Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

It seemed that the last time Di Yuan Jueli got sick was a few years ago. In their minds, he was as powerful as his body. He would not get sick or catch a cold, and would always work like a machine without stopping.

After dinner, Di Yuanjue just took a shower and found that his fever reached 39 degrees. His whole body was weak and very cold. He covered himself with a quilt and called someone over.

When Long Qingcheng entered the room, he saw that the doctor at home had begun to check the pulse, and the four assistants stood on one side, asking about the condition.

The man was half-leaning on the bed, wearing a black satin pajamas with two buttons left unbuttoned, revealing his sexy collarbones. His handsome cheeks were slightly pale, with a bit of morbid gloominess, which was more than before. A bit of broken beauty.

Under the weak light, that half of the face looked even more breathtakingly beautiful.

He tilted his head slightly, held the cigarette with his fingers, and puffed out in a sexy and seductive manner. His voice was a little cold and cool, "Be quiet, don't wake her up."

Everyone knew who "she" was.

only--

Yingfeng and others looked at Long Qingcheng standing at the door, and their voices suddenly stopped.

Boss, you're too late.

Long Qingcheng's steps were sharp, and his cold and indifferent eyes contained an unknown depth.

Has he forgotten that he can also cure diseases? Isn't it better to do it himself than to find others?

"Di Yuanjue, if you didn't even tell me that you had a fever, does that mean that I won't be able to know or interfere with your affairs in the future?"

It was just a fever, and it was something that could be over with just saying it, but she kept hiding it, hiding it, which made her feel extremely excluded.

She doesn't care much about other people's emotions.

As for Di Yuanjue, she had already classified him as the most important person in her life, but now, he is still like this.

The strong questioning made Di Yuanjue turn his head subconsciously, and he didn't even know when he dropped his cigarette.

He stood up and quickly came to Long Qingcheng's side. He pursed his thin lips tightly and gently put his fingers around the girl's waist. His deep magnetic voice fell into her ears, "Don't be angry, I just don't want you to be anxious." ”

He was leaving tomorrow. The injury on his back was almost healed, and now he had a fever. He just didn't want the girl to worry.

Long Qingcheng was held in Di Yuanjue's arms, and the tip of her nose was filled with the scent of a man, as well as the subtle smell of smoke.

But human emotions are like this. When things happen again and again and reach a critical point, they will completely explode.

But the explosion was only for ordinary people, but Long Qingcheng was very helpless, and even the emotion on her face was calm. She slowly closed her eyes, just for a few seconds.

Maybe it’s also a long time,

Long Qingcheng restrained his exposed emotions, raised his hand, and said calmly: "Raise your hand."

Di Yuanjue raised his hand obediently, not daring to say anything.

She put her fingers on the man's wrist and began to feel her pulse. It didn't matter if she had a fever, but she was afraid that the wound on her back would become infected and become serious again.

The man lowered his head. He probably noticed that the girl was not in a good mood. Perhaps he thought it was caused by him going for a ride, so he blamed himself very much.

"Don't worry, it's not caused by driving." The man's deep and hoarse voice comforted, and there was a slight ripple in Long Qingcheng's eyes. He pursed his lips and was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say.

If she had known that Di Yuan Jue had a fever early on, then she would never have taken Di Yuan Jue for a ride.

Although having a fever was not a big problem, the key was that Di Yuanjue said nothing.

She was really at a loss, knowing that the other party was only doing it for her own good, so she kept hiding such things.

For your own good.

She felt deeply powerless and her voice rolled slightly. She gently rubbed his hot forehead with her fingers twice, hooked her lips, and backed away, "It's okay. Let's go to bed first."

Di Yuanjue wrapped Long Qingcheng's palm and brought him to the side of the bed. His eyes were lowered, his sharp Adam's apple rose and fell, and his voice was slightly hoarse, "I'm sorry, if you are unhappy, I will tell you everything in the future. , so don’t ignore me.”

She was a little stunned when she looked at the man in front of her, maybe because he was a little weaker after having a fever, less arrogant and proud, but more vulnerable.

This was something she never expected.

Long Qingcheng curled up his fingers and sighed, "When you finish burning, then..." Just say it.

Before Long Qingcheng could say the last two words, he was directly covered by Di Yuan's pressing palm, followed by a dense sucking force.

His kiss was extremely fierce, and there was a hint of punishment for being unable to kiss her thin lips due to fever.

Long Qingcheng grabbed the man's shirt with both hands and let him do whatever he wanted on her neck.

Until the man's head was dizzy due to fever, his body became weak, and he collapsed directly on Long Qingcheng's body.

Everyone on the side held their breath and did not dare to make any sound.

"I'm here, you can do whatever you have to do as usual." Long Qingcheng carefully placed the man on the bed, covered him with a quilt, then turned around and spoke to the people standing in the room.

Shadow Wind was the first to respond and led the people out of the room.

In the silent room, it was finally just the two of them.

Long Qingcheng took off his coat, headed towards the bathroom, covered the towel with cold water, wrung it out, and walked out. He came to the bed and covered the man's forehead with a towel.

Looking at the man with his deep eyes was really sinful.

.

No sleep for one night.

The next morning, Long Qingcheng woke up before six o'clock.

Although she didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, she still woke up very early. She changed towels and wiped her body overnight, and her fever finally subsided.

The master bedroom was dimly lit. Long Qingcheng took off the towel and put it on the bedside table. He touched his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Listening to the man's even breathing, Long Qingcheng looked directly at the man's chiseled sleeping face. His fingers unconsciously climbed up his outline, gently tracing the man's cheek lines, brow bones, eyes, nose peak, and mandible. Adam's apple, collarbone...

Touching it, there was something wrong with the atmosphere.

The man's originally gentle breathing gradually became heavy. Long Qingcheng shook his hand and pressed his Adam's apple gently but not hard.

Di Yuanjue suddenly pulled the woman onto the bed with one hand, turned over and pressed on her body, buried his handsome face in her neck and kissed her, his voice was slow and hoarse, "Didn't I tell you? You are not allowed to touch her in the morning?"

Long Qingcheng: "..."

His fingertips caressed the girl's cheek, "Aren't you angry anymore?"

"Is there any difference between being angry and not being angry?" She put her hands directly on the bed, her tone slightly raised.

Di Yuanjue called her stupid, and moved his hands on her body dishonestly, "If you are angry, I will continue to coax you. If you are not angry, we will do something happy."