Lu Qilin, who is obsessed with mysophobia, had a gloomy face.
His cold eyes revealed a hint of displeasure, and he walked into the bathroom with a serious expression, washed his hands twice with hand soap, and then returned.
Standing by the bed, looking at Lu Che who was sleeping soundly with a red face, and then looking at the two pills dropped on the floor under the bed, Lu Qilin decided not to care about the life or death of this ignorant little subordinate.
He walked to the other end of the big bed, pulled up the quilt and prepared to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
But just as she got on the bed, her cold and deep phoenix eyes unconsciously swept over Lu Che's slightly pouting mouth.
He knew that people with high fever would have difficulty breathing, so they would breathe with their mouths open like that.
His eyes were inevitably attracted by Lu Che's stupid and annoying appearance. Lu Qilin recalled the time when he lost his mother when he was a child.
He is studying alone at the Military Academy in City B. He wants to know everything about his mother, but he cannot ask anyone.
The old man at that time was very cold. Without Mommy, he had no smile.
There was no one else around little Lu Qilin except Lu Che, who was of the same age.
I still remember that it was also a winter like this when the little boy stubbornly did exercises that far exceeded his body's endurance.
It was a snowy day, and I had a fever that night after returning from training.
It was not until midnight that night that Lu Che discovered that he had a high fever, but he was very stubborn at that time and did not allow Lu Che to tell his father who was far away in City A.
That night, my forehead felt very hot but my body felt very cold.
Finally, Lu Che found some antipyretic medicine for him to take, and then held him in his arms and slept all night.
It can be said that he and Lu Che have been relying on each other like this.
Lu Qilin's cold eyes were fixed on Lu Che's slightly opened mouth...
He didn't know how long he had been looking at it, but he suddenly propped himself up, stretched out his long arm to the bedside table on Lu Che's side, and took the cup and pills placed on it.
The man raised his head quickly and took a sip of warm water.
The cold and hard jawline reflects a sexy light under the light.
Putting down the water cup, Lu Qilin picked up Lu Che, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, again.
He held her head with one hand, pried open her little mouth with the other hand, and stuffed the pill in.
Before Lu Che could spit out the pill, he lowered his head and blocked the little mouth that had just opened.
Warm water poured into Lu Che's mouth, pushing the bitter pill deep into her throat.
The antipyretic medicine was white, large and bitter, but the strange thing was that when Lu Qilin's thin lips touched Lu Che's lips, apart from a slight bitterness at the beginning, there was no taste at all.
Afterwards, the man's mouth was filled with a familiar sweet smell.
He knew that this was the unique sweet smell of Lu Che, the smell of that sissy shower gel that she liked.
Lu Qilin kissed Lu Che, no, he was giving Lu Che the necessary first aid measures, but his brows were tightly furrowed.
If Lu Che was awake, he would definitely think that the eldest master's frowned eyebrows were so tight that they could almost kill a mosquito.
Feeling that Lu Che had calmed down and stopped resisting after a brief struggle, Lu Qilin prepared to retreat.
Unexpectedly, just as his lips left for a few inches, Lu Che's body began to tremble slightly, as if he was about to cough.
The slightly cool thin lips quickly covered it again.
Just blocking Lu Che's mouth like this didn't seem to work. After Lu Qilin struggled for a few seconds, she pried open Lu Che's lips and stuck her long tongue in to wrap around her small, warm tongue.
The white pill stuck on the root of Lu Che's tongue was rolled up by Lu Qilin's action. (To be continued)