Chapter 100

"No!"

Yan Nian dislikes him. How can he become so hypocritical with a fever? "You don't need this temperature, just sweat under the quilt!"

"Oh."

"Well, I'll cook you soup. Be good!"

Say, pinched the face of Jiang Beiyuan.

The hand feel is very good. I didn't find his face is so smooth before. What are you doing, taking advantage of other people's unconsciousness and taking advantage of good women and men? What about your moral bottom line?!

Jiangbeiyuan nodded softly.

"I don't want to die."

He said.

"I want to be with you for a long time. I want to be with you for a long time."

"Tut, what silly words do you say? You can live a hundred years if you give me the truth now. Your wife and I will not hurt you. Don't worry!"

Then she broke free of his hands, tucked him in, and repeatedly ordered him not to wear the quilt to sweat, before leaving for the kitchen.

I remember when I was a child, she had a fever, and her father did it all. She covered the quilt and sweated Put it in the pot and cook.

Then let her drink.

No need to take medicine, no need to inject, as long as the fever is no more than 39 degrees, it can be cured by the body itself.

She didn't like to go to the hospital when she was a child, and she didn't like injection and medicine.

Her father said he didn't like hospitals either.

As for why I don't like it, Yan Yuming never said it to her.

Yan Nian only knows that Yan Yuming lived in the world before. Her childhood was really good and carefree.

In the middle of the night, she can dream of Yan Yuming and the long lane in her memory. She is still the little girl who likes to wear a poncho skirt and braid, as if everything has not changed.

The past is always beautiful, but it's a pity that those memories stay in the depth of time. Everyone has to move forward and can't just remember the past.

Yannian cooked the soup, brought it in, and blew it to jiangbeiyuan as he walked.

Really, for the first time, she served a person like this. Ding Baoyi and he huaiguang didn't have such treatment.

Jiangbeiyuan has been looking at her.

He kept that position, motionless. Before she left, he was lying on his back like this, so it was always like this?

"Are you stupid? I've been looking at what I'm doing. I said I'm not going. Come on, get up and drink soup."

put the bowl on the table. She pulled him up and put a pillow behind him.

"Can I drink it myself?" Say and read.

Jiangbeiyuan shook his head.

"Let me feed you?"

Jiangbeiyuan nodded.

Saying: "what do you mean?"

Then she leaned over, put one hand around his neck, and then directly put the bowl into his mouth.

"Drink slowly. Don't choke. I don't have a spoon here. Just make do with it!"

Jiangbeiyuan: "..."

After drinking it, she wiped the corners of his mouth and his lips with her soft fingers.

The feverish jiangbeiyuan, along with its thin lips, were all pale. The moment when he wanted to draw back his hand, he suddenly stopped it and rubbed it on his face.

His palms are hot, his fingertips are boiling.

Yan Nian felt that his hands began to sweat.

"You let go of me and go to sleep!"

"I want to hold you..."

"Ah?"

"I want to hold you." Jiangbeiyuan repeated again.

Yannian's heart was soft, and he wanted to die. "You hold it. I didn't let you hold it."

He shook his head and said seriously, "I've got sweat on me. It's not clean."

"I don't dislike you!"

Say, active hand held jiangbeiyuan.

What's the matter with him today? How cute he is and how lovable he is.

She just held him like this, even if he was very hot, she didn't want to let go.