"Are you awake?" Han Xuejia put down the guitar and poured him a glass of water.
Marco let out a long ghostly cry like a chant.
"Xuejia, actually I like you very much, really-", Marco began to talk about his love in the fantasy world.
Maybe women just like men who are more romantic. I won't mention that anymore, Marco thought.
"Huh?" Han Xuejia couldn't help but blush and smile. Does this big pervert really like herself that much? Has he also fallen in love with her?
"You have a cold. Get up, drink some water, and take some medicine later."
She put down the cake, reached out and tried the wet clothes on the clothesline, and knew that Marco had caught a cold. Han Xuejia quickly cleaned up the pile of filth that Marco had vomited, and then opened the door to ventilate the room.
This pervert was in a daze and refused to take medicine, struggling like a butchering pig. Han Xuejia was so angry that she took off her shoes and jumped onto his bed. Regardless of whether she was a lady or not, Han Xuejia immediately rode on this boy.
She grabbed his head, pinched his nose and forced him to drink water, which resulted in a pillow full of water.
"Xuejia, I'm sorry for you, don't be afraid! I will be responsible for you. I really didn't know you were a virgin that night! And I didn't know about your pregnancy until later. If I had known I would have gone with you
I’m in the hospital. I really—”
Marco, who was spinning in the whirlpool, received Han Xuejia's voice signals in his brain, and he used his psychedelic imagination to transform these sound signals into images. Then, Han Xuejia dressed as an angel appeared in his maelstrom. Marco's toes
At one o'clock, he flew to Han Xuejia's side. He took Han Xuejia's hand and began to express his love and regret.
"This lunatic is probably suffering from a fever."
He woke up.
"Rogue! Psycho!" Han Xuejia slapped the guy hard.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It rained too much when I went out to buy train tickets, so I probably got wet."
She was dumbfounded by this sleepy big pervert.
Marco covered his burning face with some grievance.
This kid's fever hasn't gone away yet. He's just talking nonsense. It's disgusting! He's really a psycho! Han Xuejia thought.
"Hey, why are you so stunned?" Han Xuejia poked Marco.
"I'm a pervert! I'm sorry for you! I didn't know you were a virgin!"
"Oh - what time is it? Is it morning or evening?" Marco didn't have any strength in his body. He spent a lot of effort and sat up with the help of Han Xuejia.
Han Xuejia helped him wipe away the water on his neck, moved a small stool to sit at the door, and blankly counted the raindrops falling on the eaves.
The two of them had their own secrets, so they sat down together to start Marco Polo's 27th birthday dinner.
Han Xuejia couldn't help laughing when she saw Marco's funny look. She took the towel and wiped the cold sweat on Marco's forehead.
"It's almost seven o'clock in the evening. Here you go."
"Huh? Why?" Han Xuejia was a little surprised and grabbed Marco's calloused hand.
"ah--"
"I'm going to Jinan the day after tomorrow." Marco laughed.
"Xuejia, I'm sorry for you!" Marco grabbed her hand tightly.
Well, she must be shy. Anyway, she is a girl.
"Ah! Xuejia, I suffered retribution, I was struck by lightning! I love you, forgive me! Ah, I'm dead!" Marco grabbed the quilt tightly in horror, and then fell into a coma completely.
"Huh??" Han Xuejia's smile disappeared and her eyebrows were twisted into knots. What happened to this gangster?
"Huh???" Han Xuejia's eyes were already filled with anger and she raised her palms in the air.
"The morning after tomorrow? Jinan?" Han Xuejia was a little surprised. She didn't expect Marco to leave so soon.
"How long have you been here?" Marco shook his confused head slightly.
"Marco Polo, what's wrong with you?" Han Xuejia shook his head vigorously.
Han Xuejia tucked him in, opened her umbrella, and went to a nearby clinic to get some cold pills for Marco.
"Shut up!" Han Xuejia went crazy!
"Does he really love me?" Han Xuejia smiled.
"How do I know! Don't you have a fever? It's probably because of the internal heat and the swelling!" Han Xuejia couldn't help but laugh, "Get up and wash your face."
Han Xuejia thought Marco was drunk on the phone, but when she arrived at the hut, she discovered that the boy was sick.
Han Xuejia looked at her watch. It was already half past six in the afternoon and the sky was already dark.
"Snapped!"
After counting the raindrops all afternoon, the dead pig still didn't wake up.
10 Mental patients with cold and fever
"Marco Polo! Marco Polo!" Han Xuejia shook Marco gently, trying to wake him up.
"Come over quickly and eat cake!" Han Xuejia has already laid out dinner.
"Love? Really love?"
Maybe it’s time to take a man’s courage and face the cruel reality.
"Hmm? Already bought the train ticket?"
He stared blankly at the washbasin.
The cold water sobered up Marco's chaotic nerves, and he immediately thought of that terrible problem again.
"Snapped!!!"
Han Xuejia handed him the water, and Marco took a few sips to moisten his throat.
"Huh?" Han Xuejia felt a strange feeling in her heart when she heard him calling her name.
Marco turned his face with some resentment, looked at Han Xuejia lovingly, and then——
Marco was thinking wildly, and Han Xuejia didn't bother to pay attention to him.
"Xuejia - I - child - I'm sorry for you - Xuejia - how could I be pregnant - does it hurt -", it's nonsense.
Marco was confessing his sins in the arms of Angel Han Xuejia. Suddenly he felt a loud noise in his ears, and then a dazzling light flashed in front of his eyes. Ah! Marco understood, God has not forgiven his sins, God thundered
Cut yourself up!
"I want to go see Zhang Yang, and then go to Beijing from Jinan. Huh? Why does my cheek hurt so much?" Marco suddenly felt that the right half of his face seemed to be swollen.
Is this guy dreaming? Is he dreaming about himself? But why is he saying these incomprehensible words?
"Yeah", Marco no longer thought about the problem of his cheeks, and got out of bed to wash his face.
She slapped this lunatic so hard that even his mother couldn't recognize him.
What are you worrying about? Maybe you should procrastinate a little more.
I don't care about girls, it's like nothing happened.
Well, just pretend that that never happened——
She returned to the small room and fed Marco some pills.
"What's wrong with me?" Marco rubbed his temples, still having a splitting headache.
Feeling a little bored, Han Xuejia took off Marco's electric guitar and played "The Romance of Love" from memory.
Han Xuejia? This woman in front of me! What to do? What to do!
"Snapped!!"
"Xuejia, why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant? I will be responsible for you!"
Are all women today so **? Han Xuejia wants to take the responsibility herself?
"Ah? Xuejia?"
"Snapped!"
"Why did you go for an abortion? Aborted the child? Did it hurt?"
Anyway, the raw rice has been cooked and the child has been aborted.
"Well, here we come!" Marco smiled strangely and sat down swaggeringly.
This kid took that slap as thunder.
She touched the sleeping Marco's forehead. This touch scared her badly. Marco's hot forehead could almost fry an egg!
Being such a mother-in-law would make her feel embarrassed.
"I came here at half past one, and I found you as unconscious as a dead pig!" Han Xuejia complained coquettishly.