cat writing love poems

I forgot to buy a thermometer when buying medicine.

Luo Jia reached out to touch Lu Ziyan's forehead, it was a little hot, but it didn't seem very hot, she couldn't tell if he had a fever.

"Do you have a thermometer at home?" she asked.

"have it."

"..."

Luo Jia choked, "Yes or no, don't you know?"

"Ah."

He smiled lightly, feeling a little confident.

"..."

"It's past eleven o'clock. You used to sleep very late. Now it's rare to have a holiday to rest. You have caught a cold again. Go to bed early." Luo Jia suggested seriously.

She touched Lu Ziyan's forehead again, and always felt that the temperature was a little higher than normal, and she didn't know if it was her own psychological effect.

This time he was very obedient, "Okay."

But the direction he walked away was not the bed, but the door of the room, and he was about to go out.

Luo Jia hurriedly followed and grabbed his hand, "Where are you going?"

He stopped in his tracks, turned back and said to her, "Sleep in another room, this is for you."

Luo Jia was about to say that she could actually be allowed to go to the guest room.

He smiled at her, "Still, Jiajia wants to share a room with me."

"..."

Luo Jia reached out to poke his face, "You give me a good rest."

His eyelashes were slightly curved, and he smiled like a troublemaker who succeeded in a successful prank.

Then he took Luo Jia's hand back and took his hand. His palm was warm, and he held it gently in the palm of his hand, "But I can't sleep at all, Jia Jia can talk to me for a while."

"Yeah." She thought that every time she was reluctant to hang up the video before, Lu Ziyan would wait for her to fall asleep before hanging up, and said, "I'll fall asleep with you."

The guest room is next door.

Luo Jia personally supervised Lu Ziyan to lie down, and she sat by the bed, because he never let go of the hand he held.

She looked at the switches beside the bed and asked, "Which one is turning off the light?"

"The far left." He lay on the pillow, his voice sounded weak and lazy.

Luo Jia pressed the switch, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Only the hazy and dim light at the head of the bed was left, faintly falling down, and only his outline could be vaguely seen.

Not too harsh, good for sleeping.

After the lights dimmed, Lu Ziyan also calmed down. Except for the stubbornness in holding her hand, the whole person looked soft and obedient.

Luo Jia was still a little worried about his body temperature.

The night rain in spring has been drenched for so long, the cold air can almost penetrate into the bones, not to mention, he has been like a tight bowstring during this time, and his body is already very tired.

"Lu Ziyan?"

"Ah."

His voice was very small, as weak as a vague raving from sleep.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired and don't have much energy."

In the dim light, his eyes were soft and bright, staring at her all the time.

Her hand was held against his face.

There is a sense of dependence, like when she was sick when she was a child, she confidently made various demands on her strict parents on weekdays, eating one piece of candy, watching TV for a while, and sleeping for a while, things that are usually not allowed at this time will be allowed.

His soft and dependent gaze made her feel that soft hearted.

"Would you like some water?" she asked.

"Do not want to."

"I don't think I've seen you holding your phone tonight. Didn't your teammates ask where you went?"

"I told the manager before I left."

Saying so, he got up from the bed he was lying on.

Luo Jia quickly asked: "What do you want to take, I'll get it for you."

"The phone," he said, "is on the bathroom sink."

Luo Jia asked: "Do you want to use it? I'll get it for you."

"Need not."

"?" She paused when she was about to get up.

Lu Ziyan held her hand and did not let go.

His eyes were dark, and the way he looked at her was soft, "I don't need it, I just want to show it to you."

Luo Jia couldn't help laughing, and the eyes he stared at her were also full of smiles.

She couldn't help reaching out to pinch his face, always thinking he was so cute and childish, "I don't look at it either."

After a while of silence, Lu Ziyan tried to get up again.

Luo Jia asked: "What are you going to take this time, I can help you."

"Forgot to find your toiletries."

He sat up and put on his slippers.

When standing up, Luo Jia noticed that his other hand was propped on the edge of the bed to lend himself strength.

But when he got up, he still inevitably paused, and it took a long time before he seemed to find a balance point and be able to stand firmly.

She looked weaker than she thought.

Luo Jia quickly reached out to support him, "Are you feeling uncomfortable right now?"

"No, I was a little dizzy when I just woke up, but it's actually okay." Seeing her hesitation, he leaned over her shoulder, rubbed his chin on her shoulder and neck, and said in a low voice: "It's really okay, and I'll be obedient Just take your medicine, and you'll be fine after a little sleep."

She was still worried, "Then you tell me where to put it, and I will find it myself."

After a few seconds, Lu Ziyan's voice was not heard.

Luo Jia turned to look at him, "Lu Ziyan?"

"I can't remember."

"..."

Luo Jia heard his laughter rising from his chest, but couldn't tell whether he was serious or a prankster.

He only laughed a few times before stopping weakly, "It's okay, just wait for me here for a while, I'll look for it."

Luo Jia had no choice but to say, "Then you go."

However, after compromising, he didn't see him go away, his chin still resting on her shoulder.From her perspective, she could only see the back of him leaning over and bowing slightly.

His hair brushed against the skin of her neck from time to time, slightly itchy, but soft and comfortable.

He is like a child who is unresponsive, but sober and wants to rely on her.

Luo Jia put her arms around his waist, "Don't you want to lose sight of me? Do you want me to go with you?"

He didn't answer.

After a while, she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly lift.

But his heat didn't go away.

Even, getting closer.

He tilted his head slightly, and his lips pressed against her skin, light and heavy, like the instinctive touch of a drunk dreamer.

His kiss moved upwards slowly, touching her earlobe lightly.

In the end, it only stopped on the cheek next to the corner of her mouth, quietly docked, and did not make any further steps.

Luo Jia sighed, and pressed his shoulders to make him lie down again.

And tuck him in the quilt.

He let her fiddle with him, but kept his eyes on her.

Luo Jia has always wanted to do something, but at this moment she couldn't hold back, and reached out to rub his hair.

He has just been washed and dried, and he has a strange fluffy feeling when rubbed, like a well-behaved big dog.

Look at her eyes too.

Luo Jia leaned over and approached his lips.

Lu Ziyan tilted his head slightly, avoiding her approach, and whispered as if he was wronged, "I have a cold."

She smiled.

Following his angle, he lowered his angle and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Then you must be obedient, take medicine well, sleep well, and get better soon."