"pata"
Wen Ruan turned on the light in the room.
The dim light shrouded it, filling the whole room with a soft and warm atmosphere.
Fu Zhihuan was lying on the bed with disheveled clothes. Even with his eyes closed, he could see the deep sleepiness between his brows. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and the brows were slightly wrinkled. He seemed to be sleeping restlessly.
Wen Ruan sighed, walked to his side, bent down, and tried the temperature of his forehead with the palm of his hand.
very hot.
The sweat caused by the high fever has already soaked his thin shirt, his forehead is still covered with a thin layer of water droplets, and his soft black hair has become slightly wet.
I can't go on like this, I have to find antipyretics.
Wen Ruan frowned, turned around and went downstairs, first went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water, and then looked at this strange room...
Where will the antipyretics be placed
Or go out and buy by yourself
She thought so, and then raised her head, and three handwritten "medicine dispensing places" appeared in front of her eyes.
These three words were vigorously written with a brush on a piece of A4 paper, and then pasted on the cabinet above his head, and a small arrow was drawn to indicate the direction, and OPEN was written under the arrow.
Wen Ruan was silent for a while, stretched out her hand and opened the cabinet.
Sure enough, there was a medicine box inside. As soon as the box was opened, antipyretic medicines were neatly placed on the first floor.
"..."
Why do you always feel weird
Does the Fu family still have the habit of marking where the medicine cabinet is
But with the current situation, Wen Ruan didn't have time to think too much, so she went upstairs with a water cup and antipyretic medicine, helped Fu Zhihuan to feed him.
Fu Zhihuan managed to swallow the pill relying on his physical reaction, his brows were furrowed, and his eyelashes moved, but he still couldn't move them open.
Wen Ruan sighed, only to realize that the back of his shirt was completely soaked.
Just now, Fu Zhihuan was soaked in the rain, and his whole body was still dry. If he just left it so wet, the fever might not go away, and the cold would worsen tomorrow.
So, he had to change his clothes.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan was already one step ahead of his brain, raised his hand to press the button on his collar, and untied a grain smoothly—
etc!
Suddenly a string tightened in her mind, she was enlightened instantly, and quickly retracted her hand.
so close!
He almost didn't react and undressed Fu Zhihuan.
Wen Ruan bit her lower lip, her face flushed red, she stared at the button on Fu Zhihuan's collar that she had unbuttoned, and quietly reached out to re-button it for him, pretending nothing happened.
…never mind.
Or make him sick.
Although he is sleepy now, if he finds out that it was his own clothes tomorrow morning, he will definitely make use of it to tease himself!
"Cough cough."
At this moment, Fu Zhihuan frowned suddenly, and then coughed hard twice, even his chest trembled slightly.
This cough made Wen Ruan's heart tremble.
Originally, the idea of "leaving him alone" came up, but he quietly withdrew his head.
After hesitating again and again, she stretched out her hand and poked Fu Zhihuan's arm, and whispered in his ear, "Hello? Are you there? Is it convenient for you to wake up and change your clothes?"
Her answer was heavy breathing.
Wen Ruan didn't give up: "Hey? You have to support yourself, you are such an adult, you have to rely on yourself to change clothes!"
There was still silence.
Wen Ruan was patient, gritted her teeth, increased her strength, and pushed Fu Zhihuan again: "You are a big man, I want a little girl to help you change your clothes! Aren't you shy! I'm still shy if you're not shy! And We are in a cold war!"
Fu Zhihuan not only didn't wake up, but turned over.
Wen Ruan was completely desperate.
She gritted her teeth, stood up from the chair in a fit of anger, and walked towards the door: "Make an inch of it! Who cares about you, let you have a high fever tomorrow!"
After speaking, he slammed the door.
The curtains in the room were moved by the wind, and it gradually calmed down after a few seconds.
The room fell into deathly silence again.
"Squeak"
After a long time, the door was pushed open again.
With a downcast face, Wen Ruan stood outside the door and looked into the room.
Fu Zhihuan was still lying on the bed in the same posture just now, not aware of what happened just now, if there is any difference, it is probably that his brows are more tightly frowned, and his expression looks more tired.
Wen Ruan took a step forward, walked all the way to the bed and stopped, folded her arms, looked at him with drooping eyelids, and tapped her toes impatiently on the floor.
Really, why are you still awake
Could it be shock
"Hello, Fu Zhihuan?" Wen Ruan called.
No one responded.
annoying!
Wen Ruan gritted her teeth hard, leaned down and pressed Fu Zhihuan's buttons again, and unbuttoned him one by one, with a feeling of exasperation in her movements, and she couldn't stop complaining: "You said you Man, I've known you for so long, but I haven't seen you take your body seriously."
"Look at how many times I've taken care of you? A big man wants a little girl to take care of him, isn't he ashamed!"
"Please give the words cold war and quarrel the respect they deserve! I'm still here changing your clothes while I'm angry, so I can go to the list of people who have moved the world!"
However, in the middle of the action, when four or five buttons were undone, Wen Ruan stopped suddenly.
Further down, there is Fu Zhihuan's strong waist.
The fingertips and the side of the hand inevitably rubbed against his chest. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but there was a hot feeling from the place where the skin touched, which made her throat a little itchy.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath.
fine!
We are all adults, so we shouldn't be so shy, isn't it just a change of clothes? Things that take less than half a minute, and she's not a cute little girl, can definitely be solved easily!
Encouraging himself like this, Wen Ruan's index finger touched the button again.
Then-
Ahhh no way!
She straightened up like a carp, turned around in a swish, turned her back to Fu Zhihuan's direction, and did not forget to raise her hand to hold her thumping chest.
can't do it!
She is a cute little girl herself!
Just shy!
Wen Ruan immediately wanted to give up halfway and run away, but the sickly man behind him seemed to bind her ankles, making her unable to move.
After adjusting his emotions for about half a minute, Wen Ruan took a deep breath and decided to adopt the trick of "out of sight, out of mind".
As long as you close your eyes, rounding up means that nothing happened!
Comforting herself like this, Wen Ruan turned around again, pressed Fu Zhihuan's button with her index finger, and closed her eyes.
"pata"
Unwrap one grain.
Then go a little further down to find the next button.
Um! Got it! Untie another one! Very easy!
Then go down.
further down.
Past…
"Snapped-"
Suddenly, a hand clasped Wen Ruan's wrist, and the scorching heat came against the skin very clearly.
Before she could open her eyes, she heard a low-pitched chuckle, although most of her tone was tired, but there was still a sense of carelessness.
"Children, you can't go down any further."
"!"
Wen Ruan opened her eyes abruptly, just in time to meet Fu Zhihuan's smiling eyes.
Looking down, I found that my fingertips were only a little away from the dangerous zone.
Her face flushed immediately, she immediately pulled her hand out, stepped back a meter away, and then turned around very smoothly: "Fu Zhihuan! Are you pretending to be asleep just now?"
Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hands to support himself, put his arms on his knees, looked down at his shirt, and realized what Wen Ruan was doing.
He rubbed his temples and explained, "No, I just woke up."
Wen Ruan didn't look back, her fists were clenched tightly, and she couldn't help being angry: "Just woke up? I punched and kicked and insulted you just now, and I almost strangled your neck. You didn't wake up. You just woke up now? Why are you so awake? skillful?"
Seeing the little girl panicked by fright, she looked ashamed and annoyed, just like a little rabbit in a hurry.
The corners of Fu Zhihuan's lips curled up slightly, and before he could speak, his throat felt numbly itchy. He clenched his fist subconsciously and put it on his lips, coughed heavily, breathed slowly, and then said, "Well, it's a coincidence."
"Or if I pretend to be asleep, you can continue?"
"Go on!" Wen Ruan was about to faint from Fu Zhihuan's anger. She took out a piece of clothing from the closet and threw it back: "Change!"
Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbly: "Okay."
From behind came the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other, like a feather, tickling Wen Ruan's heart.
Coupled with the embarrassing incident that happened just now, it made her feel that this room was like a big stove, which made her whole body hot.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, and walked towards the door without looking back: "Since you're awake, I'll go back first."
"Wen Ruan."
And at this moment, Fu Zhihuan suddenly called her to stop.
Wen Ruan paused, tilted his head slightly, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"
Fu Zhihuan's voice was hoarse: "Do me a favor?"
When Wen Ruan came up with the medicine box, Fu Zhihuan had already changed into his home clothes, and was leaning against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, as if he was closing his eyes to rest and adjust his mental state.
"Hello." She put the medicine box aside, "I brought it up."
Hearing the voice, Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes, the red blood in his eyes was very obvious, he looked quite tired, but he still forced a smile to face Wen Ruan: "Well, thank you."
After answering, he straightened up, raised his hand and pressed the button of his collar without saying a word, and unbuttoned it.
"Wait a minute!"
Wen Ruan stopped immediately: "Fu Zhihuan, if you do this again, I will call the police! Didn't I just want to change your clothes for you? Can you stop repeating this action!"
Why does it feel like I've been struggling with buttons all night.
Fu Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, then laughed lowly, shook his head helplessly, turned his body around, and turned his back to Wen Ruan: "Give me the medicine box, you go out first."
At the end, he added another sentence: "Don't go yet, okay?"
Wen Ruan didn't speak, just handed over the medicine box, then turned and prepared to leave.
But when he was going out, he couldn't help but glance behind his eyes from the corner of his eye.
Fu Zhihuan had already loosened his shirt at this moment, and his exposed back was almost covered with gauze and ointment, and there were still some distinct bruises on the unpasted parts, which looked like fresh injuries.
He lowered his head to pick out some things to use from the medicine box, then raised his head, and privately stretched out the plasters and bandages that he was sticking to, frowning tightly, and let out a soft "hiss".
Wen Ruan remembered what the driver said.
The old injury from the car accident has only been a few days old, and it is far from the time to heal. And those bruises are probably the scars left by the family law.
With such virtue, it's no wonder that it will be burned like this tonight.
But anyway, he has woken up, so he shouldn't meddle in his own business.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan pressed the doorknob and opened the door.
Fu Zhihuan didn't look back.
But he could hear very clearly the sound of the door being opened and then closed.
He lowered his eyes, pulled up the corners of his lips, and smiled wryly.
The little girl didn't answer just now, so she probably wouldn't be willing to wait, and she got angry again tonight, so she probably would run home.
The old injury has not been changed for several days, and it started to become inflamed after being exposed to the rain.
Fu Zhihuan woke up just now because the inflamed wound was unbearable. If he didn't deal with it tonight, he might not be able to sleep all night.
He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and reached out to take off the rest of the gauze.
But at this moment, suddenly a slightly cold hand gently pressed his arm, and then, Wen Ruan's pretendingly indifferent voice was heard.
"Forget it, I'll help you."
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