The arm obviously touched a heat source, like a hot water bag.
He turned his face in the darkness and saw clearly the shape of the hot water bag. He was a curled man.
Qin Songyao.
She had crossed the line and moved to him at some point, her head was buried in the quilt, a skull top was exposed, and her forehead was pressed against his arm.
He felt hot and was about to pull out his arm when he heard her humming unnaturally, he suddenly realized that she had a fever.
"Qin Songyao?"
"Um……"
Sure enough, I couldn't wake up.
Pick.
He raised his body and turned on the light at the head of the bed.
I took a look at the time and it was only two o'clock in the morning.
The "Yankou" in the hall has not been finished yet, and you can vaguely hear the sound of chanting scriptures.
He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from Qin Songyao, and walked out in his clothes.
At this time, Wen Yan was already asleep. When he heard the knock on the door outside, he thought something had happened, so he quickly got up.
As soon as the door opened, I didn't expect it was Bo Siyan.
"Young Master?"
"Take some antipyretics, cold medicines, give me some."
Wen Yan reacted and realized that it was Qin Songyao who was ill.
"Yes, wait a moment."
He returned to the room and confirmed that Wenyu was not awakened. He went to take out the medicine box, picked out the medicine Bo Siyan asked for, and also took a pack of anti-heat patches.
"No need for this." Bo Siyan returned the anti-heat patch.
Wenyan said: "This will relieve the fever quickly."
He said, adding: "Women are different from us, and they are not that capable of carrying them."
Bo Siyan glanced at him and wanted to say, do you think anyone is fish?
Thinking about it again, Qin Songyao is indeed crispy, not much better than hearing.
He took the anti-heating sticker and walked back.
Inside the room, Qin Songyao was interesting. He was so hot that he didn't kick the quilt, but instead completely retracted himself into the quilt.
Bo Siyan didn't know.
Before Qin Songyao fell asleep, she felt like she was going to have a fever and was drowsy. She still remembered that she had to cover her and sweat, and she never forgot when she fell asleep.
Bo Siyan sat beside the bed and looked at the medicine little by little.
When he glanced at the drug instructions, he couldn't help but complain about the banquet.
Wenyu has long been adults, and the medicine he takes is still a suspension that children take. Don’t think about it, I guess I will coax it to take every time.
He turned his head and looked at the lump in the quilt, not knowing if a bottle is enough to cure.
Fortunately, there is also a bag of fever-reducing stickers.
He pulled Qin Songyao out of the quilt, looked closely, and the cruelty that he was about to give her medicine was gone.
Sweat in the forehead.
Tsk.
There was no choice but to get up and twist the towel first.
When he wiped Qin Songyao's face, he remembered the words of the two little novice monks.
She defeated him.
All aspects.
He hadn't had a good sleep for two days. He thought he would be safe tonight, but he would have to serve her.
Thinking of this, wiping your face turned into a gentle rubbing of your face.
Qin Songyao felt discomfort, said "um" twice, and struggled to hide.
Bo Siyan shouted, grabbed her and wiped her face hard, and also had her neck.
Qin Songyao opened his eyes in a daze, not seeing clearly what was in front of him.
I vaguely felt something touching my lips.
The man ordered: "Open your mouth."
She could hear clearly, but her head was slow to react.
The man tsk, simply pinched her cheeks and forced her to open her mouth.
She hummed twice, not very happy.
She can understand and can tell herself.
While struggling slightly, the man had already supported her chin and poured sweet liquid in.
It's a familiar taste.
She stopped struggling and let him get it.
She suspected that she had dreamed, so she could drink the sweet medicine she had when she was a child.