Dressed as cannon fodder, I went crazy, and the villain pampered me until I was numb.

Hearing her say it hurt, Shang Qi didn't care about anything else, and coaxed her into his arms. He tried to check it up and down, but felt that something was inappropriate, so he could only worry: "Where does it hurt?"

"The bones hurt, the knees hurt." She stretched out her right leg from the bed, bent the kneecap, and pointed at it, "It hurts here."

It's probably because of a fever.

"Can I rub it for you?"

He wanted to help her, but he still needed her permission.

"No." She muttered, poking secretly and pulling her legs back.

Shang Qi thought she didn't like his touch, so he lowered his head speechlessly and said no more.

At this time, someone was suffering from a high fever, and his alcoholic brain was suffering from some kind of epilepsy. He moved his body closer to him. He took a step to the side, and she took a step forward.

Moving one step closer, the two of them struggled back and forth for three rounds.

He couldn't help it any longer, and raised his long, deep eyes to look at her, his eyes filled with tired bloodshot eyes, "What on earth are you going to do?"

"It hurts." She pouted and acted displeased.

Shang Qi didn't know why, his Adam's apple twitched in his throat, and he asked helplessly with his breath, "You don't let me touch you, what do you want me to do?"

She was stunned for a moment, and seemed to feel that what he said made sense.

"Then..." A hand stretched out from the quilt and pulled along the cuffs of his legs.

Xiao whispered: "Then kiss me."

The lonely man beside him was obviously stunned, and his handsome face raised in astonishment was a bit incredulous, "What did you say?"

Her eyes were drunk, but she looked at him with an incredible clarity, "Kiss me and I won't feel any pain."

He didn't understand at all why she would say such nonsense under such circumstances.

If it were someone else today, would you still say this?

"It won't hurt anymore if you're kissed by a handsome guy..." She looked at him expectantly, her slightly dazed facial features not seeming to realize what her master was talking nonsense about.

He hesitated for a second, wondering whether all handsome men had the right to be invited to kiss her at this time.

But after only hesitating for this second, he dismissed the doubts in his heart.

If it is really because of appearance that I can have such a privilege.

Then he should look better and better-looking, and strive to become the man with the best appearance.

The next second he lowered his face, pulled the person huddled under the quilt into his arms, and kissed her almost ferociously.

The desire and emotion that had been raging in the blood for an unknown amount of time found an outlet at this moment.

He pressed the person tightly in his arms, enclosing the slender waist in the forbidden area that belonged to him.

Xia Kou was almost bent over by his kiss. Her loose bathrobe slid down and was pushed messily between her crotch, revealing her smooth and white thighs.

"Well..." She had a stuffy nose and difficulty breathing, and the only outlet for air was blocked so tightly that she struggled to make a sound.

But even though she mumbled a few times, she didn't push the man in front of her away with her hands.

His lips were cold to the bone, and the combination with her scorching temperature made her turbid mourning platform slightly more clear.

But the moment he touched the warmth, the only reason he had in Shang Qi's mind collapsed.

He put his hand on her and held the back of her head to push her onto the bed.

But at this moment, the female assistant's voice came from outside the door.

"Mr. Shang, the doctor is here."

The man opened his chaotic eyes, paused for a moment, resisted the desire that made his heart tense, and still let go of the person in his arms, gathered the scattered bathrobe on her shoulders for her, tied the belt, and stood up straight .

He was about to open the door, but the person on the bed held her hand and wouldn't let go.

His little lips were slightly swollen and red, making him feel a little inexplicably guilty.

"Don't leave, you'll be responsible if you kiss him." She almost rushed up and hugged his legs.

"I'm going to open the door."

He wanted to open it, but he didn't know where Nizi, who was still limp just now, had the strength now. She struggled and refused to let go, "I'll open the door and come back."

"You can carry me with you!" She began to cling to him playfully, like a child.

Shang Qi looked helplessly in the direction outside the bedroom door, "How can this be done?"

Until the female assistant outside shouted again, "Mr. Shang, the doctor is here."

The doorbell rang again and again, and finally the door opened.

The female assistant looked up and saw a man holding a woman wearing only a bathrobe with one hand and opening the door.

The woman wrapped her hands around his neck and sat firmly on his arms, her drunken face buried in the crook of his neck.

Female assistant: "..."

Can I watch this without paying?

The old French doctor on the side said: "..."

Shang Qi had a dark face and said nothing. He held the person in his arms firmly with one hand and walked to the bedroom. As he walked, he calmly asked the doctor about the situation in French.

The doctor didn't dare to say another word, and responded by taking the patient's temperature first.

Thirty-nine degrees, almost forty degrees.

Such a high body temperature is very dangerous, and even adults cannot survive it.

Thanks to Xia Kou's excellent physical condition, he had no other symptoms except confusion and body pain.

The doctor listened to her again and finally said that she needed a fever-reducing injection to relieve her fever.

"Infusion?" Shang Qi frowned, fearing that she would move around after a while.

Unexpectedly, the doctor shook his head, took out the syringe from the medicine box and started dispensing the medicine. He looked at the woman who seemed to be sleeping in his arms and said, "There is no need for infusion. Intramuscular injection is more appropriate. Let the patient sit up."

At this time, Shang Qi could only follow the doctor's orders. He straightened the soft girl in his arms, brushed the slightly damp hair from her face, and gently advised, "Be good, sit down and take the injection."

Xia Kou subconsciously raised her hand, but he pushed it down.

"It's not about dripping."

"Ok?"

"inject."

"Huh...?" Someone was unconscious and opened his eyes in a daze.

"Spanking needle."

Xia Kou: "?"

Butt needle?

She was just stunned for a moment.

Then he turned away very obediently, his body leaning crookedly.

Just a butt shot, her head is going to explode, any shot will do, as long as she gets better quickly.

Her posture was extremely awkward, and the French doctor couldn't get the needle right, so he had to look at Shang Qi in embarrassment.

Shang Qi sighed helplessly and arranged the people. She couldn't sit still, so he could only hold her on his lap like a child, letting her rest her face against his chest.

The doctor looked at the bathrobe on her body and reminded her in a low voice: "Mr. Shang, please put her clothes on..."

As he said that, he raised his hand and motioned for him to lift it off.

Shang Qi: "..."

The silk bathrobe rubbed against her thighs, and was finally slowly lifted up, holding all of her hands in his palms.

He tried his best not to look away, but despite this, his eyes could still glance at her charming figure under her bathrobe.

The cold alcohol rubbed against his skin, making Xia Kou shiver subconsciously, and she put another patch on him.

Then the needle penetrated, and she scratched hard with her hand on his shoulder, "Chief Black Cat, it hurts!!!"

Shang Qi: "..."