At seven o'clock, there was still no movement in Song Ci's room.
Jiang Xingzhou shook his head to keep himself awake.
Lying on his back on the sofa, Jiang Xingzhou felt that he could not hold on any longer.
But he couldn't fall asleep, he had to stay awake and wait until Song Ci came out.
Looking up, he saw Wangcai still floating in the air.
Wangcai was so pitiful, he stayed on the ceiling for two days.
Jiang Xingzhou stood up, pulled Wangcai's leash and pulled the whole dog over.
Sitting back on the sofa, Jiang Xingzhou found a way to make things happy and let Wangcai sit next to him, waiting for its owner with him.
By half past seven, Jiang Xingzhou had already started chatting with Wangcai, asking Wangcai why his owner hadn't come out yet.
He was replied by Wangcai with a half-smile on his face.
Perhaps he finally realized that the way he talked to Wangcai was a bit silly, Jiang Xingzhou tied the rope to the coffee table and took out his cell phone.
I want to send a message to ask, but I don’t know how to say it.
Jiang Xingzhou hesitated for a while, and finally found the cutest emoticon pack from the one Wu Hangfei gave him and sent it over.
But just sending emoticons seemed insincere enough, so Jiang Xingzhou gritted his teeth and talked to himself.
Xingyunzaizhou: Good morning, Cici. blush.jpg
Xingyunzaizhou: Let's have breakfast together this morning? Fingers.jpg
Xingyunzaizhou: What do you want to eat? Porridge? Soy milk? Or something else
Xingyunzaizhou: There seems to be Hu La Tang in the breakfast shop. I wonder if you have ever tried it. Do you want us to change the flavor today
The Clouds Carry the Boat: Young Xiong Er blushes.jpg
He sent several messages unknowingly. He looked back at the first sentence he sent and called Song porcelain "ci ci" again.
This was the name he came up with after careful consideration last night following Wu Hangfei's suggestion.
He had heard Song Ci's mother call her this. Doesn't it make their relationship seem closer
But if Song Ci comes out later, he will definitely call it Song Ci after a long time. The name Ci Ci, even though there are no other words, gives people a very corny feeling.
I can’t shout out yet, and I don’t dare to shout out.
After entertaining himself for a while, Song Ci still didn't react.
It's almost eight o'clock. According to past experience, Song Ci should have woken up.
Did I see him sitting in the living room today, instead of going out
Are you really angry
Jiang Xingzhou suddenly panicked.
This won't do, he finally understood his feelings.
Xingyunzaizhou: Cici, are you awake
Xingyunzaizhou: Have you seen the news
Xingyunzaizhou: Don’t ignore my message. Even if you are angry, you should tell me.
Xingyunzaizhou: Don’t just say a word, even just reply with a punctuation mark to tell me that you have read the message.
Xingyunzaizhou: No, I’m not forcing you, I’m just, just.
Moving clouds carry the boat: Song Dynasty porcelain.
The cursor flickered again and again in the dialog box. Jiang Xingzhou typed and deleted a few simple words, and deleted and typed again.
Just when he made up his mind to confess, Song Ci actually replied to the message.
Song Dynasty Porcelain:.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
ah
Is it really just a punctuation mark that you replied with
However, knowing that Song Ci had seen everything and was just angry with him and didn't want to reply, Jiang Xingzhou felt a little relieved. At least he wouldn't die in obscurity.
Xingyunzaizhou: I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it those two days.
Before he could finish his follow-up words, Song Ci sent a fourteen-second voice message.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
And this benefit
However, after clicking it, Jiang Xingzhou was no longer happy.
"Jiang Xingzhou, I seem to have a fever, can you come over here?"
He spoke slowly, his voice was extremely weak and intermittent. No wonder it took so long to finish a sentence.
Jiang Xingzhou sat up from the sofa and ran to Song Ci's room without thinking.
When he reached the door, Jiang Xingzhou suddenly felt scared again.
Does this mean that he is going to enter Song Ci's boudoir
Jiang Xingzhou heard Song Ci's weak voice again in his ears. He stopped hesitating and threw away these meaningless things and opened the room.
Not in the mood to look at the layout of the room, Jiang Xingzhou went straight to his destination, where Song Ci was lying on the edge of the bed.
Jiang Xingzhou walked over quickly and placed his palm on Song Ci's forehead without saying a word.
The temperature of his palms was already high, and now even when it met Song Ci's forehead, he had to admit defeat.
Song Dynasty porcelain is not only popular, but also of high quality.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" he asked while lifting Song Ci's hair.
Song Ci's mind was confused because of her illness, and her reaction was a little slow. After hesitating for a few seconds, she said: "Dizziness, heavy head, and other things... hmm."
She stopped reporting her symptoms, held her breath, and stared at Jiang Xingzhou who was right in front of her.
While she was speaking, Jiang Xingzhou pushed aside the bangs of both of them, then leaned over and pressed his forehead against Song Ci's.
He explained: "Be good and don't move yet, so the measurement can be accurate."
Jiang Xingzhou's expression was extremely serious, as if he had encountered some serious problem.
This posture could easily arouse people's imagination, but Jiang Xingzhou was not in a romantic mood.
Song Ci blinked blankly and a "hmm" came out of her throat.
Her cheeks continued to heat up because of Jiang Xingzhou's actions. She thought that Jiang Xingzhou's measurement would be even less accurate this time.
Sure enough, Jiang Xingzhou stood up and muttered, "Why is it even hotter than before?"
"Are you dressed? I'll take you to the hospital," he asked.
Song Ci felt even more ashamed, but being sick was not pleasant, so for the sake of her own health, she nodded and said, "Put it on."
"Then I'll take you straight to the hospital now. Can you get up by yourself?"
"But I'm wearing a nightgown," Song Ci whispered, "I want to change my clothes."
Jiang Xingzhou: "...Okay, I'll wait for you outside. Call me if you need anything."
He was really anxious and didn't mind taking some time to change his clothes.
Jiang Xingzhou walked out of Song Ci's room, looking back every few steps.
After leaving the room, he dug out a thermometer from some corner, disinfected it with an alcohol wipe, and asked Song Ci to put it on later.
After packing up the things she was going to take with her, Song Ci came out of the room and walked towards this side with unsteady steps.
Jiang Xingzhou saw it and quickly walked over to support him: "Everything is ready, put this under your armpit and measure the temperature first."
Song Ci took it obediently, and under Jiang Xingzhou's gaze, she suppressed her shyness and leaned forward slightly, then clipped the thermometer under her armpit from her collar.
In this situation, the redness of her cheeks made Jiang Xingzhou feel like she had a fever and he felt so distressed.
She was already very small, and her weak appearance due to the fever made her look even smaller and more pitiful.
"Please take me to a nearby clinic. The hospital is too far away."
Song Ci's lips turned pale and her eyes became a little dull.
Jiang Xingzhou refused: "No, the clinic is not formal, let's go to the hospital."
"It's okay, the clinic is very good, and the doctors are all qualified to open the clinic." Song Ci tried to play the victim, "The hospital is so far away, I feel bad."
Jiang Xingzhou was instantly convinced: "Okay, then I'll check the nearest clinic."