I'll kiss you again

Zhou Zhe finished tidying up the floor silently, turned around and saw Feng Jingjing was curled up in the thick quilt, staring at her with bright eyes.

She walked over and raised her hand to touch the other person's forehead. The temperature of the low-grade fever was transmitted to the palm of the palm, and Zhou Zhe was a little greedy for such a temperature, and was reluctant to let go for a while.

"I've finished my medicine." Feng Jingjing said.

Zhou Zhe met her eyes and saw a meaningful smile, so he pressed her shoulders, exerted a little strength in his hands, bent down and approached her suddenly, and stopped by her cheeks.

Feng Jingjing didn't move at all, with no intention of avoiding it, there was still a faint smile on his pale face.

Zhou Zhe looked at her face thoughtfully, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Feng Jingjing's eyelashes fluttered slightly, "Just remember what you should do now."

After many twists and turns, I tried to get close to the face that I had been dreaming about for a long time, and finally thought of something, and suddenly let go of her shoulders without warning, and stood up straight.

Feng Jingjing raised his face slightly and looked at her in confusion.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Zhou Zhe's mouth: "After you finished drinking the medicine, of course I remember what I should do now, but I want to save it first. If you really want me to kiss you, then drink it obediently until you recover." Is the medicine good?"

Feng Jingjing lowered his eyes and snorted angrily.

Unable to resist the twists and turns, he leaned over and took a quick bite on her earlobe, then stepped away, and asked again in a negotiating tone: "Then how about I issue an IOU like this first?"

Feng Jingjing reluctantly nodded, and then wished he could tuck his head into the bed, turned over, and fell asleep with his back facing Zhou Zhe.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine, Zhou Zhe was afraid that she would smell uncomfortable, so he opened a gap in the airtightly closed window.

"You take a day off today to rest at home, don't go to school," she instructed as she walked towards the door, "I'll go to the kitchen to make some porridge, you can't eat too greasy and heavy food now, if you're hungry, You can have porridge."

The shadow on the bed responded muffled.

Zhou Zhe remembered, and said again: "Also, remember to take the medicine on time, I will put them by your bedside."

Feng Jingjing reluctantly gave an "um" again.

The twists and turns are not at ease, but considering that Feng Jingjing is not a giant baby with low independent living ability, and only has a low fever, she will get better after rest, so she really doesn't need to give birth to this unnecessary worry.

Besides, as a student now, she still has to abide by the school's rules and attend classes on time to study for exams.

Zhou Zhe persuaded himself in this way, and his mood calmed down temporarily. He went to the kitchen to wash the porridge and put it in the pot to adjust the time. It was just half an hour before class.

Stepping on the class bell and entering the classroom, everything seems to have returned to the usual way.

It's just that she knew after all the twists and turns that today's school didn't let her miss and look forward to meeting people.

After thinking about it, she was still thinking about it, and when she was on her lunch break, she went to Feng's house again.

The door was closed tightly, and Feng Jingjing asked her to bring the key when she left in the morning, she didn't think it was strange at the time, but now as she opened the door, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, as if she was returning to her own home, or a thief who sneaked in the door.

Twists and turns can't tell how I feel now, the thought of Feng Jingjing has regained control of my mind.

After entering the house, she went to the kitchen first, and saw that the porridge cooked when she left in the morning was still in the pot, without any sign of reduction.

After going upstairs, I came to the door of Feng Jingjing's bedroom and knocked lightly a few times.

No one inside answered.

Thinking of her experience in the morning, she could only quietly unscrew the doorknob and walk in.

Sure enough, Feng Jingjing was still asleep on the bed, half of his face was buried under the blanket, revealing a pair of good-looking eyebrows and eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his brows were furrowed from time to time, and he did not sleep peacefully.

Zhou Zhe thought of the porridge in the kitchen, and hurriedly went to check the medicine on the bedside table.

Originally thought that Feng Jingjing didn't even want to drink porridge, and without her watching, he wouldn't even drink medicine, but he didn't expect it to be different from what he guessed.

I didn't touch the porridge, but the medicine was less than the amount I took on time.

She looked at Feng Jingjing's face, stretched out her hand to caress the other's forehead, and there was a warm temperature in her palm.

Feng Jingjing opened his sleepy eyes in a timely manner, looked at her in a daze, his eyes slowly focused, and then muttered: "Are you here? Is it dark?"

Zhou Zhe said softly: "It's noon now. You seem to have a worse fever than in the morning. Take your temperature again. If it doesn't work, you should see a doctor."

Feng Jingjing nodded, sat up, leaned limply into Zhou Zhe's arms, and said, "I took some medicine in the morning."

Zhou Zhe went to get the thermometer, and said with a smile, "I know, I checked it just now."

Feng Jingjing was a little proud, a vivid smile appeared on his pale face, and he buried it in Zhou Zhe's arms.

Zhou Zhe put on a serious tone: "But you didn't eat well."

Feng Jingjing said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to go downstairs, I don't have the strength."

Zhou Zhe thought the same thing, the poor little one is sick, it's not good for her to stay here to take care of her.

So the voice became soft and worried unconsciously, and asked the poor little boy who was hiding in his arms and refused to leave: "I didn't eat anything in the morning, are you hungry now? Shall I run errands for you?"

Feng Jingjing didn't want to speak much, so she snuggled into her arms, closed her eyes and hummed a few times: "I'm not hungry, just let me rest for a while."

Zhou Zhe once again saw how much Feng Jingjing, who was sick, liked her. At one moment, he hoped that the other party would recover quickly and not be sad anymore. At the same time, he selfishly thought that the other party would be sick for a few more days, so that he could stay with her forever.

She pulled back the quilt that had slipped from the other person's shoulders, wrapped her tightly together with herself, and said, "Lean on, I won't go."

The result of the temperature measurement was scarier than in the morning, and there was no problem with the twisted sense of touch. Feng Jingjing started to have a high fever, and her body was like a ball of fire, which made her a little hot.

The Feng family's real estate is one after another, but there are few relatives and friends who get close. For the past few years, Feng Nannan and Feng Jingjing have spent most of their time living and going to school in this house under the care of Aunt Zhao and Uncle Li, a loyal couple. In life, Aunt Zhao and the others are not here, life depends on oneself, and illness naturally depends on oneself.

Zhou Zhe urged: "Call the doctor over to see if it's okay, I'm very disturbed by your appearance."

Hearing what she said, Feng Jingjing reached for the phone from the bed, flipped through the address book, and dazedly searched for the name of the family doctor hired by Feng Xiaotang.

She and Feng Nannan were not very sick, and they didn't like to see a doctor very much, and they couldn't see each other several times a year. After searching through the address book for a long time, they finally found him.

It was already afternoon when the doctor from Feng's family came over. After class time, Zhou Zhe still stayed at Feng Jingjing's place and didn't go back to school.

Feng Jingjing needs someone to take care of him now, and she is the only one who is convenient to take care of him.

Asking for leave from the school was not blocked, because Zhou Zhe explained the situation to his father in advance, and got support without accident, and also took the initiative to help her call the teacher to ask for leave.

Twists and turns to stay, like telling her dad on the phone, take care of classmates, and pass on the love of classmates.

The doctor came and went, and at Feng Jingjing's request, he changed the infusion that the other party had always preferred to prescribe medicine, left behind a bunch of medicines and their usage, and left in a hurry.

Looking at the medicines, Zhou Zhe wondered, "Why do you suddenly fall in love with taking medicines again?"

Feng Jingjing replied straightforwardly: "I want to save a few more kisses, otherwise it will be too bad for this illness."

Zhou Zhe laughed out loud, looking at her overly serious expression, it was almost impossible to tell whether the other party was serious or deliberately teasing her.

"Okay, then you take your medicine obediently, I won't renege on it," she also cooperated with Feng Jingjing to show a serious expression, "I swear."

Feng Jingjing was so obsessed with letting her kiss him that he wondered whether he was dreaming or a sweet dream. Would such a gratifying thing happen in broad daylight?

She stayed by Feng Jingjing's side for a whole afternoon.

In fact, I didn't do much, except to take care of the other party to drink water and take medicine, feed a small bowl of white rice porridge and a few pieces of fruit in the middle, and the rest of the time was just reading by her bedside.

The author has something to say: Hee hee, I still haven't kissed (I will kiss soon, don't hit the author!

Thank you to the cute little pot friends who didn't hit the author and commented on irrigation!