Chapter 21 High fever
Wen Rong:! ! !
He didn't dare to look any further, and retreated upstairs as if fleeing.

Forget it, he stopped drinking the juice.

He was afraid that he might not see the sun tomorrow morning.

After Wen Rong left, Li Jin took the time to push the little boy off her body, and said with disgust, "Get up."

After tossing for a long time, the food was cold.

Qiao Sicheng stood up obediently.

Li Jin wiped her arms with a tissue and went to the cloakroom on the third floor.

In the dressing room, Li Jin looked at the nightgown that had been changed.

The soft silk fabric was stained with a lot of blood, and it was also wet from the rain on the boy's DK school uniform.

She raised the corners of her lips faintly.

"Tsk, Mano."

Less training.

……

After a few minutes, Li Jin came down from upstairs slowly.

As if everything that happened before was just an illusion.

Qiao Sicheng looked at Li Jin's wrist with several teeth marks bitten by him, but still took the medicine box and insisted on bandaging her first.

Then eat with her.

Li Jin said that she was fine, but Qiao Sicheng still insisted on feeding her.

In the evening, after being drenched in the rain for two hours without changing his clothes and instead running to bully Li Jin, that little workman in Qiao Sicheng finally had a high fever.

A thermometer, 39.8 ℃.

Li Jin called someone to bring antipyretics, and took a glass of warm water.

Watch him take the medicine.

Just as she was about to leave, a sickly pale hand grabbed the corner of her skirt behind her.

With the master's pleading, a little stubborn and arrogant.

Li Jin turned sideways, sat back on the side of his bed again, and touched the boy's hot forehead, "Make more trouble?"

This little wolf cub slapped her lips quite harshly, and her wrist still hurts now.

Qiao Sicheng raised his eyelashes, looked at her and asked, "Why did you do that?"

Why hurt him.

"Joe Rui did it."

"Those people are slandering me." Li Jin blushed and was out of breath.

008: ? ? ?
[Host, touch your conscience and say it again? 】

So shameless, he deserves to be his host!

However, it seems that Li Jin can't say to Qiao Sicheng in a serious manner, "In fact, this world is a book, and you are just a paper man."

"..."

Qiao Sicheng gave up struggling.

He didn't really believe Li Jin's words, but now, he found that no matter what the truth was, it didn't matter anymore.

All he knew was that he wanted her.

The moment he pinched the woman's neck just now, he felt that the world had collapsed.

Like a patient suffering from the fledgling complex, his dependence on Li Jin has reached a pathological level.

Even beyond his own life.

Li Jin was not angry because Qiao Sicheng bit her. In her dictionary, there are only people who want to protect and... people who want to kill.

However, looking at Qiao Sicheng who was still clasping his waist tightly two hours later, Li Jin finally spoke.

"Little brat, get your hands off me!"

She is just a mortal now.

Mortals need sleep.

In particular, lack of sleep can also easily turn ugly.

Qiao Sicheng's eyes were flushed, and he insisted stubbornly, "No!"

Li Jin: "Fuck..."

It seemed that he was the one who bit people.

It was also him who was wronged.

Li Jin had no choice but to sleep in his bed for a night in the end.

Behind her, Qiao Sicheng's body was slightly hot due to a high fever, and a scorching temperature came from her back.

Seeing that Li Jin would not leave, Qiao Sicheng showed a soft smile and tucked in the quilt.

Holding his little princess tightly in his arms, it was like a prison in a painting.

The young man hugged Li Jin's waist from behind as if possessive, and was satisfied. If he had a tail behind him, he would be so proud of himself.

 PS: Am I sweet?

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