The national goddess she overturned

Chapter 732
"No, I'm fine." Sakurai Tsuki closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, sweat slid down her temples, her whole body was so soft that she couldn't even stand upright.

He struggled to open his eyes, which were filled with bloodshot eyes, "I just didn't sleep well last night, and I had a nightmare all night... Maybe I caught a cold. It was dark in front of my eyes, it should be anemia... I fell asleep after I slept. good……"

Bai Yuling stumbled and helped him lie down on the bed, walked to the bathroom, wet the towel with water, wringed it half dry, and wiped the fine sweat off his face.

"Lingjiang, I'm dying...can you do me a favor..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's just a fever. Once the fever subsides, you'll be fine." Bai Yuling comforted him worriedly, and gestured for him to open his mouth with a thermometer.

With a smile in her eyes, Sakurai Yue opened her mouth obediently, held the thermometer in her mouth, and stared at her wearily.

"Where are the antipyretics?" Bai Yuling rummaged through the cabinets and found the medicine box, only to find that there was only a bottle of disinfectant alcohol in it. He was a little dumbfounded for a while.

It looks like you just moved and the basic necessities are not fully prepared.

Bai Yuling was about to go downstairs to get him some medicine, so he took a look at the thermometer.

"What do you want me to do for you?" She looked at the temperature at 40°C, her eyelids twitched, and she followed him involuntarily.

Sakurai Yue weakly stretched out two fingers: "Two things."

"Take advantage of the fire? Didn't you say something just now?" Bai Yuling stared at his index finger and middle finger, the corners of his mouth twitching. Is this guy confused?
"First thing, tomorrow's solo concert at the Olympic Sports Center cannot be canceled temporarily, you go for me."

Bai Yuling blurted out: "I refuse! With so many fans at that time, wouldn't it be a shame if I opened my mouth?"

Even if she can falsetto, it is impossible to achieve [-]% similarity, and it is even more impossible to lip-sync. Isn't this deceiving fans?
This guy is so expensive for an outfield ticket, and the infield is even more expensive.

Ying Jingyue held her forehead helplessly, looked at the ceiling and sighed, "I really have no conscience. When I dressed up as Qiao Mengxue to deal with Jiang Haofeng in women's clothing, I was almost frivolous, and my reputation was ruined in your hands..."

"Don't say anything, I promise you." Bai Yuling quickly changed his words, at worst she put on some height-enhancing insoles!
Seeing that she had agreed to his request, Sakurai Tsuki immediately revived with full blood, struggled to sit up from the bed, and the wet towel on his forehead fell on the quilt.

"Lie down! What are you doing so excited?" Isn't it just agreeing to sing for him?How reluctant is this guy to have a concert?
Sakurai Tsuki leaned on the head of the bed docilely, smiling lightly.If it wasn't for the thermometer showing that he had a severe high fever, she would have thought that the weakness just now was all fake.

"What's the second thing?" Bai Yuling asked.

Sakurai Tsuki touched Kong Kong's stomach, and licked his lips with insatiable desire, "I'm so hungry, I want to eat the noodles made by Ziliang."

Bai Yuling choked up: "...You want me to invite the Great God to be your cook?"

"alright."

"Ah Yue, think less about impossible things. This is much more difficult than holding a concert for you. Let me do it for you." Bai Yuling rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.

In the next moment, there was a "plop", and the man on the bed fell down, lying on the ground in a throwing posture, with the hem of his clothes slightly lifted up, revealing his firm waist and abdomen.

"Leave me alone, let me die. If you can't even eat a bowl of noodles made by Ziliang, what's the point of living!"

(End of this chapter)