The road ahead of the two of them was only fifty meters.
But it took more than ten minutes to walk down.
How he left, Mo Xier himself didn't know.
When I entered the house, I was completely wet.
"I'm going to take a shower first!" She put the umbrella aside, changed into slippers, and walked upstairs.
Qing Muchen behind him seemed to be preparing to take one leg and go upstairs. However, seeing her movement, the leg that had been stretched out was retracted.
After Mo Xi'er went up, he didn't come out for a long time.
Women always spend a lot of time in the bathroom, taking a bubble bath, blowing their hair, and tossing and turning, and dozens of minutes pass by.
Mo Xi'er was only busy with herself and forgot that Qing Muchen got caught in the rain.
Qing Muchen was still in the living room when he changed into clean clothes and walked downstairs wrapped in a coat.
His clothes were very wet, and a large circle around him was covered with water stains.
Mo Xier stood on the stairs and stared at him, looking at the water stains around him, feeling a little guilty, "I've washed it."
Qing Muchen just glanced at her coolly, without making any comments about her occupying the bathroom for so long, and passed her upstairs.
He went upstairs and didn't come down for a long time.
Mo Xier thought that he might have been busy with his own affairs and ignored him, so he spent the entire afternoon and evening downstairs.
After chatting with Dad Mo for a long time, it was already twelve o'clock when I returned to my bedroom upstairs.
There was only a small lamp left in the room. Qing Muchen was lying on his back, his eyes lightly closed, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.
For once, he actually went to bed earlier than her.
Mo Xi'er still didn't care, lifted the sheets and fell asleep next to him.
When she was awake, she was lying on the same bed as Qing Muchen. She usually kept as far away from him as she could.
The two of them slept on the inner end of the bed and the other on the outer end. They slept like this until midnight. Mo Xier fell asleep, probably confused, and fell asleep in Qing Muchen's arms by following the heat source.
She didn't realize it at all, she just dug in wherever there was warmth.
The whole body was close to his arms, and she fell asleep for a few more minutes. She seemed to be startled by something, and her eyes suddenly opened.
Mo Xier's hand found the face of the man next to him in the darkness, and Mo Xi'er placed her palm on his side and forehead, "Qing Muchen!"
The man lying next to him didn't answer, and there was only heavy breathing in the room.
The sound of breathing that was too heavy did not sound like a normal human being, but more like...
Got a fever
Mo Xier's hand probed his forehead again, feeling the hot heat in her palm. She felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice on her, and in an instant, all her sleepiness disappeared.
So hot!
"Wait, I'll help you find medicine!" Without thinking, she opened the sheets, got out of bed, fumbled for the light next to the bed and turned on the light. She rummaged through the room to find the medicine box, but couldn't find the antipyretic medicine, so she took a strip The towels were transferred downstairs.
A few minutes later, she ran up to him and sat down next to him. She placed the towel on his forehead.
Qing Muchen's eyes seemed to be closed, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.
Mo Xier sat next to him and looked at him quietly, her heart beating very fast.
For a grown man, and a man who has always been in good health, what does it mean to have a fever? What's there to worry about
Mo Xi'er knew Qing Muchen's physique very well, but feeling the temperature of his body, she was still frightened by him.