Sick young master is addicted to sticking to me

At first, he thought he was just a hero, but now, he was directly raised to the height of an angel, and Yue Han was really frightened for a while.

He wanted to say something more, but Wei Mingyang huddled in his arms, so thin, just such a small ball, his body was still trembling, seeing this child like this, Yue Han really couldn't say anything.

He raised his hand to cover the wig-wearing head of the young master, and rubbed it, "It's getting late, go to bed, don't think you can escape training tomorrow if you say I'm an angel."

"You are really an angel." Wei Mingyang looked up at Yue Han, from the moment he pulled off the tie that was blindfolded in the alley, Yue Han's body was shining in his eyes, while others were not Like, "You're an angel."

"Okay, okay, I'm an angel, I'm an angel, young master, can you go to rest, look at the time now, it's a bit late, sleeping at this time is not good for your health, don't forget that I am you My health manager, go to bed, I'm going to bed too."

But Wei Mingyang shook his head vigorously, lying on his body like an octopus, and hugged him even tighter.

"Little Master..."

"Uh..." I couldn't pull it down twice once, couldn't pull it down twice, and couldn't pull it down three times. In the end, Yue Han really lost his patience, pulled the man off his body with all his strength, strangled him by the neck and sent him into the room Send, "Sleep! If you don't sleep obediently, I will press your head into the water, just like before, I will do what I say!"

In this world, probably only Yue Han can cure Wei Mingyang, because he is a person who can really say what he can do, and he has really pushed his head into the water.

Thinking of the feeling of choking on water, Wei Mingyang was afraid, and stood inside the door and shrank back. Under Yue Han's gaze, he obediently took a shower, went to bed, covered the quilt, and finally closed his eyes with his eyes wide open. Looking at Yuehan with big eyes.

Yue Han felt a little guilty when he saw him, so he hurriedly closed the door, entered his room, and washed it briefly. Originally, he was hit with a stick in the back and it still hurts. He should take some medicine.

But it was too troublesome to give himself medicine, and it was too exhausting to fight with so many people. He couldn't hold it anymore, and fell asleep.

This time he fell into a dark sleep, and when he woke up, his whole body was sore, especially the sap that was hit on his back, which made him unable to move.

And his arm was also numb for some reason, as if something was pressing on it.

He moved his arm carefully, but he heard a cry, which made his body jerk and quickly lifted the quilt.

"Wei Mingyang!"

"It's so noisy." Wei Mingyang opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw Yue Han, he was also taken aback, as if he had thought of something, his face quickly turned red, "Quack doctor! You, why are you here with me?" bed!"

"This is my room!" Yue Han roared at him.

"Your room?" Wei Mingyang glanced at the surrounding furnishings and frowned, "Well, it really doesn't seem to be my room."

"It wasn't your room in the first place, what the hell are you doing on my bed in the middle of the night! I'm not interested in a bean sprout like you!"

Wei Mingyang was annoyed by Yue Han's words. He put his hands on his chest and looked at him coldly, "The whole house is mine. I can sleep wherever I like. You don't care! You sleep, you have to suffer."

"You, you... have you returned to normal?" Yue Han stretched out his hand to touch Wei Mingyang's forehead.

Wei Mingyang slapped his hand away, "What do you mean I've returned to normal? I'm already normal. If it's not normal, it must be you. Why are your hands so cold?"

Wei Mingyang followed his example and touched his forehead, but when he touched it, he felt something was wrong, "Do you have a fever?"

"You just have a fever."

"You really have a fever, Yuehan."