Lock Your Heart and Lock Your Love: Don't Marry a Rich Husband

I'm still running a fever, in case there are any germs... Be good, be obedient, I'll get you a towel. "

Bai Zixin didn't remember it until he said that, he hurriedly stood up, squinted his eyes, and looked at him nervously, "Has your fever gone? It's 39 degrees Celsius this morning..."

How could Luo Yuchen tell her that she was dizzy now, and a big smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "The fever is going away, I am in good health, and I will recover soon, don't worry, good boy... ..."

His body was burning hot, and his heart was also burning hot.

Xinxin is worried about him... Does this mean that she has forgiven him?

Luo Yuchen resisted the urge to press a kiss on her forehead, went to the bathroom, wrung a towel with hot water and came back, measured the temperature with his hand, and then slowly covered Bai Zixin's swollen eyes.

Bai Zixin sighed comfortably, "Oh... so comfortable..."

Luo Yuchen smiled, and tucked the corner of the quilt for her, "Rest for a while, and when your eyes get better, I'll take you to the dining table for dinner?"

"But, I'm already hungry now..."

The soft and waxy voice was a little hoarse, with a little bit of grievance.

Luo Yuchen couldn't help smiling, stretched out his hand to help her sit on the sofa, and once again patted her head habitually, with a doting tone, "Okay, you grab the towel, can I feed you?"

She tilted her head and nodded.

……

After feeding Bai Zixin for half an hour, Luo Yuchen changed the hot towel for Bai Zixin again, then cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and sat at the dining table to eat, holding the chopsticks in his hand, but felt a little powerless , his head was dizzy, his ears seemed to be buzzing like a group of mosquitoes, and he seemed to be able to feel the heat rising from his head.

The high fever did not start to get better as he hoped, but it tended to get worse...

Luo Yuchen raised his fist and lightly thumped the temple, trying to make himself more awake.

Bai Zixin is still resting in the living room, he can't fall down in front of her, can't frighten her again like in the morning...

Luo Yuchen's sanity was still quite clear, he pinched the chopsticks with trembling fingers, and picked up a chopsticks of food from the plate, but before it was delivered to his mouth, it fell onto the dining table in a pia.

"What's the matter?" The living room and the dining room are very close, and with Bai Zixin covering his eyes now, his other senses have become more sensitive than usual. He heard the slight sound all of a sudden, and couldn't help but ask. .

"It's okay, you can sleep for a while, huh?"

Bai Zixin didn't speak anymore, Luo Yuchen breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the fallen vegetables with a paper towel, threw them into the trash can, and slowly picked the rice in the bowl, but felt his head getting dizzy, The top-heavy situation is getting worse.

It seems that I can't hold it any longer...

Luo Yuchen thought dizzily, let go of the hand holding the chopsticks, rolled his eyes up, and suddenly fainted on the chair.

……

When I woke up again, it was still daytime outside the window, and the sun was slightly slanting to the west. Luo Yuchen stretched out his hands and rubbed the aching temples on both sides of his head. Looking down with his dark eyes, he saw Bai Zixin lying on the bed The swollen eyes are no longer so serious, and he is falling asleep with his head tilted.