"Yi Xiaoling..."

All day long, Yi Xiaoling was called to drink, like a real little wife, taking care of Yan Shuhan.

He was thirsty for a while, and hungry for a while.

As soon as he saw a little impatience on her face, he would immediately cover her forehead and ask her if she had a fever again.

Just talk about fever.

He would also add a sentence at the back: "I am sorry, someone robbed me of the quilt when I slept last night, and didn't give it to me at all, blowing the cold air all night..."

That weak look, his faintly resentful tone, seemed to have been abused all night.

But Yi Xiaoling didn't remember at all, what it was like when she fell asleep last night.

She was drunk and slept well until dawn.

When he woke up, he was ill.

Now being accused by him, she wants to deny it, but she has no confidence.

I can only continue to be enslaved by him...

"The fruit is cut. Do you want to eat apples or pears?" Yi Xiaoling walked up to him with a plate of fruit and asked.

"The smile on my face is not sincere enough. If you are like this, I will feel that I have enslaved you and can't eat it." Yan Shuhan glanced at her, the bone-picked lips in the egg.

"Young Master Yan, being able to serve you is the blessing I have cultivated in my last life. I don't feel enslaved by you at all." Yi Xiaoling was startled, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"For the sake of your love for me, let's get an apple first." Yan Shuhan pointed casually, but didn't take the fruit in his hand, but opened his mouth straight to signal Yi Xiaoling to feed him.

"Young Master Yan, you have a fever, not a handicapped person. You should be able to use the fork yourself." Yi Xiaoling tried to keep smiling and slowly added.

"I suddenly felt a little dizzy, did you think I was burning again? Forget it, I'll eat it myself, who made me unlucky, was bullied by someone all night..."

"Stop! I'll feed you." Yi Xiaoling picked up the fork and stuffed an apple into his mouth.

This finally made him stop.

After feeding him the fruit, his uncle began to feel sick again.

"The room is a little stuffy, open the window."

"Yi Xiaoling, I'm a little bored. Tell me a few stories."

"I can't sleep, you sing me a song."

"..."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yi Xiaoling stood up abruptly, looking at the man who was in good measure.

Just before the attack, his hand was already on his forehead.

"My head hurts a bit, do you want to touch it, I seem to be burning again." Yan Shuhan's black eyes flickered, looking at her lonely.

"You'd better burn it to death, or wait for you and see how I can clean you up!" Yi Xiaoling gritted his teeth.

The hand still touched his forehead uneasy.

Just discovered that the temperature seemed a bit high and was about to call a doctor, Yan Shuhan suddenly held her wrist and pulled her into his arms with a strong pull.

Holding both hands, Yi Xiaoling lay on him, just like a stack of Arhats.

"I can't feel it just by touching my forehead. If you hug me, you will know how serious I am burning."

Yi Xiaoling: "..."! !

Can body temperature be measured like this?

Is he teasing her?

But joking is joking, Yi Xiaoling looked at his white face, and quickly got up from him, changed hands, and touched his forehead again.

"It's really burning again, why didn't you say it earlier!" Yi Xiaoling's face changed, and she turned and ran out of the door, with a panic expression that revealed her concern.