"You go upstairs first, I'll find a thermometer before coming over."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled and he patiently reminded him.
He is too hot.
Fu Yanye lost her warmth in his hand, and looked at her with a begging look, "I don't want you to go."
"I'll be back soon."
Zhuo Jian's voice became soft and soft.
"No need, stay with me for a while."
Fu Yanye held her slender wrist again, and as Zhuo Jian's attention, his body slowly leaned forward.
"Fu Yanye, you are sick, we..."
"Don't leave."
Fu Yanye put himself in her arms.
At that moment, silence replaced all reasons.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and unconsciously placed his hand on his short hair.
My eyes were inexplicably hot.
Why does he seem...
Need someone to accompany you very much.
His heart is actually lonely?
Zhuo Jian touched his hair and said three words softly: "I won't leave."
But now he is like this, she has to determine how much fever he has reached and see which antipyretic medicine he takes.
She sent WeChat messages with her mobile phone and then stayed with him on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian suddenly wondered, could she be too much?
He was under great pressure after he lost his memory, and she even wanted to be angry with him.
But sometimes, it becomes like that.
I don’t know how long it took for me to blame myself, but my aunt brought the thermometer from another house.
Zhuo Jian helped him take his body temperature, thirty-eight degrees and seven degrees.
She knew it was very tall, but it was very hot to touch.
But when she saw that number, she was still anxious.
Why did he have a fever just the right time last time? How long has it been?
"Prepare a bowl of noodles and make a cup of antipyretics, and the brand I used last time."
Zhuo Jian explained softly.
"Okay, I'll go right now."
The aunt could hardly hear the sound, so she nodded and went to prepare immediately.
A big thunder came out, and Zhuo Jian looked out.
Today, I am destined to be unable to get out.
She looked down at the person who was sleeping in her legs and suddenly became warm inside.
It seems like I haven't felt this way for a long time.
He was just where she could touch, without any warning or scrutiny.
Zhuo Jian gently touched his hair, and when he accidentally found that his face was close to her lower abdomen, a heat suddenly surged in his heart.
It's both surprised and happy.
He was close to their princess like that.
Will their princess feel it?
He used to hope that she could have a daughter.
But it was my son who came.
This time, he finally got what he wanted.
But……
The light that suddenly rose in her eyes darkened little by little.
He hasn't greeted them with the princess yet.
As soon as I know, I suspect it is someone else's child.
Zhuo Jian complained about this and slowly leaned back, gently stroked his hand from his hair to the back of his neck.
It was amazingly hot there.
When she was a child, her mother would pinch her neck when she had a fever.
His hands unconsciously moved on his neck.
Fu Yanye suddenly turned over.
She raised her hand and looked at him sincerely and dullly.
Fu Yanye's black eyes were also staring at her.
He looked tired and...
Zhuo Jian felt that he was about to see a hole in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to cover his hands.
But in the end, it was not taken action.
The two of them just looked at each other, and they just looked at each other.
Nothing shocking happened.
There is no word either.
But before her heart was about to jump out, he suddenly came to her eyes.
"Um."
"Did you hurt?"
His lips pressed against hers, hot and heavy.
Zhuo Jian looked at the person who suddenly left him, but his heart was still beating like thunder.
Why did he kiss her suddenly?
She couldn't speak, and her voice seemed to be blocked by something.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, and I didn't know how many times she went back and forth between her eyes and lips.
He was unwilling to accept it.
that's all.
But then she looked at her eyes that she intended to keep a distance and felt her hot breathing.
Fu Yanye moved his eyes away while Zhuo Jian's gaze, put his long legs on the ground, and sat next to her in the same position as her.
He felt that he was too weak.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in a blink of an eye, wondering why he suddenly got up.
But Fu Yanye couldn't help but squeeze the back of his neck hard.
Just now, the woman's hands were soft and cold, and he felt that it was not his problem, and he couldn't stand it if it were any one.
“Isn’t it on a business trip?”
He distracted his attention.
“It was, but it was raining.”
Zhuo Jian responded calmly, still looking at him.
Fu Yanye looked out the window and suddenly smiled.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Some people's laughter is fatal.
"Or God's will."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he also looked at her in a blink of an eye.
Both of them were slumped on the sofa and looked at each other with their own thoughts.
However, something called the quiet time has grown in the space.
Is God's will?
Or.
Not long after, Fu Yanye leaned against her shoulder again, and asked her in a low voice: "Don't you wish me a happy birthday?"
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, just looked down at the person leaning against his shoulder.
Although he didn't say anything, she just felt that he was unhappy.
Is it because I have known each other for too long?
That's why he felt his thoughts so quickly.
"Fu Yanye."
"Um?"
"Happy birthday."
“…”
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but just looked up at her again.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were clear and gentle, and he smiled, "Congratulations on being one year older."
“…”
Fu Yanye was silent, but when he saw the sudden playfulness in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel excited again.
Zhuo Jian saw the dissatisfaction in his eyes and scrutiny, and then...
provocative?
Or should you conquer?
Zhuo Jian's heart thumped. Before he could come back to his senses, the man's hot breath suddenly approached again.
Her warm and soft lips were about to be sucked by him again.
Just in the last second, he suddenly stopped.
Just her phoenix eyes narrowed and stared at her nervous look.
"You want to be glad that I have a fever."
"What?"
Zhuo Jian leaned back slightly and kept a distance from him and asked him.
"I don't want to bully pregnant women."
Fu Yanye explained.
“…”
"few……"
When Zhuo Jian was stunned, the aunt suddenly pushed open the door and came in. Fu Yanye glanced at her eyes and moved away when he heard the door ringing, then threw herself back and sat next to her.
The aunt lowered her head and brought two bowls of noodles over, "Mrs. You can also eat some with the young master. It is a blessing to eat Changshou noodles."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, but couldn't help but go to see him again.
He had leaned over, and although he looked very tired, he picked up a bowl of noodles.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and thought he was hungry.
As a result, he didn't raise his head, just delivered a bowl to her, and then took another bowl, "Together."
Zhuo Jian casually reached out his hand and followed the face he gave him, leaning forward like him.
The couple pressed their elbows on their thighs, holding their faces with one hand and chopsticks with the other, and couldn't help but look at each other.