Ji Xiang was worried, and he no longer tabooed any male and female defenses, so he went in in a hurry. As expected, he saw Song Tong falling into a deep sleep. His originally fair face was now blushing from the heat. Ji Xiang bent down and held him up with one hand. He touched his forehead and put one hand on Song Tong's forehead. He immediately felt something bad. Song Tong's forehead was extremely hot.
"Dad, my brother's fever is so bad, I'm afraid he won't be able to cure it just by taking medicine," Ji Xiang hurriedly pulled Song Fu outside and said in a deep voice, "In Princess Duan Hui Heshuo's mansion, there was a boy who also suffered from the wind and cold in winter. The fever was so bad that I didn’t worry about it at that time. I just drank medicine blindly. Who would have expected that the fever would not go away the next night and I died in the room. I later asked the doctor for advice. Just drinking medicine was not enough. I also had to use a handkerchief. Just rub yourself down to cool down, that’s what will help.”
Song Fu was even more anxious: "My dear, you go and make some medicine, and I'll wipe Tong'er's body."
"Okay," Ji Xiang nodded hurriedly, looking outside and said, "Just use snow water to wipe your brother's body. The cold snow will not hurt you."
"good."
At that moment, the father and daughter got busy. Ji Xiang found a medicine pot and herbs to prepare medicine for Song Tong, while Song Fu wiped Song Tong's body.
By the time Jixiang finished boiling a bowl of soup, Song Fu had already wiped Song Tong's body twice. After all, he was in his sixties. By this time, he was already breathing heavily from exhaustion. Jixiang was so busy. He helped him sit down at the table, and while making tea for him, he said: "Dad, please rest here for a while. I'll give my brother some soup, and then I'll make breakfast with you."
"My daughter, you can go ahead. I'm not hungry either." Song Fu reached out and patted Ji Xiang, feeling increasingly satisfied with his daughter.
"Hey!" Jixiang responded, then carried the soup and went behind the screen. As soon as she saw Song Tong's exposed shoulders, Jixiang immediately blushed. She hesitated for a long time, but finally walked over, just a pair of My eyes didn't know where to look.
"Brother, I'm here to feed you some medicine," Jixiang said softly. Song Tong fell asleep, so naturally he wouldn't answer. Jixiang had no choice but to put the medicine bowl on the table, then leaned down to help Song Tong, and faced him. A soft pillow was stuffed behind him and he was half-lying like this. Just when she was about to pull away her hand, she was suddenly held by Song Tong. Ji Xiang's eyes widened immediately. She stared at him holding her hand tightly. The man's hand was in his own hand, and he quickly turned his head and looked outside. Fortunately, there was a screen across it, so Song Fu wouldn't see it. Ji Xiang breathed out softly, and went over to gently break Song Tong's hand. , while whispering, "Brother, you...it's time to drink medicine."
Song Tong's hand was very red, hot, and very strong. He held Jixiang so tightly that Jixiang felt like half of his body was on fire. Although he was nearly thirty years old, this was Jixiang's first time. Having such an intimate contact with the opposite sex made Ji Xiang feel anxious and embarrassed. Although she knew that Song Tong was sleeping and unaware of anyone else's affairs, she was really afraid that Song Fu would barge in unexpectedly. She was so anxious that she almost cried: "Brother, don't be like this... "
"Yu'er, Yu'er..."
Song Fu made a hoarse voice. His voice was low and hoarse. Of course, Ji Xiang couldn't hear clearly. Just looking at his lips that kept opening and closing, Ji Xiang's face suddenly turned redder. He paused and looked cautiously. She put her ear to it, and then she felt the man's breath on her cheek. Her heart almost jumped into her throat, but when she heard clearly what Song Fu was saying, her face Suddenly he froze and sat upright in a hurry.