One Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Five LOVE Three

"Stars?" He was half asleep due to fever, and his voice was dry and hoarse. ┡When I opened my eyes and saw a worried little face, I felt like I was dreaming.

"You're burned." Song Zhixing leaned over to talk to him without even noticing himself. There was no coldness or indifference in his voice like before. She frowned and scolded, "Why are you so stupid, sleeping without clothes or covering yourself with a quilt?"

Tang Yu curled his lips and smiled. What should I do? Even hearing such scolding words made him feel happy.

His hot palm clasped her wrist, and his thumb gently rubbed her wrist bone. His eyes were half-closed, "It's okay, it's just a small problem. Just sleep for a while."

He said it was okay, but it didn't look like it was okay. The voice is mute.

He went out too early in the morning and walked around the ski resort for more than two hours. Even his good body couldn't bear it. When I came back and took a shower, I originally just wanted to sleep in bed for a while, but unexpectedly I fell asleep after a while. The cold added to the cold, and I caught a cold all of a sudden.

Song Zhixing touched his hand, and then quickly touched his chest, frowning more tightly, "I'll go find the thermometer. You lie down for a while."

Tang Yu didn't want her to go, so he tightened his grip on her hands. However, he was a patient now and his whole body was weak. Song Zhixing took off Tang Yu's hand without any effort and pressed it into the thick quilt. She turned around and went out, and when she closed the door, she looked back. He closed his eyes and slept there, in the quiet space, and could hear his unsmooth breathing. It was obvious that the fever was uncomfortable. I turned sideways several times but could not find a comfortable sleeping position.

Song Zhixing sighed and walked downstairs.

When she came into the hall, Little Snowball came out of the nest and rubbed at her feet.

"Good boy, Qiuqiu, mom doesn't have time to play with you now." Song Zhixing rummaged through the cabinets in the hall and said to himself: "Dad is sick, and mom has to find medicine for him now."

"Huh? Where is it?" She looked through many cabinets but couldn't find the medicine box. She became more and more anxious. Finally, I went from the hall to the kitchen and found the medicine box in the cabinet above the kitchen. There was a thermometer, but the medicine in the box made Song Zhixing wilted.

Not to mention the words on these medicines, she didn't recognize any of them. Even if she found the cold medicine accurately, they would all be expired.

She had to pour a cup of hot water first, plug in the straw, and go upstairs with the thermometer. Tang Yu was sleeping more deeply now. Song Zhixing did not wake him up. He put the thermometer under his arm and sat beside him to wait.

He had a terrible fever, and his pretty face was red.

Song Zhixing sat on the edge of the bed with his chin in his hands and watched, his long fingers couldn't help but trace across his deep and three-dimensional facial features.

Tang Yu, who was blushing like this, actually looked a little cute. Not at all like his usual serious and cold demeanor.

Song Zhixing looked a little lost in thought.

turn out to be……

Not only does she need his care, but occasionally, he also needs her.

The feeling of taking care of others is actually much better than being taken care of. It's just that she hates him being sick.

Song Zhixing couldn't help but tap his finger on the tip of his nose and muttered: "Idiot."

A fool who knows how to take care of her and always gives her tons of advice, but can't take care of himself.

Tang Yu seemed to feel her presence and raised his hand to grab her hand, but she quickly held it down and said, "Don't move around, we are taking your temperature!"

As if he heard her words, Tang Yu stopped moving, just curled his fingers and clasped her delicate fingers tightly.

Looking down at the two people's tightly intertwined fingers, Song Zhixing's heart fluctuated several times, feeling sad and reluctant to let go. As if she was tired, she struggled with the conflict, and finally, she grabbed his hand. She leaned over slightly, pressed her face against his chest, and listened to his heartbeat eagerly.

How great it would be if there weren't those cruel and bloody pasts between them.

After lying down for a while, I took out the thermometer. When I saw it, I was shocked.

It's already 39° and a half.

Song Zhixing was really at a loss now. She took the phone and dialed the local emergency number, but she couldn't understand a word the other person said. She tried to communicate in another language, but it was the other person's turn that she couldn't understand.

Looking at the phone, she felt extremely frustrated.

I would rather be the one who gets sick now.

Tang Yu will definitely take good care of himself.

She bit her lip and thought for a long time, and finally had to call Uncle Six for help. She looked up Tang Song's number from Tang Yu's cell phone and quickly dialed it.

The cell phone rang for a while before being picked up.

"Second brother, it's midnight now. You can't ruin my good life just because you have trouble with Xingxing and you can't have sex, right?" There is a time difference between the two places, and it's still midnight over there.

Tang Song's voice came from the mobile phone. With an intoxicating laziness and a rough breathing that makes people blush.

Song Zhixing could tell what he was busy with at the moment, and what he said made her face flush with embarrassment. If it weren't for Tang Yu's illness, she would have hung up the phone now.

"If you don't speak, I'll hang up. I'll get back to you later." Tang Song couldn't wait to hang up the phone when he didn't hear the answer from the person here.

Song Zhixing suddenly came back to his senses, "That, Uncle Six, it's me..."

Tang Song was stunned for a moment.

After a while, he seemed to have just come back to his senses. He changed his attitude and became serious, "Xingxing, what Uncle Liu said just now was just a joke on you. Don't take it to heart. I'm calling so late. In a hurry?"

Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu lying on the bed with worry, and couldn't be polite to Tang Song, "Second uncle is sick, and I haven't taken care of patients, so I can only ask you, sixth uncle."

Tang Song heard this and whispered to the woman beside him. Song Zhixing could faintly hear the other party's lazy "hmm" a few times. The voice made Song Zhixing feel a little familiar. If he heard it correctly, it should be Sister Liang Yan. Since the wedding of Sister Liang Yan and Tang Wushu was cancelled last time, the two have never talked about marriage again. I don't know how Uncle Wu and Miss Zhao are doing now.

Thinking of this, Song Zhixing stopped thinking. At this time, she still had the heart to think about other people's things.

"What's wrong? You just said that the second brother is sick, what's the situation?" Tang Song obviously walked out of the room, and his voice was a little higher at this time.

"It's just a fever. Almost 40°. We are abroad, I can't find a doctor, and there is no medicine around." Song Zhixing was anxious.

"Just a fever?"

"..."What do you mean by "just". Song Zhixing pouted in dissatisfaction, "Sixth Uncle, Second Uncle is really in a serious condition now. He is almost unconscious due to fever."

Tang Song could hear the anxiety in her tone and teased her with a smile, "Where is there no medicine around? I think there is."

"Huh?"

"Aren't you the best medicine?"

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