Lu Qilin lifted the quilt a little with his hand, and grabbed Lu Che, who was in a drowsy sleep, out of the quilt.
Seeing her little red face, Lu Qilin's eyes dimmed.
A big palm was placed on her forehead, and sure enough, it was hot to the touch.
In the quilt just now, he wanted to pull Lu Che up, but the moment he touched her arm, he was shaken by the heat from his palm.
Lu Che had a fever.
Reminiscent of how she stayed in her room for a whole day after she was sent back from weight training today, Lu Qilin knew that Lu Che's fever was probably caused by the long-term lack of exercise and the soreness and fever of his muscles.
He originally wanted to let her exercise and strengthen her training, but he didn't expect to beat her to the ground in just one blow.
Although this illness is related to Lu Che's slack training and weak physical fitness during this period.
But Lu Qilin, as Lu Che's immediate superior, was more or less to blame.
The man's displeased deep eyes flashed a hint of obscurity, and he put Lu Che back under the quilt, rescinding his decision to kick him out of bed.
He went downstairs to find antipyretics in the medicine cabinet, poured a glass of warm water, and returned to the room.
He personally helped Lu Che, who was already in a daze from the fever, to lean against his arms, opened her mouth, and let her take medicine.
Who knows, even though the fever has reached the point where he doesn't know what Xixi is, Lu Che still has the fear of drugs in his bones.
Without even opening his eyes, Lu Che sprayed out the bitter pill from his mouth.
Yes, it's spraying, not vomiting.
It sprayed directly on Lu Qilin's face, bounced it, and fell to the floor.
Lu Qilin: "..."
The man's face was surprisingly ugly, darker than the pot ash.
He knew Lu Che's problems from childhood to adulthood. When he was a child, Lu Che lived a life of a medicine jar, and he was afraid of eating bitter things.
A good man, but because of this he looks very weak.
If he hadn't followed him all the way from the military academy to the military headquarters with his unyielding determination, Lu Qilin would never have wanted this subordinate who was as weak as a chicken.
Although there was deep displeasure on his face, Lu Qilin still opened the new pill, opened Lu Che's mouth and threw it in again.
This time, after throwing in the pills, his big palm immediately covered Lu Che's little mouth that looked too rosy.
The soft and waxy lips were tightly pressed against his palm, making Lu Qilin's bottomless black pupils stained with a strange dark light.
Lu Qilin purposely ignored the touch from under his palm, the touch of those waxy and soft lips touching his palm.
However, even after such a toss, she still refused to swallow the pill without pouring water over Lu Che's mouth.
Instead, as if being strangled by someone's neck and struggling to die, she writhed and struggled violently in his arms with her eyes closed.
The flimsy pajamas were rubbing against each other to generate heat, and Lu Qilin's hard chest was rubbed against Lu Che's soft body as if it was about to catch fire.
The handsome and cold face of a man who had never been in such intimate contact with a human being gradually became strangely warm.
Lu Qilin wondered if he was infected by Lu Che.
Otherwise, how could there be the illusion of fever.
Seeing that Lu Che never swallowed the pill, but twisted and twisted more and more fiercely, Lu Qilin finally let go.
As soon as the big palm was removed, Lu Che, who was frowning tightly and closed his eyes, spit out the saliva-stained pill out of his mouth.
This time, the pill that smelled like Lu Che bounced on Lu Qilin's arm again, and then fell to the ground.
And the palm that the man took away was warm, and actually contained Lu Che's saliva!
[First update, there are two more before 19:30]