To The Lovely You

  After the two of them had dinner together in the evening, Luo Yichen suddenly lay on the sofa and couldn't get up. Not only can't afford it, he still licks his head, hey, hey, he has been: "My head, I have dizzy ... My stomach, good pain ... Ah, is there anyone cares about me?"

  Su Rourou was reading a novel on her mobile phone. After hearing what he said, she immediately dropped her mobile phone and touched his forehead in a panic: "Luo Yichen, what's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"

Luo Yichen's eyes flickered, a promotional smile flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and then he continued to hum: "I don't know what's wrong with me, I suddenly feel weak all over my body. Headache, stomach pain, back pain... my whole body. It hurts up and down!"

   "Then what should I do?" Su Rourou tested the temperature of his forehead, then put her forehead on it, and said to herself, "It's strange, you don't have a fever? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, no, I don't want to go to the hospital!" Luo Yichen, who was sick, seemed to be ten years younger in an instant, and even took her hand and acted like a spoiled child, "Just stay with me. Get a good night's sleep. , you'll be fine tomorrow."

  Su Rourou whispered, "I'm not medicine, how could I be okay with you? Well, I'll go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine for you to eat!"

After   , she picked up her purse involuntarily and rushed out the door like a gust of wind.

   "Hey, idiot! You..." Luo Yichen shouted twice in the direction where she disappeared, but the only response to him was a cool breeze blowing from the gate.

   He could only helplessly lowered his hand: How did he feel that he had gone astray again? In fact, she is the best medicine for his trauma! As long as he eats her, everything will be fine!

   But it was okay, fifteen minutes later, Su Rou Rou came back with a big bag of medicine. She put the package of medicine on the glass coffee table, then poured a glass of warm water and sat by the sofa, looking down at him with concern.

   "Luo Yichen, take medicine."

  Luo Yichen pretended to be weak, turned her head slightly to look at the waist she was holding in the palm of her hand, her eyes immediately widened.

   "Why, so many medicines?" His voice suddenly became much louder, almost forgetting that he was a "patient" at this moment.

  No way, he was really too frightened! In Su Rou Rou's palm, there were about twenty small pills of different sizes and shapes.

Su Rou Rou frowned and looked at her palm, and said sincerely, "No way, I told the doctor at the pharmacy that you have headaches, stomach pains, low back pains, and pains all over your body! Then...he prescribed so much for me. Medicine!"

  Luo Yichen couldn't help shaking, his whole body really started to hurt, he turned his head and snorted: "I don't want to eat it!"

  Su Rourou smashed his head over with a rare force, and then coaxed and said, "Be good, you need to take medicine if you are sick!"

   After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Luo Yichen to react, she directly stuffed all the pills in her palm into Luo Yichen's mouth, and then poured him a large glass of water.

  Luo Yichen was forced to cough violently, his pale face flushed red. His hand on the sofa clenched tightly, pressing the sofa into a fold.

  A person who is not ill, after taking so many medicines, will there be any problem? When he thought about it, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he actually felt a little dizzy.