The mutual attraction of gravity and gravitation

"Zhenchun, why did you throw off the quilt." Zhongyuan Zhong who came back with a water basin also shouted helplessly.

Carelessly kicking the two quilts aside, lying on the bed with the whole body stretched out could not occupy much space, Nanase Zhenchun turned over lazily, exhaling a slightly hot breath: "I'm hot, and I'm well dressed pajamas."

The exposed parts were only the collarbone, wrists, and ankles. She didn't even lift up her pajamas, and she was already acting very well.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put down the water basin, pulled her into his arms, covered her carefully with the quilt, she frowned and struggled, and he said calmly: "Don't kick the quilt away."

The cool breath fell on the pinna, she rubbed it up, her cheek pressed against Nakahara Chuya's face, and sighed comfortably: "Chuya is cool."

His body surface is hot and sweatless, his whole body is as soft as cotton and leans against his arms, he is so small and light that he doesn't look bloated even if he is wrapped in a quilt, his cheeks are glowing with an abnormally bright blush, and his orange eyes are full of water looking over at him. , obviously have a cold and fever, but people are still making noise...

Zhong Yuanzhong sighed helplessly, "Where's the thermometer?"

Even though she was so fussy, he still felt that Nanase Masumi was soft and obedient like he had never seen before, and he was almost hopeless.

"Hand over the thermometer, don't hide it secretly." He pretended to be serious: "It's not safe to live if you are sick."

Moving her hand under the quilt, she handed out the thermometer, and kissed Zhongya Nakahara flatteringly on the cheek: "Here, I haven't come back after 10 minutes, so I'll take it out."

"39.2°C, won't you call me if you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and said with a smile: "You are almost going to be burned into a little fool."

Nanase Masumi poked her head to look, and softly argued: "I seldom get sick, and it's not that I haven't tried fighting in the rain before, and there is no problem at all."

I didn't expect that I fell ill after being exposed to the rain yesterday.

Even Tsunayoshi Sawada, who didn't exercise much, didn't get sick, but she got sick with a cold.

"I shouldn't have listened to you..." Nakahara Chuya frowned and blamed himself, holding Nanase's pure hand harder: "The result of indulging your willfulness is that you are sick, and I am also responsible for this incident."

The flame of the earth manipulated the towel into the water basin and squeezed out the water to dry it out. Zhongyuan Zhong also took the towel and folded it carefully and placed it on her forehead, "I used an electric cooker to cook some porridge for you. You have to eat something before you can take medicine."

Nanase Zhenchun raised her head and whispered: "Don't be angry, I know I was wrong."

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I'm not angry with you, I'm just angry with myself, I didn't notice your fever last night."

If it had been discovered earlier, Nanase Machun would not be so hot now.

She moved her hands and struggled out of the quilt to hold Zhongye's face in her arms. Her warm breath fell on the collarbone of his neck, and her lips pecked at his neck, Adam's apple, and jaw: "It's not Zhongye!" You’re right, don’t be sad.”

"I will be obedient, take medicine and rest, and Chuya blames himself, and I will feel very uncomfortable."

The beautiful and warm eyes are incredibly soft, covered with a thin layer of mist, she kisses Nakahara Chuya devoutly and softly, and the Kyoto soft tune falls in her ears, making her heart feel soft and hot.

The Adam's apple rolled unbearably, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also said in a hoarse voice: "The porridge is not cooked so quickly, I will use alcohol to cool you down first."

For fever, use alcohol to wipe the body to cool down. The most suitable places are the neck, armpits, groin and limbs. The purpose of initially lowering the body temperature can be achieved by rubbing alcohol on the trunk with rich blood circulation and blood vessels close to the skin.

The cotton soaked in alcohol rubbed the sides of the thin white neck little by little, leaving a coolness, Nanase Masumi lowered her head and exhaled lightly.

Slowly unbuttoning the clothes with her fingers, the pajamas fell on the bed, and she stretched out her hand to Zhongyuan Zhongya: "I'm ready."

Zhong Yuanzhong also responded in a low voice, soaked a few balls of cotton again with alcohol, and wiped the underarms and palms of his hands carefully. The alcohol evaporated and took away the heat of the body, leaving a coolness.

With her wrist pressed on Nakahara Nakaya's shoulder, Nanase Masumi hung her palms in the air to prevent the alcohol from rubbing Nakahara Nakaya's clothes, and knelt on the soft bed, keeping her body an arm's length away from him.

"Get up, there's no way to wipe it down while sitting." Zhong Yuanzhong also pinched the alcohol cotton ball, his eyes were lowered and restrained, and his voice was a little hoarse.

She obediently responded, moved her legs and knelt up straight, her hands still pressed on Zhongyuan Zhongye: "It's cool and itchy."

Quickly brushing her armpits and leg sockets, Zhong Yuanzhong also exhaled lightly, and patted her legs: "Stand out your feet."

Bai Shengsheng's little feet rested on Nakahara Nakaya's lap, and when the ball of alcohol cotton landed on the soles of her feet, Nanase Masumi recoiled in pain, Nakahara Nakaya grabbed her ankle, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move around, eat!" You have to rub it after you finish the medicine."

Nanase put on her pajamas sleepily, crawled back into the bed, and muttered: "It's not very comfortable, the alcohol seems to be burning on the skin."

"Who made you sick..." Nakahara Chuya, who wiped alcohol on her and made himself sweat thinly, changed the towel on her forehead manually. "Sick people have no right to complain."

She pulled the quilt to cover most of her face, her eyebrows and eyes slightly curved: "Chuya, I want to eat tempura and curry rice."

"There is no tempura, no curry rice, and the only thing you can eat before you recover from illness is porridge." Nakahara also threw the used alcohol cotton ball into the trash can.

Nanase Zhenchun's face fell down, and she asked pitifully, "Then how long am I going to eat?"

Does she have to eat porridge every day she is sick?

If the fever persists, wouldn't she just have to eat porridge?

"Whenever the illness recovers, you can eat tempura and curry rice normally." After carefully tucking up the corners of the quilt, Zhongya Nakahara sat by the bed and sterilized the thermometer and put it back into the box.

"Woo..." She bit the quilt unwillingly, "What if I get better tomorrow?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also patted the quilt, smiled and said: "Don't have such unrealistic dreams, close your eyes and sleep, and I will wake you up after the porridge is cooked."

Except for being startled by Nanase Zhenchun's high fever at the beginning, and scrambling to find medicine, Zhongyuan Zhong also handled it in an orderly and skillful manner.

Nanase Masumi closed her eyes, and her eyeballs rolled restlessly under her eyelids: "Has Chuya ever taken care of others like this before?"

He cooks porridge meticulously and gently, rubs alcohol to dissipate heat, and pats the quilt to lull people to sleep. Zhong also looks very skilled. Has he ever taken care of others like this before?

"Who would trouble you so much?" Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled, with a low and gentle tone.

"But Chuya is very skilled in taking care of patients with fever?" Nanase Masumi opened her eyes, her tone a little sour.

She didn't want to worry about it, but sick people are prone to cranky thoughts, and so is she.

As long as she thinks that there are other people who are being cared for tenderly by Nakahara Chuya, she can't help but feel sad.

Is she being too possessive?Obviously, even if there was, it must have been a long time ago. Since Nakahara Zhongya met her, they have been together all the time, whether as partners or lovers.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little surprised, he lightly scratched her upturned nose, and said amusedly: "Why do you even eat this kind of flying vinegar? It's all the experience of taking care of your companions a long time ago."

And even if he was the companion who took care of the sheep, he didn't personally stand by his side, but just helped find medicine and change the water.

I just saw how they took care of their weak and sick companions, and kept them in mind for emergencies.

"But I'm just uncomfortable..." She took Nakahara Chuya's hand and pressed it to her chest, "Listen to my heart beating, I feel so uncomfortable that my heart beats faster."

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched his hand, but didn't twitch: "That's the rapid heartbeat caused by illness."

Nanase Zhenchun blinked blankly, and said straightforwardly and frankly: "But I just don't feel well, like a small hole in my heart leaking lemon juice."

A sour, astringent feeling, not painful but can make people feel stuffy.

She just told Nakahara Chuya honestly how she felt, wouldn't that work?

Like a usually alert and nimble animal revealing its soft and fragile abdomen to a trusted person, the sick Nanase's soft and gentle words are like soaking in warm water, making the heart and mouth soft and ironed infinitely.

Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief, and loosened his frown: "Zhenchun is the first patient I have taken care of so meticulously, and there is no one else in front of you."

He leaned down to hold the back of her neck, kissed the dry and soft lips like cotton, his lips and tongue traced the petal-like lips, licking and moisturizing her dryness little by little, and then he stretched it in after she let out a soft and unbearable hum. In the mouth, gently and meticulously hooked and teased.

"Chuya..." She put her arms around Nakahara Chuya's shoulders, her fingers gripping the fabric on his back.

He whispered back, "I'm here."

The deep and beautiful cobalt blue eyes reflected her sick and flushed cheeks, the gentle and restrained eyes were so hot that she didn't dare to look any more, she closed her eyes hard to avoid Nakahara Chuya's sight.

Her tongue licked the palate, the jaws, and the sensitive spots everywhere. Panting lightly, she wanted to avoid Chuya Nakahara's kiss, but her fingers clenched his clothes uncontrollably, unwilling to let him leave.

"You can't kiss when you have a cold..." She made up random excuses and faltered: "Illness can be transmitted to Zhongye."

Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled, "I'm not afraid of infection."

"But it's hard to be sick..." She choked and groaned, "You can't go out to play, you can't eat tempura, your body is limp and weak, and, and..."

"It's scary to have to eat porridge until you recover from illness?"

"It's terrible..." Nakahara Chuya couldn't help laughing, "Does Zhenchun want to get better soon?"

She looked at him blankly, "Get well soon?"

With such a method, Zhongyuan Zhong should be able to use it directly for her, so why bother to ask her what she means?

She was a little nervous, and cautiously probed: "How fast?"

Nakahara Nakaya pondered for a while, "I just contacted Mrs. Sawada and told her that you are sick."

Nanase Masumi blinked, and asked hesitantly, "And then?"

"She said she would bring us green onions..." He raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "If you use that method, you should be able to recover tomorrow, right?"

Nakahara Chuya's voice sank slightly with a hint of bewitchment: "After the illness is cured, you can eat the tempura and curry rice you want soon."

I always felt that Nakahara Chuya's expression was hostile, Nanase Zhenchun asked anxiously: "What should I do?"

Lips moved to her ear and whispered a few words, Nanase Zhenchun's face flushed little by little, her ears were so red that she could bleed, her throat was blocked and she couldn't speak a word, only bits and pieces of shame the sound of.

"Would you like to try it, Zhenchun?" Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled.

Nanase Zhenchun put her hands on his face and pushed him away forcefully, cursing in embarrassment and anger: "Fuck, rascal!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also fell off the bed, his ears were reddish, he turned his head and touched the back of his neck: "That's why I gave you a chance to choose."

If it was an ordinary method, he would use it directly without telling her.

The folk remedies from the Japanese countryside, although it is hard to say, but it is said that the effect is really good.

Didn't he see that Nanase Masumi was burning badly, and it happened that Sawada Nana said to buy green onions again, so he asked tentatively.

Shamed and annoyed, she tightened the quilt and shouted, "China is also a pervert!"

"Didn't I do it yet?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also sat on the ground arguing with her.

Didn't she want to eat tempura and curry rice earlier?He was also worried that she would steal food in the middle of the night if she was hungry.

If it wasn't for Nanase's pure craftsmanship, he absolutely believed that she could sneak up in the middle of the night to cook for himself.

Nanase Masumi picked up a pillow and hit him on the face, firmly said: "Zhong is also a big pervert!"

Can those embarrassing things be said to girls? !