on the circle of shepherd's purse flowers, clearly showing every piece of plant pattern on the shepherd's purse flowers and leaves, and there is also the sludge attached to it, all of which are clear.

Shepherd's purse flowers are neatly lined up against the wall. Through the gap, you can see that the white wall is essentially dyed with the tones of plants, becoming the assimilated background board.

This left Nan Yin with no reason to comfort herself.

When she went downstairs, she guessed that the shepherd's purse flowers placed outside should be out of shape after being polished and washed by the heavy rain last night. She always felt a little reluctant to go and saw them, so she stayed in the inn. When she just saw the shepherd's purse placed in Jiang Jingzuo's room, she thought of what he said that she could present her a scene of shepherd's purse flowers every day. She instantly fantasized that these shepherd's purse flowers were bought by Jiang Jingzuo overnight.

Unfortunately, it was not. Whether it was the hazy water vapor on the shepherd's purse flowers at the moment or the sludge that was almost sticking to the texture, they all proved to her a clear point.

Those were Jiang Jingzuo himself, who took action to transport the shepherd's purse outside in.

The heavy rain last night was the strongest rain that the city had ever encountered. She slept soundly. I don’t know when Jiang Jingzuo was, whether she was taking advantage of the night when no one was sleeping soundly with each other, or rushing for the fog with the heaviest moisture in the early morning, whether he was alone or someone with him, she didn’t know about these things at all.

But Jiang Jingzuo did not have enough reason to do these things, if it weren't for her.

Nan Yin stood there, looking at the person lying on the bed with a complicated look.

The bed quilt raised from the middle, Jiang Jingzuo's sleeping posture was very good, with his back facing the sky, his hands flat outside the bed quilt, and his breathing was evenly done.

Nan Yin accidentally saw a description of sleeping appearance. A person's sleeping appearance also shows his potential consciousness. Jiang Jingzuo's sleeping posture shows that he has nothing in his heart and no distracting thoughts.

Compared with the popular male stars in the circle nowadays, Jiang Jingzuo debuted early and started at a high level, and was all about the protagonist's role. He also maintained a neither humble nor arrogant attitude at the peak. He was not contaminated by the big dyeing vat of the entertainment industry at all, and his temperament was so clean that it was unreasonable.

This is related to a person's family background, but what ultimately plays a role in dominance is a person's own quality.

Jiang Jingzuo came into contact with some bad things too early, but the juvenile sense and the steadyness of a mature man sometimes really blended in his body, which was difficult for people to feel bad.

Nan Yin gently pulled over the chair beside her and looked at the person lying on the bed. Her face was not bloody. Her rosy lips looked a little pale because she was sick. I don’t know if it was because of her sleeping habit or dreaming of something bad. Her clean eyebrows were frowning tightly.

As if bewitched, his slightly cool fingertips stretched over and landed on the frown brow, depicting them carefully, and his gentle eyebrows looked at his sleeping face.

As if he was disturbed by some kind of interference, Jiang Jingzuo's brows frowned even deeper. Without any defense, Jiang Jingzuo raised his hand and grabbed Nan Yin's weak wrist, then slowly opened his eyes and looked straight at Nan Yin.

Seeing that it was Nanyin, Jiang Jingzuo's eyes slid a little surprised, and his voice was hoarse as he had not spoken for a long time, "Nanyin?"

He was sleeping and was sick, and his head was very heavy. It took several seconds to remember that he was filming a variety show, but he still couldn't understand why Nan Yin was in his room?

Nan Yin twisted her wrist and pulled out her hand. She looked a little uncomfortable, and was embarrassed about being caught. She hurriedly changed the topic, "How do you feel now? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Jiang Jingzuo tugged his lips and smiled, "It's not that serious, it's just a little cold wind."

"Have you taken the medicine?" Nan Yin asked again.

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds. Seeing that Jiang Jingzuo was looking at her heavily, pursing his lips and not speaking, Nanyin easily guessed something. Nanyin stood up and the chair was pulled backwards as she moved.

"Can you get up and wash alone? I'll go down to get the medicine and bring the porridge."

"...No." The original words were about to blurt out, but when he looked directly at Nan Yin's worried eyebrows, he turned around and turned into another meaning.

Jiang Jingzuo lowered his eyelids, looking extremely tired, and seemed to be struggling to speak. "I'm a little dizzy now and my limbs can't use my strength."

Compared to staying with Nanyin for more, letting Nanyin take care of herself and pretending to be weak in front of Nanyin is nothing in Jiang Jingzuo's eyes.

Seeing that Nan Yin's eyes were out of focus and didn't know what he was thinking, Jiang Jingzuo breathed lightly, his eyes half closed, as if he could fall asleep at any time, and said weakly, "Otherwise, you go down and do your own business first, I should be able to hold the wall by myself."

Jiang Jingzuo said, pretending to lift the quilt and get out of bed. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The moment he stood up, he waved his whole body and fell back unsteadily.

Nan Yin kept watching him during this period, and thought that he was sick and fever because of his own reasons. He reached out to support him without thinking and asked worriedly, "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

If you get a little bit of it, it will be better soon. She can't adapt to Jiang Jingzuo's weak appearance. In her eyes, he should be energetic, high-spirited, full of vitality and omnipotent.

"No," Jiang Jingzuo leaned almost on Nan Yin's body, "Can you help me to the bathroom?"

Nanyin naturally couldn't refuse his slightest tone with a little prayer.

When shepherd's purse passed, Nan Yin couldn't help but stop.

Jiang Jingzuo was also a little embarrassed. He asked Nan Yin to go back yesterday. Not only did he carry shepherd's purse overnight, but he also made himself look like this.

"When did you move these in?" Jiang Jingzuo was thinking about how to speak, but he heard Nan Yin ask.

"It was past ten o'clock last night, the rain was a little lighter." Jiang Jingzuo didn't want to be perfunctory about Nan Yin, but he still blurred the time appropriately.

In fact, it was at night, or at around twelve o'clock in the morning, and it was raining heavily outside and the wind was biting. When Jiang Jingzuo thought of Nan Yin's reluctant eyes, he couldn't sleep all night, so he simply got up and took an umbrella out.

"Didn't you tell me not to have these shepherd's purse? Why did you go out by yourself?" Before Jiang Jingzuo could breathe a sigh of relief, Nan Yin's questions followed one after another.

In fact, she already had a very obvious guess in her mind. But women are probably such a strange creature.

I know it's the same thing, but I still want to hear him say it in person, as if this will bring some more different meanings.

"These shepherd's purse were arranged together by our hands. The meaning is different. It can be used again after drying, and I can't sleep."

Nan Yin didn't say anything this time, just said softly, and helped him into the bathroom.

"Stand up." Nanyin asked Jiang Jingzuo to stand against the wall, and helped him turn the toothpaste by himself, and handed the water cup and toothbrush filled with water to his hands.

Jiang Jingzuo looked at his pale face in the mirror and Nan Yin with a worried look on the side, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Afraid that Jiang Jingzuo fell down, he was weak and unable to help him. Nan Yin took the initiative to pull Jiang Jingzuo's arm up and hung his arm on his shoulders.

Such a picture was presented in the mirror, and Nan Yin was so small that he seemed to be entangled in his arms.

The nose was full of fragrance from her body. Unfortunately, he had a low fever, his nose was slightly breathable, and the fragrance was not very obvious, so Jiang Jingzuo couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

This is because he woke up early in the morning and felt that he was sick was not a particularly good thing.

Nan Yin was quietly waiting for Jiang Jingzuo to finish brushing his teeth, took the hanging towel, washed it, handed it to his hand.

After everything was done, she helped Jiang Jingzuo out again, lay down on the bed, lowered her head and told her softly, "You close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll go down to bring the porridge and medicine."

Without waiting for Jiang Jingzuo to answer, Nan Yin turned around and was about to leave, but her wrist was locked from behind.

When I turned around, I saw a hint of unnatural flashing across Jiang Jingzuo's face. Before I could find out, my lowered eyes could not see the emotions in the depths, but my voice was fragile, "Are you coming up soon?"

Nan Yin was a little surprised.

Jiang Jingzuo was sick and seemed to have become a different person, and seemed to rely on her a little too much. Jiang Jingzuo was obviously older than her, but at this moment, Nan Yin felt as if she was taking care of a younger brother.

Perhaps, sick people are very fragile inside

However, this feeling of being depended on seems pretty good.

"I'll come up soon." Nan Yin calmed down and comforted him softly.

When she went downstairs, Nanyin took out her mobile phone to check some information about fever-free food. She had no little experience in caring for people, but she didn't want to make any mistakes in this regard.

In particular, this patient is Jiang Jingzuo.

The people around her were doing their own things. When Jiang Jingzuo was sick, she took care of Jiang Jingzuo, and the workload of others was much heavier. She was not embarrassed to bother others, so she cooked some porridge according to the instructions.

Remembering Jiang Jingzuo upstairs, Nanyin even moved much faster.

Nan Yin held the plate with both hands, had to gently close the door with her feet, then walked directly to the bed, whispering softly as if she was sleeping, "Get up and drink porridge."

Jiang Jingzuo opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and quietly watched Nan Yin's movements.

Nanyin leaned the pillow behind Jiang Jingzuo so that he could feel more comfortable. After finishing it, Nanyin picked up the small bowl on the dining plate and handed it to him, "Eat it."

Jiang Jingzuo's face was not obvious, and his voice was also faint, "I'm a little weak."

Nan Yin didn't ask much, scooped a spoonful and fed it to his lips, and repeated, "Eat."

Jiang Jingzuo raised his eyes and stared at Nan Yin for a while. Until her face turned red and she could not help but speak, he slowly opened his mouth and drank it.

The feeding time passes quickly, and a bowl of porridge is almost the same as eating.

Nan Yin packed up the dining plate, went downstairs and brought the medicine up and placed it on Jiang Jingzuo's bedside table, and told softly, "The medicine is very hot. You just finished drinking the porridge. Wait for about five or six minutes before drinking it, and have a nap after drinking it."

Jiang Jingzuo was about to respond when he saw Nan Yin standing up again, his face changed, and he spoke without thinking, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go down to help with something. You can't go on strike if you are sick," Nan Yin said jokingly, and in a tone of coaxing the child, "You have a good sleep, and I'll come up and take a look later."

Because of Nanyin's tone, Jiang Jingzuo's ears turned red slightly, but he was very helpful in his heart and nodded softly.

Nanyin smiled at him, then she turned around and went downstairs with confidence.

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After going upstairs to check Jiang Jingzuo's situation again, Nanyin woke up the person anxiously.

Jiang Jingzuo slowed down for a while and then gradually recovered. He felt that a head was heavier as if it was infused with water. Even Nan Yin's face turned into several pictures in his eyes.

Nan Yin just touched Jiang Jingzuo's forehead and found that the temperature on his body was getting hotter.

"Let's go to the hospital." Nan Yin couldn't help feeling a little nervous when she remembered the news she had just seen.

If this low fever is not properly treated, it can turn a normal person into a ignorant person.

Unable to resist Nanyin, Jiang Jingzuo gasped and did not refuse.

"Luhang, Luhang..." Jiang Jingzuo was so tall that Nan Yin couldn't help him downstairs alone. After thinking about it, he wanted to ask Lu Xing for help.

The program team stopped filming Jiang Jingzuo and Nanyin, rushed to the hospital, and after doing a lot of examinations, Nanyin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jiang Jingzuo lying quietly with infusions.

It was nearly 41 degrees of high fever, but fortunately she thought of sending Jiang Jingzuo to the hospital.

In the morning, Jiang Jingzuo's condition was a low fever and his throat was a little uncomfortable, so she just soaked a cup of cold sorbet. Maybe the medicine was not right, but Jiang Jingzuo's condition became even worse.

It may also be people who don’t get sick often, and they are sick like mountains of mountains.

A little cold wind blew from the half-open window behind him, and Nanyin reached out to help Jiang Jingzuo tuck the quilt.

She unconsciously remembered what had happened before.
To be continued...