After eating, Song Yingwan still felt that her body was very sticky. She felt it carefully. Now her whole body was relaxed and her head was no longer groggy. She just wanted to get some hot water and simply wipe her body, otherwise she would definitely be very sticky at night. Uncomfortable.
There is a stove and hot water kettle at home, so it is not difficult to boil hot water.
She had just picked up the kettle and was about to put some water on it. When Xie Ci saw it, he came over and asked, "What's wrong? Do you want some water?"
"I want to wipe the sweat off my body with hot water."
"no."
The refusal was so merciless that Song Yingwan didn't even react for a moment.
As if he felt that his tone was too inappropriate, he added, "You are just fine today, your condition is not stable yet, you will be fine tomorrow."
She frowned slightly and tried to reason with him, "I'll just wipe it off and it'll be fine soon."
He still shook his head firmly, not giving in.
When the two people were in a stalemate, Song Yingwan looked at the cold and noble man in front of him, and his heart suddenly moved.
She moved two steps forward, raised her hands and gently wrapped her arms around his waist, blinking her clear eyes and looking at him softly and quietly. The two met each other's eyes, and when Song Yingwan saw it, his eyes suddenly darkened. Come down.
The corners of her lips curved slightly, then she stood up on tiptoes and kissed the side of his face, saying in a soft voice, "Okay?"
He lowered his eyes and looked at her for a long time without saying a word. Just when Song Yingwan felt a little discouraged, someone suddenly pressed the back of his neck. The next second, his warm lips pressed down heavily, and his breath invaded the senses overwhelmingly. , lips and tongues chasing and entangled, fiery yet tender.
Just when Song Yingwan thought the kiss was going to last for a long time, he stopped and said unsteadily in her ear, "Not good."
After two seconds, Song should have realized that he was answering her previous question. He laughed angrily, pushed away the person who was still holding her waist, turned around and went back to the room.
He thanked her for a moment and let her slip back easily. She was so soft and warm in his arms just now, but now she was alone. He chuckled silently, and it seemed that he really made her anxious.
Song Yingwan wasn't really angry, but he just felt like he had lost his wife and lost his army. For a moment, he was just a little embarrassed, not angry.
When she came in again to thank her, she was sitting at the desk, turning the pages of a book. At this time, her complexion was no longer as pale as in the morning, but she could still see that she was weak. I wonder if it was because of the kiss just now, her lips Still plump and rosy, and incredibly beautiful.
It just looks... very kissable.
His eyes dimmed for a moment, then returned to calm the next second.
He came in with a glass of warm water and placed it on her table. He then picked up a bottle of medicine on the corner of the table, opened the cap, poured one out and handed it to her. Every movement was pleasing to the eye.
"Take it again tonight. You don't need to eat it tomorrow when the situation is stable."
Song Yingwan was not a child. She had to grind for a while after taking the medicine. After taking the medicine, she swallowed it with hot water in one gulp. Finally, she drank all the water in the cup with very nimble movements.
After he took the cup over, he asked again, "Do you still want to drink water?"
Song Yingwan shook his head, already holding on.
She just laid her eyes on the book. She has been solving a certain type of problem these two days. She always feels like she is in a fog. She wonders if it is because of illness. Her brain is particularly hard to use today.
But from the perspective of thanking her, she lowered her head and said nothing, but she was still angry about what happened just now.
He raised his hand and scratched his brow bone. After looking at her for a few seconds, he suddenly leaned over and picked up the girl in front of him, then put her on his lap and held her tightly.
Song Yingwan raised her head and looked at him blankly. She was leaning on the desk behind her, and in front of her was his solid and upright body, leaving no room for movement.
"Are you still angry?" A gentle voice pulled her back from her somewhat chaotic thoughts.
"……I am not angry."
As the weather got warmer, the clothes he wore became thinner and thinner, and the touch between the two people was very obvious. Song Yingwan sat on his lap and did not dare to move.
Xie Ci was very dissatisfied with her answer. He lowered his head and bit her lips, with an unclear meaning, "You lied."
He didn't use much force, but it was still tingling.
Song Yingwan pursed her lips and said innocently, "I didn't lie, I really wasn't angry."
He suddenly buried his head on the side of her neck, his warm breath spraying on it, causing waves of itch. The next moment, a muffled voice sounded, "Then you didn't even talk to me just now."
But Song Yingwan inexplicably sensed a hint of grievance.
She thought about it carefully. She had been staring at the book since he came in just now, and the two of them had indeed not spoken.
Suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm reading a book!"
He was dissatisfied when he heard this, and tightened his arms around her, but not enough to strangle her, and then asked a classic question, "Is the book more important or me?"
Of course... books are important, Song Yingwan responded silently in her heart.
After all, knowledge is wealth!
But she definitely couldn't say this out loud. She didn't know how to coax someone if she made them angry.
"You are important!" she said seriously.
This time he was satisfied, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he rubbed the side of his face against her neck without saying anything.
After a while, when Song Yingwan was wondering how long he would have to hug him, she heard another low voice coming from her ear, "Are you really not angry anymore?"
Her heart suddenly softened, she curved her lips, leaned into his ear and whispered softly, "No anger, you are more important than anyone else."
He raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes. Just when Song Yingwan thought he was about to kiss her, he suddenly stood up with her in his arms, walked to the bed in a few steps and tucked her into the quilt.
Then he also lay down, holding her in his arms in the same position as in the morning, and then whispered, "Go to sleep."
It was okay to sleep at this time, but one thing Song Yingwan didn't understand was that shouldn't he go back to his room?
She thought so and asked.
He just heard the thank you say seriously, "I'm afraid you might get fever again at night, so I'm keeping you here."
All right!
She had no room to refute this reason. Although she felt that she would definitely not have another fever tonight, she somehow accepted his reason.
Song Yingwan buried her head in his arms and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."
He rubbed his chin against her forehead, with a smile in his eyes, "It's not hard."
The moonlight is bright and white tonight, adding a touch of tenderness and purity to the silent night, lightly dyeing half of the sky, and the gentle wind is blowing the leaves, making a rustling sound and swaying.
The next day, Song Yingwan didn't feel any discomfort in her body. She stretched hard and got up. In fact, she was also awake when she woke up, but she was too embarrassed to open her eyes, so she kept them closed and pretended to sleep. , dare not open it until he goes out.
