Bai Weiwei cried and cried, and gradually lost her voice. He Boan waited a little hesitantly for a while, then walked over and pulled her quilt away, and saw that she was actually asleep.
He shook her angrily, "Woman, wake up."
Bai Weiwei was tired, and she might have some negative effects when she came, causing her body to start to have a fever.
So now he is in a semi-conscious state, unable to respond to him at all.
"I have a fever and drink alcohol. I don't know how I will kill myself one day."
He Bo'an snorted coldly. He was standing naked and suddenly felt cold. Isn't there a heater
He reached for the remote control of the air conditioner, but there was no response when he pressed it.
Broken air conditioner, it was broken.
It's late autumn now, and it's especially shady at night.
He Bo'an frowned, walked out, came to his room, and found that the air conditioner was good.
Although all his things were taken away, the bedding was still there.
He Bo'an just lay down on the bed in his room, as long as he wasn't cold anyway, as for how Bai Weiwei cares about him.
He pulled the quilt and covered his head to go to sleep. He felt tired without rest for more than two days.
But for some reason, he turned it over and over, and his mind was full of how Bai Weiwei was crying miserably in front of him tonight.
When had he seen her so weak and humble.
It was as if all her hard shells had been shattered, leaving her soft interior.
And she has a fever, and there is no heating. I heard that someone who has a fever will die.
That woman is a scourge, she shouldn't die so easily.
He Bo'an turned around for several minutes, got up irritably, and rushed to Bai Weiwei's room to find that the woman didn't sleep well, and she kicked the quilt away, blushing like a monkey's butt.
This is simply courting death.
He Bo'an reached out and touched her forehead, which became even hotter.
Bai Weiwei was uncomfortably hot, and suddenly felt a little cold on her forehead, she couldn't help rubbing it, like a cat that couldn't wake up.
He Bo'an felt her gentle dawdling, and the bangs' hair was tied on the back of his hand, causing his skin to tremble.
He quickly took his hand back and threw it a few times, as if he could get rid of the feeling that Bai Weiwei gave him.
Then he immediately took out the antipyretic medicine from the medicine box, and this time she was asked to take the medicine.
He poured warm water, stuffed the medicine into her mouth, then reached out to prop her head up and fed her water.
As a result, Bai Weiwei's face was ugly, and she seemed to want to vomit again.
He Bo'an didn't know what was wrong, and his mind was full of thoughts of making her take the medicine. When he realized what he was doing, his lips had already sealed hers, and he forcefully and rudely forced her to swallow the medicine.
Bai Weiwei had difficulty breathing and quickly took the medicine.
And He Bo'an was like being struck by lightning, maintaining the motion of kissing her, stiff for several seconds.
Then he pushed Bai Weiwei away in one fell swoop, and his whole body burst into flames.
He hurried to rinse his mouth, and when he was done rinsing, he realized that he was holding Bai Weiwei's cup...
He Bo'an put the cup in his hand down, just like the world owed him eighty billion, and returned to Bai Weiwei.
"I really want to strangle you to death."
He Bo'an picked her up with the quilt and strode to his room.
He stuffed the person into his bed, put a pillow in the middle, and lay down on the other side.
"Just treat it as if I'm in a good mood. Anyway, after tomorrow, we won't be able to communicate with each other."