"Cough, cough!"

I coughed desperately and barely opened my heavy eyelids. Vaguely, I saw a familiar face in front of me


Like Ji Qingxuan?

I pushed the man and heard him say in my ear, "wake up? I'll help you up and drink. "

I shook my head.

He added, "the doctor says you have a bad fever. You need more hot water. Come on, or I'll feed you."

Men's words make me more worried.

I lay there with my eyes closed, "no, it's contagious."

No one feeds water like this.

"Give it to me. You can do it when you are well."

I closed my eyes, but I could feel the smile when the man spoke.

In fact, Ji Qingxuan can't take care of people at all.

When I woke up, sometimes I was awake, sometimes I was confused, but I could feel him around my bed at any time, touching my head and hand.

Help me cover the quilt and change the ice stick.

And, of course, mouth to mouth.

Later, a doctor took a shelf and gave me a sling.

I'm just waking up.

Open your eyes, see Ji Qingxuan sitting beside the bed, the laptop on your lap, seems to be sending an email.

Outside the sun is light gold, it seems to be evening.

It seems that I burned all day and slept all day.

When I look at him, the man just turns to look at me. When he sees me awake, the joy in his eyes is very obvious.

Get up and ask me, "wake up? Are you hungry? Is there anything wrong? "


"What's the matter? What's wrong? I'll call a doctor right now. "


"What's the matter?"

I didn't speak all the time. Looking at Ji Qingxuan, there was some anxiety in the man's eyes.

He put the computer aside, half kneeling on the bedside to look at me, "is hungry, I let the kitchen to send some porridge."


I'm hungry.

I haven't eaten for a day, and I'm sick. Now I'm so hungry that I can't even speak.

Ji Qingxuan called the kitchen.

When waiting for porridge, men have been asking me where I feel uncomfortable, hot or cold.

I was hungry and miserable, and had little strength to answer him.

Ji Qingxuan starts to worry again and talks to himself about how the porridge hasn't come yet. The chef here is too inefficient.

I looked at him in a trance.

Does this man really care about me?

At this moment, he seems to be really worried about me.

At this time, someone knocked at the door.

Ji Qingxuan thought that porridge was coming. He went to speak and said, "your efficiency is too slow."

But when the door opened, I heard him say awkwardly, "is that you?"

I look at it.

It's Tang Ruo.

Tang Ruo looked into the room and said, "sorry, Mr. Ji, I didn't know you were there, so I'll go first."

I thought Ji Qingxuan would let her go.

But hear Ji Qingxuan say, "don't, just I go to the kitchen to urge porridge, you accompany her."

With that, he left in a hurry.

Only Tang Ruo at the door.

"And he doesn't like you?" As he walked in, Tang Ruo said, "I don't think you went to dinner at noon, and I didn't see anyone in the afternoon, so I came to see you. I didn't expect that you had a fever. Sorry, I took a bath too long yesterday."

Yesterday I asked Tang Ruo to take a bath first. To be honest, she took a bath for a long time.

But I didn't expect to have a fever.

"No Facing Tang Ruo, I'm also embarrassed not to speak.

Tang Ruo walked up to me, reached out and touched my forehead, frowned, "how can it burn so badly? I have antipyretic there. I'll bring it to you later. "

I shook my head. "I've taken medicine, I've had an injection."

At this time, the door opened again, Ji Qingxuan stood at the door, followed by a waiter, carrying a small lunch box.

The waiter put the insulated lunch box on the table and left quickly.

I watched Ji Qingxuan open the lunch box, hold out a bowl of porridge and come to me with a spoon.

"Mr. Ji, I'll do it." Tang Ruo immediately stood up and took the initiative to do it.

"No, I will." Ji Qingxuan shook his head.

Then he sat by my bed.

Scooped a spoonful of porridge, put it on my mouth and blew it to cool. Then I tried the temperature with my lips and handed it to my mouth. My black eyes were full of tender eyes and said in a gentle tone, "it's not hot. Drink it."This is like coaxing a child.

I looked at him, I don't know how many emotions there are.

Ji Qingxuan, who is high above me, is here to feed me porridge.

It really seems that there is no shelf at all.

"What's the matter?"

Ji Qingxuan saw that I didn't move my mouth. He took back the spoon and tasted it himself. "Isn't it hot?"

I shook my head.

The man reached for the spoon again.

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