"Xingxing?" He was half asleep and half awake due to fever, and his voice was hoarse. He opened his eyes and saw a worried little face, and felt like he was dreaming.
"You have a fever." Song Zhixing leaned over to talk to him, and she didn't even notice that her voice was no longer cold and indifferent as usual. She frowned and scolded, "Why are you so stupid? You sleep without clothes and without a blanket?"
Tang Yu curled his lips and smiled. What should he do? Even listening to such scolding, he felt very happy.
His hot palm clasped her wrist, his thumb gently rubbing her wrist bone, his eyes half open and half closed, "It's okay, it's just a small problem, just get some sleep."
He said he was fine, but he didn't look like he was fine. His voice was hoarse.
He went out too early in the morning and spent more than two hours in the ski resort. Even his healthy body couldn't stand it. He came back to take a shower and just wanted to take a nap in bed, but he fell asleep in a short while. Adding cold to cold, he caught a cold in no time.
Song Zhixing touched his hand, then quickly touched his chest, his brows tightened, "I'll go find a thermometer, you lie down for a while."
Tang Yu didn't want to let her go, so he tightened his grip, but he was a patient now, and his whole body was weak. Song Zhixing easily pried Tang Yu's hands apart and pressed them into the thick quilt. She turned to go out, and when she closed the door, she looked back again. He closed his eyes and slept there. In the quiet space, she could hear his unsmooth breathing. It was obvious that he was suffering from the fever, and he turned sideways several times but couldn't find a comfortable sleeping position.
Song Zhixing sighed and walked downstairs.
When she reached the hall, little Snowball came out of his nest and rubbed against her feet.
"Be good, Qiuqiu. Mommy doesn't have time to play with you now." Song Zhixing quickly searched the cupboard in the living room, muttering to herself, "Daddy is sick. Mommy has to find medicine for him now."
"Huh? Where is it?" She searched through many cabinets but couldn't find the medicine box. She became more and more anxious. Finally, she searched from the living room to the kitchen and found the medicine box in the cabinet above the kitchen. There was a thermometer, but the medicine in the box made Song Zhixing depressed.
Not to mention that she didn't recognize any of the words on the medicine. Even if she found the cold medicine correctly, they would all be expired.
She had no choice but to pour a cup of hot water, insert a straw, and take the thermometer upstairs. Tang Yu was sleeping even more deeply at this moment, and Song Zhixing did not wake him up. She pressed the thermometer under his arm and sat beside him waiting.
He had a severe fever, and his handsome face was red. Song Zhixing sat on the bed, holding his chin and watching, his long fingers involuntarily running over his deep and three-dimensional facial features.
Tang Yu looked cute with his blushing face. He was not at all like his usual serious and stern self.
Song Zhixing looked a little dazed.
turn out to be…
Not only did she need his care, but occasionally, he also needed her.
The feeling of taking care of others is actually much better than being taken care of by others. However, she hated him being sick.
Song Zhixing couldn't help but tap his nose with his finger and muttered, "Idiot."
A fool who can take care of her, always giving her many instructions, but can't take care of himself.
Tang Yu seemed to sense her presence and raised his hand to grab hers, but she quickly held his hand, "Don't move, I'm taking your temperature!"
As if he heard her words, Tang Yu stopped moving. He just bent his five fingers and clasped her delicate fingers tightly.
Looking down at the two people's tightly intertwined fingers, Song Zhixing's heart was in turmoil, sad and reluctant. As if tired, she struggled with contradictions, and finally, she held his hand. She leaned over slightly, put her face on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat greedily.
How nice it would be if there wasn't such a cruel and bloody past between them.
After lying there for a while, he took out the thermometer and was shocked when he saw the result.
It's already 39 and a half degrees.
Song Zhixing was really at a loss. She picked up the phone and dialed the local emergency number, but she couldn't understand a word the other party said. She tried to change the language to communicate, but the other party didn't understand her again.
Looking at the phone, she felt extremely frustrated.
I would rather be the one who is sick now.
Tang Yu will definitely take good care of himself.
She bit her lip and thought for a long time, and finally had to call her sixth uncle for help. She found Tang Song's number from Tang Yu's phone and quickly dialed it.
The cell phone rang for a long time before being picked up.
"Brother, it's the middle of the night. You can't ruin my life just because you had a quarrel with Xingxing and lost your sex life, right?" There was a time difference between the two places, and it was still the middle of the night over there.
Tang Song's voice came from the phone, with an intoxicating laziness and a heavy breathing that made people blush.
Song Zhixing could tell what he was busy with at the moment, and with what he said, her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. If Tang Yu hadn't been sick, she would have hung up the phone right now.
"If you don't say anything, I'll hang up. I'll get back to you later." Not hearing any response from the other end, Tang Song was impatient to hang up the phone.
Song Zhixing suddenly came back to his senses, "Um, Uncle Six, it's me..."
Tang Song was stunned for a moment.
After a while, he seemed to come to his senses and changed his attitude to become serious, "Xingxing, what Uncle Six said just now was just a joke, don't take it to heart. Calling so late, is there something urgent?"
Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu lying on the bed with worry, and couldn't be polite to Tang Song, "Second Uncle is sick, and I have never taken care of a patient, so I can only ask you, Sixth Uncle."
When Tang Song heard this, he whispered to the woman beside him. Song Zhixing could faintly hear the other person lazily saying "hmm" a few times. The voice sounded familiar to Song Zhixing. If he heard it correctly, it should be Sister Liang Yan. Since the wedding of Sister Liang Yan and Uncle Tang Wu was cancelled, the two have never talked about marriage again. I don't know how Uncle Wu and Miss Zhao are doing now.
Thinking of this, Song Zhixing stopped thinking. At this time, she still had the heart to think about other people's affairs.
"What's wrong? You just said that your second brother is sick. What's the situation?" Tang Song had obviously walked out of the room, and his voice was a little higher this time.
"I have a fever. It's almost 40°. We are abroad, I can't find a doctor, and I don't have any medicine." Song Zhixing was anxious.
"It's just a fever?"
"…" What do you mean by 'just'? Song Zhixing pouted in dissatisfaction, "Sixth Uncle, Second Uncle's condition is really serious now. He is almost unconscious due to the fever."
Tang Song could hear the anxiety in her tone and teased her with a smile, "How can you not have medicine with you? I think we have some."
"Um?"
“Aren’t you the best medicine?”
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