The wind lives in this life policy

"Fuck! Why is it so hot!" Ye Xiaofeng was dumbfounded on the spot.

It's just that Feng Ce's impression of being invincible has always been so invincible, especially after knowing his identity and his martial arts, the possibility of Feng Ce getting sick is almost zero. Not stupid, he simply lost his ability to move. He stood by the bed and was distracted for a while before thinking of what to do.

He immediately ran to the bathroom, got a wet towel and put it on Feng Ce's forehead, then took a few cans of beer from the refrigerator, poured them on the towel, and began to wipe Feng Ce's body. After that, I felt better, at least not as exaggerated as it was at first.

Ye Xiaofeng contacted the customer service of the hotel again, asked for a thermometer and antipyretics, and took the correct temperature.

39 degrees four... Ye Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily it didn't reach [-] degrees.

Because he didn't know what caused Feng Ce to have a fever, Ye Xiaofeng held his mobile phone and wondered whether he should call an ambulance to take him to the hospital, but subconsciously, he was a little afraid that Feng Ce's martial arts would be discovered once he went to the hospital. He couldn't dial a number for a long time, until a hand stretched out from the side, silently covering the back of Ye Xiaofeng's hand.

Ye Xiaofeng was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized who it was, he immediately approached Feng Ce and asked, "Feng Ce, you're awake! Do you know that you have a fever! It's up to 39 degrees! How do you feel now? Do you want to take you with me?" Go to the hospital?"

Feng Ce blinked, as if he hadn't reacted yet, but Gao Neng's eye sockets were burning reddish, contrary to the previous indifference and alienation, he rarely showed a trace of helplessness, staring at Ye Xiaofeng mistyly, occasionally lashing his eyelashes. Trembling, moist and shiny, Ye Xiaofeng's heart melted from staring at it.

I'm going to your mother, what time is Ye Xiaofeng, what are you thinking... Ye Xiaofeng secretly scolded herself for being a psychopath, held Feng Ce's hand, and used a coaxing tone and expression to coax Feng Ce, "Aren't you very cute?" It’s hard, how about drinking some water first, I’ll make you some porridge later, and we’ll take medicine after you eat something?”

Feng Ce still didn't speak, his eyes were condensed into dizziness, and he circled Ye Xiaofeng gently and softly, and it took him a long time to cough out a word from his throat, "...Okay."

This "good" is simply touching and provocative, the hoarse voice is weak, but it sounds like a love story in the ear, fragmented like a sigh, whispering softly, until Ye Xiaofeng shouted in his heart that he is a fool, Being uttered a single word by someone made my brain useless, I couldn't say anything I wanted to say, I only knew to stare at such a rare Feng Ce, staring intently, watching with tenderness, finally blindfolded myself speechlessly Face: Ye Xiaofeng, you can go to hell, beast...

Of course, it is impossible for the beast to really die. There is still a patient to take care of in front of him. He tried to call back the lost soul. Two big pillows were stuffed behind his back, and then a cup of warm boiling water was brought to Feng Ce's mouth, and he stared at him to drink it.

"If you have a fever, you must drink water. Drink water to sweat, and sweat to get better."

Feng Ce's illness is the same as having aphasia, he can't speak, what Ye Xiaofeng said, drink water if you want to drink water, change clothes if you want to change clothes, wipe your body if you want to wipe your body, everything Ye Xiaofeng said, It's the imperial decree, you don't even look at it when you take it out, just follow it.

When the room service brought the porridge, Feng Ce was forced to drink up two glasses of water.

At first, I thought this was the limit, but I didn't expect that the more test of endurance was yet to come. When a bowl of porridge was handed to him, Feng Ce only glanced at it, then looked away, and returned to Ye Xiaofeng, speechless is better than ten thousand words The meaning of Di Mulu's request could not be more obvious: I have weak hands, so I need someone to feed me.

So when a spoonful of porridge was fed to the other person's mouth with shaking hands, Ye Xiaofeng was still muttering in his heart: What the hell is going on... Is this a prelude to fever and stupidity?Why did he even change his personality... If the fever doesn't heal after three or four days, maybe there is nothing wrong with Feng Ce, and he will burst his blood vessels and be sent to the hospital first.

The lingering gaze seemed to be tangible, turning into thousands of tender feelings, enveloping Ye Xiaofeng's eyes tightly, Ye Xiaofeng finally surrendered, "You, you don't look at me like this anymore, I will do anything when you look like this No way..."

Unexpectedly, there was a trace of innocence in Feng Ce's eyes, as if silently protesting that he had done nothing, how could he become a victim...

Ye Xiaofeng resigned, "You keep staring at me like this...I really can't stand it." There's still a sentence behind: I can't stand it alone!

Finally, Feng Ce spoke, his naturally good voice was suppressed in his throat, and he let out each word, "Why... I want to look at you."

Ouch!Ye Xiaofeng's heart was shattered, and he almost couldn't hold the bowl.

"You, what's the matter with you?" Is this a sign of immortality?Why didn't there be any warning, so that he, a mortal, can prepare a bit first, for this sudden attack, those with a weaker mental capacity will hang up directly...

"It's nothing..." Feng Ce blinked his eyes slowly, the halo in his eyes swirled slightly, and there was a faint trace of nostalgia, "Back when my brother recovered from his injury, Lou Wanfeng... took care of him like this."

"Brother? Hmm..." Ye Xiaofeng recalled, "Is it Feng Xi? Lou Wanfeng? Someone your brother likes?"

"That's right, Lou Wanfeng..." Feng Ce nodded, his thoughts drifted away, "At that time, I was still young, and once, I went to visit..." He went to visit Feng Xi, and he wanted to see Feng Xi's internal strength recovery by the way. How much, but it happened that Lou Wanfeng was lying beside the bed, talking softly with Feng Xi.For some unknown reason, he stood by the door and did not go in, but he could not help hearing the conversation between the two.It's just a very ordinary chat, without any important points, Lou Wanfeng's unrestrained style adds countless splendor to the empty and quiet room, accompanied by Feng Xi's occasional faint responses, every word you say and I say, vividly illuminate the darkness of the room.

"I've never liked him, I've never liked him..." Feng Ce's voice changed from light to heavy, "But at that moment, I suddenly understood why my brother loves him so much, he loves him so much that he doesn't even care about his life, and has lived and died for him ..."

"Are you envious?" Ye Xiaofeng said immediately.

"Envy?" Feng Ce murmured to himself, "Maybe..."

At that time, Feng Ce was still young, not experienced deeply, and didn't understand the deep relationship between Feng Xi and Lou Wanfeng, but he still felt that scene was very happy, so happy that he couldn't help but feel anticipation in his heart.He thought that if one day, when he was seriously ill and was bedridden, there would be someone by his side, even if he didn't say a word, he would be very content.

And now, this person appeared.

When he was deep in an extremely hot desert and was walking on foot while the surroundings were dark, someone opened up a skylight for him in front of him and sent him a handful of coolness.

So with the last bit of strength, Feng Ce opened his eyes.

There was only one person, just as he had longed for many years ago, kneeling beside the bed, gently holding his hand, staring at him cautiously, eyes full of worry.

He suddenly understood the true meaning of Yi Qingwen's words: willing to take this person with him, comfort him for the rest of his life, and make his dreams come true by being with him.