The season is changing. During the flu outbreak, An Ruixin is very busy during this time, and she has to go to the crew to film, and she has to rush to announce and shoot commercials, and even start to prepare for her second album.

The company's studio is spinning every day, and the body still can't bear it.

At the end of the day’s shooting, An Ruixin felt top-heavy and her throat still hurt a little.

Wei Qing also noticed her anomaly, and asked with concern: "Rui Xin, why is your face so ugly? I'm not feeling well?"

An Ruixin smiled tiredly: "A little bit, I'm going back first."

"Well, go back and have a good rest."

An Ruixin went home in the car. When she got home, she had a headache, her hands and feet were a bit soft, and she didn't even have the strength to get out of the car.

The driver called her in front of her for several times without hearing any response, and finally realized something was wrong. As soon as she turned her head, she saw An Ruixin sitting in the back seat with her eyes closed, very weak.

hurriedly got out of the car and took a look at her situation, then immediately turned around and entered the house to report to Ji Chengze and others.

An Ruixin only felt that there was something digging in her head, it was painful, her whole body was warm, she didn't have the slightest strength.

I felt someone approaching in a dazed manner, a familiar voice called her name, her cold hand stroking her hot forehead, she couldn't help but sigh comfortably.

even replied a little bit with reason, reached out and grabbed Ji Chengze's hand, and whispered: "Chengze?"

Ji Chengze's voice was low and there was a bit of obvious concern: "Well, it's me. You have a fever, I will take you in first."

"Hmm." An Ruixin obediently stretched her hand to Ji Chengze's neck, letting Ji Chengze hug her all the way back to the bedroom.

An Ruixin fell asleep when she touched the pillow, but her head hurts so much that she couldn’t fall asleep after tossing for a while.

Ji Chengze seemed to see her discomfort, reached out his hand to touch her forehead, and asked in a low voice: "Uncomfortable?"

An Ruixin replied with a dumb voice: "Yeah."

Ji Chengze's hand tossed on An Ruixin's forehead: "How about this?"

"Feeling better now."

An Ruixin said that, Ji Chengze never left her forehead with her hand. This side was warmed up and replaced with the other side, which became a ready-made cooling device.

"You will go to bed first, and the doctor will come over soon."

"Ok."

Perhaps the cold hands on the forehead really played a role. Perhaps knowing that Ji Chengze was sitting on the edge and guarding herself, An Ruixin finally fell asleep.

Bewildered, I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the room, mixed with the voices of Ji's father, Ji's mother and others, and a relatively unfamiliar male voice.

"It should be the flu plus a little overwork. First take some drops to reduce the fever. When she wakes up, take some cold medicine and then see the situation. She is still a little weak now. When she wakes up, remember to let her eat some easy-to-digest liquid food before letting her Take medicine, don't take it on an empty stomach."

"Okay, Dr. Zhao, I will take you off."

An Ruixin fell asleep again after hearing the conversation of several people.

In my sleep, I vaguely felt a little cold in my hands, and my fingertips curled up subconsciously.

It didn't take long for the slightly cool fingertips to be wrapped in warmth, and An Ruixin's frown was finally stretched.

When I woke up again, the sky outside was still dark. An Ruixin blinked her eyes to be a little awake. As soon as she turned her head, she saw Ji Chengze sitting next to her bed, still holding herself tightly with one hand while hanging. The hand of the bottle.