"Now that you're here, why change the date?" The housekeeper didn't answer. Instead, the voice coming from upstairs answered.
Tang Jue stood upstairs, looking down at her.
As expected, in her eyes, there was only the confession. Even if he was sick, she would not ask any more questions. Fortunately, he did not feel disappointed. Because he had never expected it from the beginning to the end.
Qiqi stood up subconsciously.
Tang Jue came down from upstairs in his pajamas lazily. He was obviously very ill. His handsome face, which used to be full of light and shadow, now looked a little pale and lifeless. He looked very weak, and this look was particularly pitiful.
Feeling distressed
Qiqi was slightly frightened by the two words that flashed through her mind.
"Don't stand, sit down." He lazily pointed to the position of the sofa, and his voice was hoarse without much strength.
He seemed to be really out of shape today, and he didn't even have the mood to tease her as he did every time he saw her in the past. He just walked by her and sat down on the sofa first.
He carried a few wisps of fragrance, and when he passed by her, Qiqi could feel the burning heat from his body. It was obvious that he had a severe fever.
It’s already like this, can we really still record a confession
Qiqi turned around to look at him. He was leaning tiredly on the sofa with his eyes closed, occasionally coughing lightly, with his brows tightly furrowed.
She looked up.
That place was right where the cold wind blew in. It was the place where she had sat before.
He is so sick, but no one pays attention to it.
Qiqi wanted to say something, but didn't. She sat down on the sofa next to her, took a sip of tea, and peeked at his expression through the edge of the cup. She didn't know if he was asleep, but he never opened his eyes again, just pulled his pajamas closer.
Obviously cold.
Qiqi glanced at the butler beside her and gave him a wink. The butler was very smart and had seen through it long ago, but he just pretended not to understand.
Qiqi was helpless. She had to put down her teacup, stood up, walked to the housekeeper, and whispered, "Do you have a thin blanket at home?"
"So that's what Miss Qi meant. Yes, I'll get it for you right away."
The housekeeper smiled and turned to get a blanket. Qiqi looked back at him, but he still hadn't woken up. She took her cell phone out of her pocket and checked the time. It had been so long, but Officer Huang hadn't arrived yet.
Soon, the housekeeper brought a thin blanket over. Qiqi refused to take it and signaled the housekeeper to send it over with her eyes. The housekeeper looked embarrassed and said, "Miss Qi, you don't know that this young master and Master Tang have the same temperament. You can't disturb them when they are sleeping. If I go over like this, he will definitely wake up and get angry when he wakes up."
Qiqi: “…”
It is really hard to predict Tang Jue's changeable temperament.
The housekeeper handed her the blanket and said, "Miss Qi, go ahead."
"What if he gets angry at me?"
"I'm sure he won't lose his temper." The housekeeper smiled. "Even if he does lose his temper, knowing that you care about him, all his anger will subside."
Qiqi took the blanket and held it in her hands. Then, as if she had just realized what the housekeeper said, she turned around and explained softly, "I don't care about him."
The butler smiled and said nothing.
Qiqi felt that she really wasn't concerned about Tang Jue. Even if she was, it was just out of humanitarianism, basic concern for a seriously ill person. Moreover, this patient had cared about her feet two days ago.
Thinking of this, Qiqi felt much more relieved.
Holding the blanket, she walked over lightly. She lowered her eyes to look at him and gently covered him with the blanket. He didn't know whether he had not fallen asleep in the first place or was awakened by her. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw her, with a faint smile on his lips.
At this time when he had no offensive power, the smile was stunning and gentle. Qiqi was startled and lost in thought for a moment. When she came to her senses, Tang Jue had already stretched out his hand and lazily wrapped it around her waist.
She woke up with a start, "Tang Jue..."
"Sit down, don't move." His voice was thick with nasal sounds. With a little force from his arms, he pushed her to sit down beside him. She subconsciously wanted to get up, and he tilted his head and rested it lazily on her shoulder.
His whole body was hot.
It's a bit too hot.
Breathing is also heavy.
Moreover, the tip of his nose was touching her neck.
Although she was sitting under the air-conditioning vent, Qiqi felt like she was about to break out in a sweat.
"You... just sleep with your pillow." Qiqi said as she reached out to pull the pillow next to her.
"You are softer than a pillow, and it is more comfortable to sleep on. I would rather sleep on you than on a pillow..." He did not open his eyes, his voice was lazy, and his breath sprayed on her skin. Qiqi felt itchy, and the itch penetrated into her heart, making her feel uneasy.
She clutched the pillow and looked down at him. He was a favorite of God. His eyelashes were very long and his facial features were just right. He was a little coquettish, but still masculine. Even though he was sick now, he still had a kind of sick beauty.
Qiqi couldn't help but think that she really didn't know what kind of woman could control a man like this.
Wen Xin? Wen Xin was such a beauty, but standing next to him, her brilliance was actually suppressed.
"Is your foot okay?" Just as she was daydreaming, his voice rang out again.
Qiqi suddenly came back to her senses and only said "hmm" in a daze.
Then, silence.
After a while, he spoke lazily again: "Did you really throw away the medicine I bought?"
“… Yeah.” Qiqi looked away and looked straight ahead.
Actually, no, it's still in the drawer.
Tang Jue snorted and said nothing else. Qiqi could feel that he was unhappy. She tensed up, checked the time, and turned to look out the window.
"Sit with me for a moment. Why are you so restless?"
She bit her lip for a long while, and then replied with just one word, "... Yeah."
Tang Jue's expression turned colder, and he suddenly raised his head from her shoulder, leaned back, and leaned on the sofa. Then, he raised his voice nonchalantly, "Ask Jian Qing to call Officer Huang. Tell him that if he doesn't come within ten minutes, he will never come again."
These words were given to the butler standing by.
The butler took the advice and turned to leave the hall.
Now, Qiqi and Tang Jue were the only ones left in the hall. Although Tang Jue was leaning against the bed, he was becoming more and more drowsy.
A minute later, Qiqi frowned, but couldn't help herself: "Tang Jue."
He didn't respond. She half-knelt on the sofa and gently pushed him, "Tang Jue, wake up."
"Hmm?" He didn't open his eyes and his voice was muffled.
Qiqi put her hand on his forehead and was shocked, "How high is your fever?"
“… Almost 40.”
“… You need to go to the hospital.” Why record a statement
Tang Jue opened his eyelids with difficulty, "You care about me?"