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Xiao Ye knew that Zhao Xianghai was upset seeing him, so he kept his mouth shut and kept silent.

He just sat by the bed like that, and after ten, twenty or ten minutes, he suddenly stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Xianghai's forehead to make sure his body temperature didn't rise again, and then withdrew his hand in peace.

For a while, only the sound of Xiao Ye's exploration was left in the room, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

Xiao Ye took the mobile phone, swiped it boredly, saw that it was almost there, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch Zhao Xianghai's forehead.

Zhao Xianghai, who was on the verge of falling asleep, grabbed his hand: "Are you annoying?"

Xiao Ye's arm was firmly pinched by Zhao Xianghai, a throbbing pain instantly surged out like an electric current, he couldn't help but groaned in pain.

Zhao Xianghai opened his eyes strangely.

He didn't squeeze too hard.

How could Xiao Ye gasp in pain?

"You..." He looked at Xiao Ye's wrinkled handsome face with some hesitation, lowered his eyes, and then looked at Xiao Ye's arm.

On the arm that was originally clean and strong, there was a large patch of hot red.

Zhao Xianghai frowned, and asked solemnly, "What's going on with you!"

Xiao Ye silently withdrew his arm, closed his mouth, and stubbornly refused to speak.

Zhao Xianghai kicked him: "Ask you."

"...was scalded by oil," Xiao Ye was silent for a while, then hung his head, and replied reluctantly, "It's my first time cooking, I'm inexperienced, so I got burned."

"And then," Zhao Xianghai's eyes darkened, "you just let it go, the doctor came just now, and you didn't let him deal with it?"

"forget."

"You..." Zhao Xianghai was speechless.

What did Xiao Ye tell him to say?

He just had a low-grade fever, and Xiao Ye just sat on the bedside of his face like this, annoying him from time to time, touching his forehead to check his temperature.His own arm was burned red, but he had completely forgotten about it, and he didn't even remember to deal with it.

Besides stupid, is there any word in the world that is more suitable to describe Xiao Ye?

"A little injury, what does it matter, don't ask." Xiao Ye turned around, turned his back to Zhao Xianghai, and said in a strange voice, "...Anyway, you don't care.

pain. "

Zhao Xianghai took a deep breath, resisting the urge to kick Xiao Ye to death.

He pointed to the medicine box still on the bedside table: "There's a tube of burn ointment inside. It's packed in white and yellow. Take it out and apply it yourself."

Xiao Ye turned his head and looked at Zhao Xianghai's serious eyes.

He opened his mouth, but after all he didn't say anything else, he searched the medicine box silently for a while, found the ointment, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed it on his arm.A large lump of white scald ointment leaked out like a torrent.

Zhao Xianghai clicked his tongue helplessly: "After applying so much, do you want to put foundation on your arms? Can your skin still breathe? Xiao Ye cut off half of the ointment, and put the remaining ointment on the Apply a thin layer on the arms.

Seeing Xiao Ye finished applying the ointment, Zhao Xianghai shook his head, turned his back, ignored Xiao Ye, and went to sleep.

Xiao Ye looked at Zhao Xianghai's back, his eyes darkened, he sat quietly without moving.

Time passed minute by minute.

Xiao Ye looked at the phone boredly, with the sound of Zhao Xianghai's even breathing next to his ears.

He checked the time, it was one forty in the morning.

He turned sideways and called softly, "Brother Hai."

Zhao Xianghai didn't respond, it seemed that he was really asleep.

Xiao Ye heaved a sigh of relief, leaned forward, and reached out to touch his forehead again to confirm his temperature.

Zhao Xianghai was suddenly approached by a fiery body, frowned uncomfortably, and turned over.

Afraid of waking him up, Xiao Ye moved slightly.

Zhao Xianghai muttered a few words in his sleep, and slightly scratched his hand in the air.

However, with just such a grab, he directly caught the towel around Xiao Ye's waist.

Xiao Ye suddenly froze like a stone statue.