Chapter 48： fever

Luo Qiao was already going downstairs! But in the end, I came back...

Ming Siran has a problem. He never took the initiative to go to the hospital when he fell ill. He loved it when he fell in love with him before. Once he had a high fever and became delirious and he had to lie at home, but in the end it was her. Threatening him by breaking up is willing to obey him.

Ming Siran glanced at her: "...It seems to have a fever."

Luo Qiao looked like I already knew, went into the room and searched for the cabinet where the medicine kit was stored. After a long time, she finally found the thermometer and got up and came to him.

"You lower it."

Ming Siran stared at her for a moment, pursed his lips, bent over and approached her.

Luo Qiao stretched out her hand to measure his forehead temperature, looked at the number displayed on it, and muttered: "It doesn't burn even if you look at it..."

Ming Siran didn't change his face: "It's broken, right?"

"is it?"

Luo Qiao didn't think much, pressing his head and reaching up to touch his forehead.

Ming Siran's body stiffened slightly.

Luo Qiao was taken aback.

In response, she quickly pulled back and blinked, habit is really a terrible thing...

Ming Siran slowly stood up straight, copied his pockets in his hand, and stated lightly: "Take advantage of me."

Luo Qiao glared at him: "...Shut up, you."

She found out the cold medicine, poured a glass of water, and put it on the table: "Come over and take the medicine first. If I still feel unwell, I will go to the hospital."

Ming Siran walked over his long legs slowly, took the pills and rolled his eyes.

"Eat." Luo Qiao looked at him and pushed the water glass over: "After eating, go to bed and sleep."

"Sleep in bed?" He lifted his eyelids and glanced at her lazily: "Are you with me?"

"..."

Luo Qiao turned around and left, he directly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

The breath swept across her face, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

"..."

He glanced at her: "Take medicine on an empty stomach and your stomach hurts."

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Luo Qiao wore the apron and stirred the porridge in the pot, her face sullen, and she didn't understand how things had come to this point.

The creature like ex-boyfriend came to collect debts from her, right?

Putting the porridge into a bowl, she took off her apron and went upstairs.

Ming Siran was leaning against the bed, white shirt and black trousers, with a clean temperament. It seemed that because of discomfort, his good-looking brows were slightly frowned.

Luo Qiao held a bowl: "It's dinner."

He opened his eyes and glanced at her.

Those dark and deep eyes made people's heart beat faster.

Luo Qiao put the bowl on the table and lowered her head to take the cold medicine.

Ming Siran looked down at her.

The woman knelt on the carpet, her fingers were white and soft, picking out the medicine one by one.

The bedroom was extremely quiet, and after a while, Ming Siran sat up calmly with brows and eyes, and reached for the porridge.

Seeing him finish drinking the medicine, Luo Qiao felt relaxed and rubbed her neck: "Well, I should go too!"

She ran out of the room to get her bag.

Ming Siran stretched out his hands to unbutton the two buttons, lay his hands lazily on the edge of the bed, and when he heard the sound of her running out the door, he casually lifted his eyelids, raised his leg and kicked the lamp beside his foot.

Downstairs, Luo Qiao suddenly heard a loud noise. She was startled and quickly ran upstairs: "What's the matter?"

However, he saw Ming Siran pressing his hand on the edge of the table, his body bowed slightly, his brows frowned, and he looked weak.

Luo Qiao quickly ran to support him, "Is it so uncomfortable? I have no energy?"

Ming Siran allowed her to help him onto the bed, glanced at her, and let out a low and fragile hum.