Fall in love with the little milk wolf

The thermometer beeped, and Han Ji reached out to take it out. Before he could see the number on it, Gu Shifeng moved his big head up and asked nervously, "How many degrees?"

"I didn't see it," Han Ji smiled, "You blocked me."

Gu Shifeng let out a muffled "Oh", stepped aside, and turned his head to look at it. The number displayed on the thermometer was 38.2°C.

He turned to look at Han Ji again, "Brother, you can't take antipyretics for this temperature."

"Then don't take it." Han Ji didn't take it seriously, and asked again, "Aren't you going to apply the medicine for me?"

As he said that, he reached out and found the ointment from the drawer of the bedside table, handed it to Gu Shifeng, and then turned over and lay on the bed very cooperatively.

When he moved like this, the black nightgown on his body had been completely undone, revealing his fair skin covered with pale pink traces, forming an extreme contrast.

Gu Shifeng rolled his Adam's apple twice before walking over with the ointment in hand.

Unscrew the cap, squeeze the ointment on your fingertips, and apply with your hands...

Gu Shifeng made every movement very slowly, as if he wanted to extend this process to infinity.

His eyes kept falling on Han Ji's body, to be precise, on every strawberry mark.

Gu Shifeng finally let out a sigh of relief after confirming that they all looked lighter than yesterday, and there were no brighter or fresher marks.

But soon, the warm and slightly sticky feeling of the tentacles caused him to gasp again.

Han Ji was also distracted.

The two of them seem to have a tacit understanding, neither of them spoke, only the slight running sound of the air conditioner in the room, and all the senses became extremely sensitive at this moment.

For a moment, Han Ji felt that the eyes on him were extremely hot, as if they were on fire.

But he probably had a fever, and he was really uncomfortable, but he didn't have any untimely reaction.

However, if he didn't, Gu Shifeng might not be.

"Brother," Gu Shifeng withdrew his hand, his voice contained a restrained hoarseness, "It's all right."

Han Ji turned over and leaned back against the head of the bed, his eyes flicked across Gu Shifeng's face, and slowly moving down, the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch.

"Shi Feng, do you want me to help you?"

He probably doesn't know what he looks like now, because he has a fever, the corners of his eyes are flushed, and there is still a little lust in his eyes that hasn't faded away. He is leaning lazily on the bedside like this. It looks like an evildoer who can only take one's soul away.

Gu Shifeng's breathing became more rapid in an instant, he closed his eyes hastily, took two steps back, and said as if fleeing, "Brother, borrow the bathroom."

The voice is still there, but the person has disappeared.

Han Ji couldn't help laughing, the bad factors in his bones started to make trouble again, he slightly raised the volume, and said to the bathroom, "Shi Feng, do you really want me to help you? My palms are very hot now, it must be very painful to hold them. Comfortable."

Two seconds later, accompanied by a slight rustling sound from the bathroom, Han Ji heard Gu Shifeng's slightly panting answer, "Brother, you...just talk to me, call me... You can call me by my name."

Han Ji understood instantly, and the smile in his voice grew stronger, "Shi Feng, what's the point of talking, if you want to hear, I can call you."

"No need," but Gu Shifeng refused quickly this time, "Your throat... huh... throat is not good yet."

Han Ji was dumbfounded, like Gu Shifeng, who can still miss his voice at this time, is really a rare treasure.

No more teasing, Han Ji just cooperated with Gu Shifeng and called him by his name.

Those two simple words, when they passed between his lips and teeth, seemed to be tainted with some other meaning for no reason.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Ji suddenly slowed down his voice, adding seriousness to his tone, "Shi Feng, did I tell you that you are also very good, really very good."

Too good to bear to touch.

As he finished speaking, Gu Shifeng let out a low sigh and leaned against the wall in the bathroom separated by a wall.

After another two seconds, he got up, turned on the tap, and washed away the crystals from his hands.

When he walked out of the bathroom, Gu Shifeng's ears and neck were still red, and his eyes were wandering, but he didn't dare to look into Han Ji's eyes.

Han Ji didn't tease him any more, and drank water from a water glass.

"Brother," Gu Shifeng finally found a serious topic, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

"No." Han Ji put the water glass on the bedside table and shook his head, "I don't have any appetite, are you hungry? I'll order takeaway for you. There's anything you want in the refrigerator."

"I'm neither hungry nor thirsty," Gu Shifeng said hastily, "then you lie down, and I'll apply an ice towel to your forehead."

Han Ji was not polite to him, and lay down neatly, "The towel is in the bathroom, the blue one."

Gu Shifeng went into the bathroom again, and soon came out with a basin of cold water.

Han Ji raised his chin, "Just sit on the bed."

Gu Shifeng hesitated, "Do you want to change into a pair of pajama pants?"

"You can't put on my pajama pants either," Han Ji smiled, "It's okay, the sheets should have been changed."

Gu Shifeng nodded, sat on the edge of the bed, took out a towel from the sink, wrung it half dry, folded it neatly, and then gently applied it on Han Ji's forehead.

The cold touch instantly dispelled a lot of discomfort caused by the fever. The two chatted without saying a word, and Han Ji's eyelids became heavy again as they chatted.

This feeling of being taken care of when sick is really novel to Han Ji.

His physique is actually not good, but he hasn't been ill in the past two years. As for earlier...

Earlier, Han Ji twitched the corners of his lips. He had been suffering from minor illnesses during that time, but he often didn't even have time to see a doctor, let alone lie down so comfortably for others to take care of.

Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking, Gu Shifeng thought he was sleepy, so he hurriedly said, "Brother, sleep for a while when you are sleepy."

Han Ji really couldn't hold it anymore, he said "um", thought for a while, and then ordered, "If you are hungry, you can order takeaway by yourself, and if you are bored, you can touch everything in the room."

Hearing Gu Shifeng's answer, Han Ji completely closed his eyelids and fell asleep.

Gu Shifeng sat by the bed, still tirelessly changing Han Ji's towels again and again. When the water in the basin was no longer cold, he went to change the water again.

This went on and on, until he felt that Han Ji's body was not so hot, he stopped and moved his arms twice.

Looking at Han Ji's sleeping face again, Gu Shifeng couldn't help stretching out his hand after watching for a while, and touched his trembling eyelashes lightly with his fingertips, then stood up, and finally had time to look at Han Ji's room.

Han Ji's room is not particularly large, but probably because of the lack of furniture and the extremely simple decoration style, it looks almost empty and spacious.

A large bookcase stands by the window, and there is a desk under the bookcase.

When Gu Shifeng walked over, the first thing he noticed was a photo frame on the desk.

The photo frame is very ordinary, it is pure white, and there is no sense of design, but it is turned upside down, and the photos inside cannot be seen.

Gu Shifeng didn't know if it was placed like this on purpose, or if he fell down accidentally, he hesitated for a moment, but he still stretched out his hand, trying to stand it up.

But just as his hand touched the edge of the photo frame, before he had time to straighten it, a cell phone rang suddenly in the room.

Gu Shifeng was startled, and afraid of waking Han Ji up, he immediately ignored the photo frame, strode over to find the source of the sound, and subconsciously swiped to hang up.

After hanging up, he realized that it was Han Ji's phone that rang.

Turning his head to look at Han Ji, Gu Shifeng was relieved to see that his breathing was still steady and he hadn't been woken up.

He wanted to mute Han Ji's cell phone, but he didn't know the password.

In a dilemma, Gu Shifeng suddenly remembered that on the night of Han Ji's birthday, after getting drunk, he seemed to take his finger and record his fingerprints.

His heart beat two minutes faster for no reason, Gu Shifeng held his breath subconsciously, stretched out his right thumb, tried it, and unlocked it.

Han Ji's mobile phone desktop is very beautiful, it is a late-night beach, the starry sky is bright, and the sea water is gentle.

Gu Shifeng suddenly felt that Han Ji was so drunk that night that he didn't remember anything, and it seemed that there was no benefit at all.

Otherwise, Han Ji will definitely delete his fingerprints when he remembers.

The phone in his hand suddenly vibrated twice, which brought Gu Shifeng back to his senses.

He quickly turned the volume down, and was about to put down the phone and lock the screen again, when he caught a glimpse of a series of WeChat messages popping up on it——

Shy and aggressive: Boss Han, are you hanging up on me?

Shy and fierce 0: It's already late afternoon, you still haven't woken up?

Shy and fierce: That dog man called my mother early in the morning, and my mother wanted to stab him with a knife!

Shy and fierce 0: Are you still in the store today?Why didn't Xiaofeng come, you two eloped?

Shy and fierce 0: Han Ji, your uncle's reply to my mother's WeChat!

Gu Shifeng realized that it was from Qin Ye, and he didn't know if he was hit by two words in it. When he recovered, he had already clicked on the dialog box and sent a sentence:

Brother Qin, I'm Gu Shifeng. Brother Han has a fever and is sleeping. I hung up the call just now.

There was a noticeable stagnation over there, and then two more popped up——

Shy and fierce 0: Have a fever?Is it burning badly?

Shy and fierce: Xiaofeng, you...at his house?

Gu Shifeng didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the latter sentence, and replied honestly:

38.2°C, yes, Brother Han told me to come up directly.

This time the stagnation took longer. Gu Shifeng waited for a long time before Qin Ye came back with a long string of exclamation marks and added a sentence:

You are still awesome, Xiaofeng, you must take good care of him. By the way, congratulations, I would like to mention the title of No.1 in Boss Han's house besides me!

Now Gu Shifeng was stunned.

No.1?

In other words, before him, Han Ji had never brought anyone to the house?

Gu Shifeng lowered his head, and saw the slippers on his feet, which were two sizes too small.

Recalling what Han Ji said when he first entered the house, great ecstasy swept through Gu Shifeng's heart in an instant.

His fingertips were trembling, and he touched the lock screen button twice before touching the lock screen button. The screen of the phone went black. Gu Shifeng put it back on the bedside table, then squatted beside the bed, staring deeply at Han Ji's sleeping face.

Han Ji looks really good-looking. His eyebrows and eyes are long and pointed upwards. His facial features can be called beautiful, but the outline of the corner of his jaw is very clear, without any femininity.

It's the kind of look that can seduce people into falling at a glance.

And now she is asleep, because of the fever, the ends of her eyes and cheeks are still slightly red, and the center of her brows is also slightly frowned, revealing a softness and fragility that is not usually seen.

Gu Shifeng was fascinated by it for a moment, and couldn't help getting closer.

One second before his lips were about to touch the tip of Han Ji's nose, Han Ji suddenly snorted and turned over.

Gu Shifeng came back to his senses suddenly, but still kept the posture just now and dared not move.

After waiting and watching for half a minute, Gu Shifeng confirmed that Han Ji hadn't woken up. He let out a long breath, but didn't dare to get closer.

Backing up, Gu Shifeng noticed that Han Ji's foot was exposed from the quilt, probably because of the movement of turning over just now, and his ankle was slender and sexy.

With just one glance, Gu Shifeng's eyes darkened.

He walked over step by step, knelt on one knee by the bed, lightly grasped Han Ji's ankle with one hand, his gaze was full of undisguised desire, for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly bent down and kissed Han Ji reverently. Kissed the white instep.

Different from the wantonness in the eyes, this is a light, shallow, extremely restrained kiss.

After the kiss, Gu Shifeng still let go of his hands with extreme restraint, and covered Han Ji again with the quilt.

As if he would be completely bewitched if he stayed for a second longer, Gu Shifeng suddenly got up and strode to the window, his whole body tensed up.

Probably to divert his attention, he stopped looking at the person on the bed, but turned around and stood up the upside-down photo frame on the desk.

But the moment his eyes fell on it, he couldn't look away.