Lu Zechen hummed, his face still in front of her, "Try to see if I have a fever."
His body was indeed very hot. Gu Lian hesitated and raised his hand.
Lu Zechen understood and immediately put his forehead on her palm.
"Is it hot?" he asked.
Gu Lian retracted her hand, opened the drawer and took the ear thermometer, "Why do I think you are quite excited?"
"I'm going to have a fever, you have to take care of me like you take care of me every year, right?"
Gu Lian was speechless.
"Lower your head," she said.
Lu Zechen immediately lowered his head.
She turned sideways, her face just level with his head, stretched out her hand, her movements were gentler than usual, and pressed her ear into his ear.
Click.
Take it out and take a look.
She snorted, "It's thirty-seven degrees and you're like this?"
"impossible!"
The man grabbed the Erwen Mucang, stared at it, still didn't believe it, and measured it himself.
The result is the same, thirty-seven degrees.
"There's something wrong with your piece of shit."
He threw the temperature log away, stretched out his paw, and held her hand again.
"Remember, Teacher Lu taught you even though you were sick."
Gu Lian: "..."
Hey, he was forced to take the disease.
He put one hand on his left side, leaned close to her, and read every word he wrote to her.
Gu Lian couldn't bear to ask him what he meant, lest the guy get too proud.
They are so close to each other, their breaths are mingling, and they are both hot and hot.
In the middle of the process, Gu Lian turned his face several times and just caught the scene of the man's Adam's apple sliding up and down.
Her eyes flashed slightly and she avoided her face.
"What's going on?"
The signature pen suddenly stopped producing water, and Lu Zechen stopped.
Gu Lian took a look and said, "The pen refill is out of ink."
"You only have a pen?" Lu Zechen looked around and clicked his tongue, "Are you so picky?"
Gu Lian pouted, "This is sixty-eight pieces."
"You can't afford two?"
Gu Lian: "...just change the refill."
She tried to get up, but was pushed down again by the person behind her.
"Where is it? I'll get it."
"Next door, on the second floor of the bookshelf, there is a gift box."
"OK."
The man straightened up.
The hot breath was reduced by half, and Gu Lian felt that the air temperature had dropped a bit.
She moved forward, wrapped the cold pen cap in her palm, and rolled it on her cheek, trying to cool down.
Lu Zechen opened the door and went out. If there was any warmth, the warmth dissipated a lot, giving Gu Lian a chance to breathe.
As soon as the door closed, Lu Zechen's phone vibrated several times in succession.
Gu Lian glanced at it and naturally wouldn't touch it.
Immediately afterwards, there was another bombardment of phone calls.
She picked up her phone and walked to the door, "Hey, your phone is ringing."
Lu Zechen was next door, rummaging for pen refills, and shouted, "Bring it over on speakerphone. It's probably the secretary who reminded me of my schedule."
Gu Lian didn't answer immediately, and pushed open the next door. Lu Zechen was holding the gift box and taking the refill, and he didn't have any hands for a moment.
He glanced at her and said, "Take it."
Gu Lian didn't pay attention, answered the call casually, pressed the speakerphone and placed it on the table.
"Master!! Miss Zhao committed suicide by driving her car!"
Suddenly, Awen's voice rushed out from inside.
Lu Zechen made a move.
Gu Lian's body also stiffened for a moment.
"Master?!" Awen shouted again, no matter what the situation, he shouted directly: "I heard that we are in the emergency room of the hospital. My wife asked us to find you. She said that Miss Zhao is still conscious and unwilling to enter the operating room. We must see you.
That’s all.”
He finished talking in one breath without giving Lu Zechen a chance to turn off the speakerphone.