"Need not!"
Yan Nian looked at him with disgust, why did he become so pretentious about having a fever, "You don't need this little temperature, just cover yourself with a quilt and sweat!"
"oh."
"Well, I'm going to make soup for you. Just be good!"
With that said, he pinched Jiang Beiyuan's face.
It feels good in the hand. Why didn't I notice that his face was so smooth and tender before? Hey Yannian, what are you doing? Are you taking advantage of a decent man and woman while he is unconscious? Where is your moral bottom line? !
Jiangbeiyuan nodded gently.
"I don't want to die."
He said.
"I want to be with you for a long, long time. I want to live a long life with you."
"Tsk, what are you talking about? If you just be honest with me now, you can live a long life. I won't harm your wife, don't worry!"
After saying that, she broke away from his hand, tucked his feet in, and repeatedly ordered him not to sweat under the quilt, and then left for the kitchen.
I remember when she had a fever when she was a child, her father always did this, making her cover herself with the quilt to sweat.
Cut some ginger, chopped green onion, white garlic, mulberry leaves, white radish... put them in a pot and cook.
Then let her drink it.
There is no need to take medicine or injections. As long as the fever does not exceed 39 degrees, the body can heal itself.
She didn't like going to the hospital since she was a child, let alone getting injections and taking medicine.
Her father, Yan Yuming, doesn't like hospitals either.
As for why he didn't like it, Yan Yuming never told her.
Yan Nian only knew that before Yan Yuming was alive, her childhood was really good and carefree.
When she dreamed back at midnight, she could dream about Yan Yuming and the long alley in her memory. She was still the little girl who liked to wear tutu skirts and pigtails, as if nothing had changed.
The past is always beautiful, but it is a pity that those memories stay in the depths of time. Everyone has to move forward and cannot just dwell on the past.
Yan Nian cooked the soup and brought it in, blowing it on Jiang Beiyuan as he walked.
Really, this is the first time she has served someone like this. Ding Baoyi and He Huaiguang have not received this kind of treatment.
Jiangbeiyuan has been looking at her.
Maintaining that position, motionless, he was lying like this before she left, so it has always been like this
"Are you stupid? You keep watching what I do. I said I won't leave. Come on, get up and drink soup—"
Putting the bowl on the table, she pulled him up and put a pillow behind her for him to lean on.
"Can I drink it myself?" Yan Nian asked.
Jiangbeiyuan shook his head.
"Let me feed you?"
Jiangbeiyuan nodded.
Yan Nian: "..."
She leaned over, put one hand around his neck, and then took the bowl and poured it into his mouth.
"Drink slowly, don't choke, I don't have a spoon here, just drink as you go!"
Jiangbeiyuan: "..."
After finishing the drink, she thoughtfully wiped the corners of his mouth and rubbed his lips with her soft fingertips.
Jiang Beiyuan, who had a fever, and his thin lips were pale. The moment he wanted to withdraw his hand, he suddenly grabbed his hand and rubbed it against his face.
His palms were hot, and so were his fingertips.
Yan Nian felt that his hands were starting to sweat.
"Let me go and sleep well!"
"I want to hold you… "
"ah??"
"I want to hug you." Jiang Beiyuan repeated again.
Yan Nian felt soft in his heart, in a way that could kill him, "You can hug me, I won't let you hug me."
But he shook his head and said seriously, "I'm sweaty and not clean."
"I don't dislike you!"
With that said, he took the initiative to reach out and hug Jiang Beiyuan.
What's wrong with him today? Why is he so cute and lovable
She just held him, even if he was very hot, she didn't want to let go.
(End of chapter)