Chapter 175

"I have to go back to my room." Li Wei propped up, but before he got up, Zhao Qian picked her up, put her on the bed, pulled over the quilt and helped her cover it.

"You have a high fever. Don't you know that? You don't have to go anywhere. Just have a good sleep. " Zhao Qian's attitude is somewhat cold.

Li Wei touched his forehead, and it was really warm. No wonder his head was dizzy and heavy. Zhao Qian went to pour Li Wei a cup of boiling water and asked her, "do you have any medicine?"

"No..." Li Wei felt as if in a dream. She wanted to leave the room as soon as possible. She could not have any involvement with the man, but her body could not move.

Zhao Qian then opened the door and went out. Li Wei was lying in the bed full of heat. She didn't want to think about it any more. In short, Zhao Qian left and she was quiet.

Zhao Qian knocked on another door, and after a while, a lazy voice came from the room: "who, in the middle of the night, have already gone to sleep."

Zhao Qian said through the door, "it's me. It's urgent."

Two minutes later, the people in the room finally came and opened the door.

"Qiu Kai, you can buy me some medicine."

"Medicine? What medicine? " Qiu kaigang was still confused when he was awakened.

"For fever and cough."

"What about your cold?"

Zhao Qian said, "don't ask so many questions. Go and buy them and send them to my room. Be quick. "

Qiu Kai went back to the room, put on his thick coat and went out. Zhao Qian still went back to the room here. He looked down at the woman in bed and was sleeping with her eyes closed.

He sat at the edge of the bed, looking down at the face. Two curved slender eyebrows are carefully drawn, eyes have been gently closed, two rows of dark thick eyelashes slightly up, straight and delicate nose tube is the red gorgeous pink lips.

The woman in his memory was very delicate, and at present she was not bad, but at best beautiful and dignified. She is her, not her.

Zhao Qian looked at Li Wei for a while. Seeing that most of her arms were out of the quilt and her eyebrows frowned slightly, he pulled her arm into the quilt.

Her body was still boiling hot, but there was no one to take care of. Zhao Qian moved his heart of pity. He began to recall how the people around him had taken care of him before he was ill.

It's like a hot towel. He immediately took action, ran to the bathroom to get a clean towel, hot water soaked, twisted, and then quickly walked to Li Wei, with her on the forehead.

Li Wei half dream and half wake up, just feel uncomfortable, body twist, Zhao Qian but pressed her body, whispered in her ear: "darling don't move, slowly will be good."

After two minutes, Zhao Qian realized that the towel was not so hot, and rushed to soak it in hot water again.

One of Li Wei's hands stretched out the quilt, and Zhao Qian looked at the hand. The hand in his memory had a few inch long fingernails, which were dyed red with Impatiens juice. Her hands are well maintained, white and soft. He often wears a string of Pink Tourmaline on his wrist, but he wears a ring of red gold inlaid with red treasure all the year round.

The fingernail was neatly manicured, with long fingers and distinct bony joints. It did not look like any flesh. I have no jewelry on hand.

Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment, and finally put out his hand and covered the small hand that was exposed outside. His heart pounded, never thought that one day he could hold her hand.

"Your hands are so small." Zhao Qian couldn't help whispering, but he didn't know whether the people in bed heard him.

Qiu Kai went out for nearly half an hour before returning with a large bag of medicine. Qiu Kai handed the medicine to Zhao Qian. He looked inside from the door, and vaguely saw that there was still a person lying on the bed. Qiu Kai was surprised and asked, "who is the man inside?"

"You don't have to worry about it. It's hard for you in the middle of the night." Zhao Qian slammed the door.

Qiu Kai is at a loss outside the door, full of doubts. What is Zhao Qian doing. Come on, he's just an assistant to Zhao Qian. It's not good to interfere too much in his private life. I just hope he knows how to behave and don't leave any excuses for those unscrupulous media.

Zhao Qian took out the medicine in the plastic bag box by box, as well as a thermometer. He looked at the instructions on the box carefully, and finally made up the medicine.

"Well, it's time to get up and take the medicine." Zhao Qian took a cup of medicine to call Li Wei.

Li Wei vaguely half opened his eyelids to see him for a time, consciousness is not clear. Zhao Qian handed the cup to her lips, and Li Wei took a few gulps. Then Zhao Qian filled her with medicine and let her swallow it.

"What do you give me to eat?" At this moment, Li Wei seemed to wake up again.

"Medicine. If you are ill, you have to take it."

Li Wei eyes round stare, she seems not to believe Zhao Qian's words.

Seeing her take the medicine in person, Zhao Qian asked her to lie down again and cover the quilt again.

Zhao Qian thought of that small glass pipe. He seemed to have seen someone use it, but he was a little confused about how to use it."Well, how do you use this?" Zhao Qian pushed Li Wei. Seeing that it was a thermometer, Li Wei opened his hand and took it and put it under his arm.

"I'm fine. You go."

"It's all right. There's no one to look after you. " Zhao Qian could not rest assured and left Li Wei.

Li Wei wants to say that people can't die of a cold, but her head is dizzy. She doesn't have so much strength to fight with Zhao Qian.

39.6℃！ High fever, no wonder it's so hard, sometimes sober, sometimes confused. Li Wei took antipyretic medicine still lay down, after nearly an hour to see the effect slowly, palms began to sweat. Zhao Qian keeps watch in front of Li Wei and takes good care of it. Seeing that the temperature of Li Wei has dropped, he is relieved. Body comfortable, Li Wei also deep sleep in the past.

She should be OK, Zhao Qian looked at Li Wei's sleeping face and couldn't help reaching out and touching her face.

Li Wei said: "I am cold."

It's still cold? His face was not cold. When he touched the palm of his hand, it was really cold. Li Wei in the quilt twisted and curled up into a ball. His body seemed to be shaking slightly.

When Zhao Qian was a child, he heard from his nursing mother that someone would shiver after a high fever. How can I help her? When he was a child, he was ill, and the nursing mother would always coax him in her arms with a soft voice, and then he slowly got better.

This idea flashed, he took off his shoes and stepped onto the bed, lying beside Li Wei's body, stretching out his long arms around her. Confused Li Wei realized that what heat source was close to her, she squeezed toward the heat source with instinct.

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