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Human body temperature has a constant value, which is about 37 degrees Celsius. Even if Yu Yiru is not well-informed, he knows this kind of thing.

Because she felt that Bo Fuzhang's body temperature was too high when she put her fingers down, she covered her palm directly without thinking twice, so she was sure that this was not her illusion. When the skin touched her palm, the heat seemed to come from Thermostatic furnace.

But when I pinched my face just now, I didn't feel that way, did I?

Because Bo Fuzhang was sleeping on his side with his back facing her, Yu Yiru supported the bed with one hand in confusion, leaned his upper body over, and pressed Bo Fuzhang's forehead with the other hand.

At this moment, Bo Fuzhang opened his eyes.

Yu Yiru was still thinking that the temperature of her forehead was not as high as that of her arms, so she fell into her eyes like a deep pool, and then spun, the back of her head hit the headboard hard, and then slid down onto the pillow.

Her brain was dizzy for a while, and there was another buzzing in her ears, and she could hardly open her eyes for a moment—or she opened her eyes, but her eyes were completely dark.

And when she was finally able to see clearly what was in front of her, Bo Fuzhang's head was hanging above her head, his face was expressionless and incomparably cold, his pair of deep and affectionate eyes were looking at her without blinking .

Accompanied by the humming and pain in his head, Yu Yiru felt that his hands were pulled over his head, and were tightly held by a fiery palm.

Not knowing whether it was because of pain or panic, Yu Yiru broke out in cold sweat at this moment.

She struggled subconsciously, but her wrist seemed to be entangled by a hot iron ring, so she took a quick breath and said, "I just think you have a fever."

After she finished speaking, Bo Fuzhang seemed to wake up suddenly.

She blinked her eyes and let go, her cold expression was replaced by lingering laziness, probably because she was very sleepy, her voice was a little weak: "My physique is like this, don't worry about it."

How could Yu Yiru care? Right now, she just wants to give three big mouths to her nosy self, and then yell: You should!

What do you do to control people's body temperature? Is it possible that people have a fever and don't know it?

Bo Fuzhang frowned slightly: "Are you okay?"

Yu Yiru shook her head quickly, and said in a trembling voice, "It's okay, I just have a headache."

She really had a headache. Apart from the traumatic impact, it was also because Bo Fuzhang's surprising persona made her brain freeze.

Originally thinking about whether to hang around for a few more days, her thoughts have already flown to the sky, but now she is thinking, as soon as the sun breaks, she will immediately!immediately!Quickly!Walk!

Bo Fuzhang didn't fall asleep immediately, she stared at Yu Yiru for a while, her expression revealing a bit of guilt.

She stretched out her hand to touch Yu Yiru's face, but Yu Yiru dodged subconsciously.

She scratched the air a few times with her fingers, and said in a low voice, "But...you are crying."

Yu Yiru was stunned.

She hastily wiped her face with her hands, only to find that her face was wet and cold, and tears were streaming down her face.

Now she also found that she was speaking in a trembling and crying voice. Bo Fuzhang really frightened her. Apart from the female orangutan's strength and the cold and empty eyes, she was inexperienced. But I'm wondering if it's the legendary murderous eyes QAQ

She sniffled and replied, "It's just a physical reaction. My head hit the headboard because it hurts so much."

Saying this, she seemed even more sad. She slapped the headboard of the bed, and she couldn't stop crying.

Bo Fuzhang moved close to Yu Yiru's head and hugged her head: "Let me help you take a look."

She lightly pressed the back of her head and asked in a low voice, "Is it here?"

It's also an evil door. After only being pressed a few times by Bo Fuzhang, Yu Yiru felt warm and comfortable all over her body, and even the pain was not so obvious. She was enjoying it when suddenly there was another needle-like pain, so she screamed "Aww". out.

Bo Fuzhang understood: "So it's here."

She hugged Yu Yiru's head and put it on her lap, leaned over and took out an ointment from the bedside table, and said at the same time: "It's a little swollen, it's not a big problem, but if you're worried, I'll accompany you to the hospital for treatment tomorrow." examine."

Yu Yiru's head was resting on her hot lap, and she gradually calmed down.

She felt her tears slide down her cheeks onto Bo Fuzhang's legs, so she reached out to wipe them off, but when she wiped them off, she remembered that it was someone else's legs because of the high heat and elastic touch.

She hesitated, put it down lightly and was about to lift it up when her wrist was grabbed again.

This time I just hold it lightly, and then put it aside, the muscles of the opponent's thigh trembled inconspicuously, and said, "Don't make trouble, it's very itchy."

Because of this reaction, the previous judgment has been biased again.

Yu Yiru was even more indignant, since the other party was a good person, she could only admit that she was unlucky.

At the same time, the back of his head came into contact with some cold cream, and a scent of mint filled his nostrils.

Enduring the slightest bit of pain, Yu Yiru asked in order to divert attention: "What's the matter with you, an old Chinese doctor handed down from your ancestors?"

"I learned for a while on my own."

Yu Yiru wondered, at the same age as Bo Fuzhang, why did the other party suddenly become such an impressive persona: "Do you know these things in high school?"

"Not then."

"Then did you learn Sanda or Muay Thai in college?"

"what?"

Bo Fuzhang didn't understand.

Yu Yiru wanted to satirize the other party's reaction after being awakened and the amazing strength. Seeing that Bo Fuzhang didn't understand immediately, he also found it quite boring, so he said, "I just think you have great strength."

Bo Fuzhang said, "It's a bit bigger than the average girl."

Yu Yiru was speechless.

It's not that she hasn't played with men before, how can she not know that Bo Fuzhang's strength is comparable to that of a strong man, she couldn't help thinking for a moment: Could it be that Bo Fuzhang is transgender?

Her malicious thoughts turned into scum again when she saw the other party's naturally finely crafted body.

If such a figure is transgender, then you can only ask for a referral doctor.

Because she was sweating and was startled, Yu Yiru went to the bathroom to wash her body again, and when she came out, Bo Fuzhang fell asleep again.

This time, Yu Yiru didn't even want to look at it, she charged her mobile phone by the bedside, and then turned off the airplane mode.

After returning to the signal state, the phone vibrated and received dozens of various messages.

There were thirteen missed calls, eight from the landlord's son.

Most of the others were friends asking her why she didn't reply to the message.

Yu Yiru then edited a text message, saying that she was kicked out by the landlord, and that the mobile phone charger and other electrical appliances were deducted by the landlord, and that she only borrowed them from others now, and then pressed the group post.

She was pitiful and strong in the words, as expected, although the night was already deep, she still received a lot of comfort in the next second.

She picked out more important friends to exchange some pleasantries, and then sent a group good night.

At this time, the phone received another call.

Remarks name is the landlord's son.

Yu Yiru showed an impatient face, hung up the phone, and replied to him in WeChat——

Charlotte: I'm sorry for the sudden interruption of the call. My phone died just now, and the charging cable is still at home.

Charlotte: I was sleeping at my friend's house and my friend was asleep so I couldn't answer the phone.

She sent these two sentences, feeling quite satisfied.

See, to be able to remain calm and speak appropriately under such circumstances, the Virgin Mary Sue is alive, I really want to ask who in the world can not like such a perfect woman.

She didn't believe that the person opposite could not feel guilty.

Sure enough, the other side quickly replied——

Qian Hangze: My mother is too much, how could she let you live outside so late.

Yu Yiru curled her lips, then pursed her lips and smiled.

She didn't say anything more, she just said that she was too tired and sleepy, so she said good night and didn't reply.

For other things, just leave it to the other party to figure it out.

After she finished her bedtime routine, she finally realized that she was really sleepy, so she turned off the bedside light and lay down on the pillow and got into the bed.

Because of the injury at the back of her head, she couldn't sleep on her back, so she slept on her right side.

In this way, in the darkness, she could vaguely see Bo Fuzhang's slender body, and feel the vigorous heat from her body.

So before falling asleep, images of Bo Fuzhang's past and present inevitably flashed in her mind.

She remembered one thing.

When she entered high school, she gave a speech as a freshman representative in the auditorium.

She was smug and smug, dressed in her neatest clothes, and combed her hair meticulously into a high ponytail.

If you think about it again, it seems that you secretly sipped the dean's lipstick, hoping to make yourself look more eye-catching.

In fact, when she entered the auditorium, looking around, she was indeed the most beautiful of all the students.

She has a fair face, beautiful features, a tall and straight figure, and her eyes are clear and bright, reminiscent of the description of a pool of autumn water in the book.

She straightened up like this and walked up to the podium. When she spoke the first word, she saw Bo Fuzhang who had just opened the door of the auditorium and walked in because of being late.

The sunlight on her skin seemed to turn into a cold blue light.

Her long hair fell down in disregard of the school rules and was covered on a beautiful suit jacket.

She wore a blue bow tie, a crisp white shirt, and a skirt that fell just above her knees.

Her face was blurred into an illusory halo under the sunlight, but it was enough to make Yu Yiru, who was wearing a tracksuit, feel ashamed for a moment.

It's hard to describe how amazing that moment was.

After time passed, Yu Yiru felt that the clothes were not beautiful and she was a bit of a second grader, and the hairstyle was also very ordinary, but after blurring the face, it was still an unforgettable memory.

That is probably what is said in the poem, the spring green under the bridge of sadness was once a shadow of Jinghong.

Yu Yiru woke up from this dream of memories that made her deeply moved.

Then she saw the face that couldn't appear in the memory that she zoomed in on...