Chapter 84

Although she thought so in her heart, she was not too presumptuous. She pulled the quilt to cover him again.

When I help him to pinch the corner, I accidentally touch his skin, which is also amazing. She must find a thermometer to take his temperature immediately.

When I was about to take out my hand, I was suddenly held by a man.

Song Qingcheng a shock, breath hold. Staring at the hand he held in his hand, his eyes slowly moved to his face. I thought he woke up, but in fact, he was just a subconscious action.

Song Qingcheng was relieved and gently took his hand out of his palm.

She went downstairs to ask the servant for a thermometer, poured a cup of hot water, and brought up two packs of ice bags.

After taking Ji Zhengting's temperature, song Qingcheng saw that it was 39 degrees, and she was scared.

"Ji Zhengting Ji Zhengting Song Qingcheng gently called him twice.

Ji Zhengting was fast asleep and didn't respond at all. Song Qingcheng is a little close to him, you can clearly feel his breath is hot.

"Ji Zhengting, wake up, wake up..." Song Qingcheng shakes his body, hoping to wake him up, otherwise he will be confused or his head will be burned?

Ji Zhengting seems to have heard her voice and slowly opened his eyes.

"Ji Zhengting, are you awake?" Song Qingcheng spoke to him excitedly.

Ji Zhengting looked at her. His eyes were a little blurred. He could probably distinguish her face, but he was not sure if it was true. Dizzy, heavy eyelids, confused consciousness.

Song Qingcheng could see that he was not conscious and his eyes were in a trance. He had to go to the hospital. "Ji Zhengting, you have a fever. I have to send you to the hospital. Can you get up?"

She was worried that he couldn't hear clearly, so she was very close to him.

Ji Zhengting heard it. His voice is very familiar, nice and untrue.

Shouldn't she be in the hospital?

How could it be here?!

"Ji Zhengting, I'll help you up." Song Qingcheng lifted his quilt and was ready to help him up, but the next moment, her body was completely uncontrollable, and she was locked in a hot arms.

Ji Zhengting hugged her in a daze, smelling the fragrance of her hair, and the familiar smell of her body, which made him feel attached.

He rubbed in her neck nest, like a coquettish kitten, which made song Qingcheng feel itchy and shrink his neck, but he found a comfortable position, and then he fell asleep again.

Song Qingcheng was frozen and didn't know what to do. His body is very hot, and even can feel his strong and powerful heartbeat, every jump makes her nervous, upset.

He also exudes a faint fragrance of bathing, mixed with the smell of tobacco in his breath. The two flavors are completely different. There is not only no sense of disobedience, but also an indescribable good smell.

Song Qingcheng smelled it and felt dizzy for a moment. With his body temperature burning, she felt her whole body began to follow the burning up.

"Ji Zhengting, you let me go, you have a fever." Song Qingcheng tried to speak again.

Ji Zhengting didn't seem to hear it and didn't respond.

Song Qingcheng swallows his throat and tries to get up from him. Unexpectedly, Ji Zhengting suddenly hugs her, turns over and holds her tightly in his arms.

Song Qingcheng gasped in surprise, and when he came back, he was already in bed and in his arms. Moreover, he held her tightly, and the two bodies were almost close together,

Song Qingcheng could even feel that the softness of her chest was squeezed and deformed, and her breathing became difficult.

What's the matter with this man? I'm so restless when I have a fever.

She looked up at him, and the more she looked, the more delicate and beautiful he was. He is not only a memorable type, but also a good-looking type.

When he was asleep, he was quiet and handsome. He was not usually overbearing and cruel, and he was no longer above power. He was not so unattainable.

Looking at, she unconsciously into the God.

Because he is so different when he is asleep from when he wakes up. She likes him so quiet, a little temperature, not to make people feel not easy to get close.

But she was not used to him sleeping so quietly, which made people feel insecure. Maybe it's because of his illness. Song Qingcheng hopes that he can be sober now. Even after he wakes up, he is still cold.

Song Qingcheng can obviously feel his body temperature is getting higher and higher, which means that he is burning more and more seriously. She comes back and gently moves out of his arms.

Ji Zhengting seems to be able to feel that his arm around her is tight again.

"Ji Zhengting, you have a fever. How about being obedient?" Song Qingcheng soft voice line, a bit in coax his feeling. However, it's good for this man. His hands are really loose.

Song Qingcheng looks at him and smiles.

She reached for an ice bag and put it on his forehead to cool down. This kind of physical cooling, I hope it will take effect soon.I don't know if it's too cold. Ji Zhengting doesn't cooperate very well. His head moves and the ice bag falls on the pillow.

"Don't move. I'm cooling you down now." Song Qingcheng spoke to him as if to himself.

She picked up the ice bag and put it on his forehead. Ji Zhengting is to hear her words, just can't open his eyes, and worried that after waking up, everything doesn't exist, he just sidled over, and put her in his arms.

Song Qingcheng is no longer embarrassed. He knows that he is not conscious at all. He must not remember what he did tonight. In other words, he doesn't know what he is doing.

She was distressed to see that he didn't cooperate and fell asleep like a nobody.

Can only hold the ice bag on his forehead, want to break free from his arms, but he held more tightly.

He is really childish. In a word, she has nothing to do with him.

This face-to-face posture has been maintained for more than half an hour. The temperature of the ice bag in Song Qingcheng's hand has all dispersed, or his temperature is too high, and the ice bag is not cool enough soon. Fortunately, she took two just now and changed another ice bag.

The temperature on his body seems to have dispersed a little. Song Qingcheng takes a thermometer to measure it for him again, and it really drops one degree. This bag should go down a little later.

As long as it can be reduced to below 38, you can rest assured.

Before she knew it, the time was past zero, and song Qingcheng was a little sleepy, but she didn't dare to sleep for fear that he would burn again.

Yes, she insisted for half an hour. She couldn't hold on any longer. She fell asleep in his arms like a dozer.

Sleeping subconsciously, she will reach out to him to try, feel the temperature down, she can rest assured.