Chapter 129: Sick fever 4

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He had just been in a daze for a few seconds, and the medicine bowl in his hand had been delivered directly to his thin lips.
Han also subconsciously turned his head away and muttered disgustedly, "No, I don't want to take medicine."
"Good, drink the medicine to get better." Yu Wan looked at him helplessly and whispered to him: "You are still feverish."
"I don't want to take medicine." Han Ye also dragged the horns with his hands, covering his half of the face, and the whole man was retracted into the quilt, leaving only a pair of dark and deep eyes outside, looking at Yu miserably Saying late: "Medicine is so hard ..."
"..."
His voice was full of grievances, a pair of deep eyes faintly red, and there was a shallow mist on the dark pupils, and he was so poorly lying in the quilt that it was like being in the winter The puppy abandoned by the owner, crouched in the basket.
Looking at him late at night, he slightly hesitated, a feeling of distress appeared in her heart inexplicably, she lowered her voice, and spoke softly toward Han Ye as softly as possible: "This medicine is not that bitter, you obediently I drank the medicine and got ill, wouldn't I need to take it ???? "
"Don't ..." Han also shrank his head in the quilt and said firmly, "You take the medicine away."
After giving him a helpless look at him late and silent for a moment, he still put the medicine bowl in his hand back to the bedside table.
"Okay, then I'll take the medicine first." After putting the medicine bowl, she turned her head, blinked a pair of black and white eyes and looked at Han also asked: "Then tell me how you want to take the medicine Where ???? "
Han was also having a high fever, and looked at Yu Wanyu in front of him, just feeling that he was dreaming.
The smile on her face looked warm, and her voice was soft and gentle.
When a person is sick, it is the most vulnerable time. Han also grew up from a young age. When he was sick, he suffered from fever alone. At this moment, he talked to him so tenderly and suddenly he couldn't help but Want to sprinkle Jiao.
"Keep kissing ..." Han also froze for a long time, thinking that he was dreaming anyway, so he just wanted to make any request.
"..."
Kiss? ?
Looking at him with a pitiful look, hesitated for a while, and finally leaned forward and kissed him gently on his forehead.
His forehead was hot and the temperature was amazing.
After a soft kiss on his forehead late in the evening, he quickly urged him, "Okay, dear, drink medicine."
"Hugging ..." Han also felt that his forehead was cold, and before he could feel the softness of her lips, she had already left.
"..."
He pouted later and looked at Han Ye, who was lying in the quilt. He had to open his arms and connect the quilt together, and gave him a bear hug.
A sweet atmosphere unique to her instantly surrounded Han.
Although separated by a quilt, he felt a sense of security in his heart when he was hugged tightly in the evening.
"Is that okay?" After holding Han Ye late in the evening, he let go of his hand and asked him softly, "Can I take medicine now?"
"Stand up high ..." Han blinked, his voice confused.
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(End of this chapter)