He Is Warmer Than Time

Yang Haitao looked at her dazedly: "Change to pajamas."

Isn't this a matter of course?

Song Xuan is anxious: "I... you must at least let me avoid it."

Yang Haitao continued to unbutton his buttons, revealing his whole face, his voice lazily and casually: "I'm not taking it off completely, what are you afraid of?"

When Song Xuan stretched out his hand to untie his belt, she turned her back and found that her heart was throbbing, and her fingers were a little trembling.

She asked herself, Song Xuan, what are you nervous about? Is it because the drunk Yang Haitao is more touching than usual, or is it because his sturdy figure makes you linger?

She swallowed her saliva, and felt that she was becoming more and more like Song Ran, and she had regained her male appearance. She was clearly a more connotative person.

A rustling voice came from behind. Yang Haitao was wearing pajamas. After a long while, there was no movement. Song Xuan asked, "Are you ready?"

The people behind did not answer, Song Xuan turned her head cautiously and saw Yang Haitao bare-legged, holding pajama pants in her hand, about to put it on.

When his eyes were exchanged, Song Xuan felt in a panic, pointed at him and said: "You...you you you..."

You have been for a long time and don't know what to say afterwards.

Yang Haitao raised his eyes to look at her, his expression weak and pale, and a smile emerged: "If you want to see, just say it."

Song Xuan quickly turned her back and gritted her teeth: "Who wants to watch?"

Yang Haitao put on his pajamas, smiled and looked at the person with his back to him: "Okay, I'm wearing it, you can turn around now."

Song Xuan turned around slowly, and Yang Haitao noticed that her face was flushed, and he joked: "The face is so red, what's in your mind?"

Song Xuan glanced at him angrily: "I didn't think about anything."

Yang Haitao smiled, only feeling tired, and he was about to lie down to sleep after dragging the quilt. Song Xuan grabbed him: "eat something and then sleep."

Yang Haitao felt that he couldn't open his eyes anymore: "I'm tired, I want to sleep."

On this day, he was really exhausted, and with a cold, he just wanted to sleep until he was old.

"Go to bed after eating." Song Xuan insisted.

Yang Haitao reached out and touched the milk cup: "Then I will drink some milk before going to sleep."

"No, you can't drink milk on an empty stomach. Drink some porridge first."

Yang Haitao leaned on the head of the bed, looking really weak, Song Xuan sat on the side of the bed, picked up the porridge bowl, and said softly, "I'll feed you."

He barely opened his eyes and smiled like a child: "Okay."

Song Xuan was patient and fed him bit by bit. He closed his eyes and looked tired, with black eyes. She knew that he was working hard, so she felt more distressed and asked him in a low voice: "Is there any cold medicine at home? ?"

He struggling to open his eyes: "I don't know, you have to ask Uncle Zhong, we just moved here, maybe not."

After talking and closing her eyes, Song Xuan fed him a bowl of porridge, and fed him half a glass of milk, then took the handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, and took care of him to lie down in the bed.

Under the dim light, Yang Haitao frowned slightly and seemed a little uncomfortable. Song Xuan touched his face and said softly, "I'll get you medicine. After taking the medicine, it won't be uncomfortable."

Song Xuan went to ask Uncle Zhong. Uncle Zhong woke up from a deep sleep and said that there was no such thing as cold medicine, so she could only turn back to her house to get the medicine.

She cautiously and sneakily ran into the living room, opened the drawer, picked up a pick, took two boxes of medicine, and was about to get up when she heard Ma Wu's voice from behind: "Xiao Xuan, what are you doing?"