Chapter 128: Sick fever 3

Chapter 128: I Have A Fever 3
The light in the living room was a little dim, and a few sneakers lay cluttered on the floor at the door.
He changed his slippers late at night and stood at his door, shouting hesitantly: "Han Ye, Han ??"
The room was quiet and there was no response at all.
Are you asleep? ?
In the evening, put down his schoolbag, walked to the door of Han Ye's bedroom lightly, reached out and pushed open the door.
The curtains in his room weren't pulled. At this moment when the sun was setting, a touch of orange light from the window fell to the floor through the glass window.
There was a figure lying on the big bed in the center of the room, wrapped in a quilt, and there was a bowl on the bedside table next to it.
He came to the bed late at night and glanced at Han lying on the bed. His face was pale, there were two touches of redness on his cheeks, and a pair of delicate eyebrows wrinkled tightly in his sleep. He looked It seemed cold, and the quilt was wrapped tightly around him.
She reached over his forehead and gave it a gentle glance. The temperature in her palm was astonishingly hot.
She turned her head and glanced at the bowl on the bedside table, which contained a small bowl of granules, but when she reached out to touch the side of the bowl, it was cold.
It is estimated that when Chen Liangyu sent her a message, the bowl of medicine was already placed on the bedside table, and it was already late evening. Obviously, this guy did not drink the medicine at all.
She could not help frowning late at night. She took up the medicine bowl on the bedside table, took it to the kitchen, put it in the microwave, heated it up, then returned it, stood by the bed, and shouted Han Yedao "Han Ye, Han Ye, got up to drink medicine ..."
Han Ye, who had been confused in his sleep, only felt a cold and hot body. He obviously wrapped the quilt tightly, but still felt extremely cold, but after a while, he felt too hot.
Just as he was uncomfortably cold and hot, a familiar voice softly called his name in his ear.
The sound sounded familiar. He should have heard it somewhere, but he fell asleep, and he couldn't remember who it was.
"Han Ye, Han Ye !!!" Later in the evening, he shouted that he didn't respond several times, so he turned up the volume and called him again.
"Hmm ..." Han also opened his eyes stupidly, the light in the room was a little dark, and there was a man standing by his bed.
The golden sunset outside the window was on her body, and a light golden halo was plated on her whole body. On her white and cheeks, a pair of and white eyes were looking at him with concern, A few strands of soft long hair fell down her shoulders along her slender neck. There was no wind in the room, but he felt as if a breeze was blowing at the moment.
At that moment, Han suddenly felt as if he had seen an angel in the mist.
"Han Ye, are you awake?" Yu Wan stood next to the bed and watched him slowly open his eyes finally, sitting next to him with a little surprise, and passed the medicine bowl in his hand and said: "Quick , Obediently drank the medicine. "
That familiar and unpleasant smell immediately filled Han Ye's nose.
Han couldn't help but frown, the angel holding the medicine bowl, then it was not an angel.
And how did this angel look so late? ?
Is he really thinking and dreaming? ?
(End of this chapter)