School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 613 The Fragile Him
In the dark sky, he stood straight, like a giant, with his upper body bare, letting the torrential rain beat him.

His smoky gray hair was wet and lay limply on his forehead.

In July, a strong soreness spread through my heart.

She could clearly see the fear in his eyes.

She knew that he was trying his best to bear it, and he was trying to show a fearless look.

"Woo..."

Suppressing the sound of crying bitterly, tears rolled down from the eye sockets and splashed down to the ground along with the rain.

Ye Zun's heart trembled, a burst of pain overflowed, he lowered his hands, picked her up, and strode away from here.

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Qiyue walked out of the bathroom with a complicated mind.

Seeing that Ye Zun was still sitting on the chair, he closed his eyes and trembled slightly.

She was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. She thought he was gone!She thought she was afraid to face him just now, and stayed in the bathroom for a long time on purpose.

With cautious steps, she gently came to him.

Looking at him quietly, her smoky gray hair was disheveled, Danfeng's eyes were tightly closed, and she looked very tired.

Most Qiyue felt distressed, and stretched out her trembling hand, wanting to touch his cheek.

"……cold."

Suddenly, he hugged himself tightly with both hands, shrank his body, his lips were pale, as if some kind of nightmare was haunting him.

"...Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Most Qiyue became anxious, she wanted to find the quilt in a panic, but seeing that he was so scared, she just hugged him, patted his back lightly, and calmed him down with an extremely gentle voice.

"It's... cold...."

He kept shivering, wanting to get into the warm embrace, his body couldn't help shaking.

Most Qiyue naturally stretched out her hand to touch his forehead, and she immediately retracted her hand in fright.

"It's hot."

He has a fever!

Feeling extremely anxious, Qi Yue struggled to drag him to the bed next to him*.

Pulling up the quilt to cover his naked upper body, he complained to himself in his heart that he was soaked in the rain and was still naked, so it's no wonder he didn't catch a cold and have a fever.

Hastily flipped through the medicine box, skillfully took out the fever-reducing patch, tore it off, and carefully pasted it on his forehead.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Most Qiyue approached him with the medicine, parted his thin lips, and fed the antipyretic medicine from the cup into his mouth.

After finishing everything skillfully, Zuo Qiyue breathed a sigh of relief.

She moved a chair and sat on the bed, looking very preoccupied. She remembered that when her mother had a fever, it was Nangong Han who helped her, and it was because of him that she knew how to deal with fever.

"……Hey."

Thinking that it was because of himself that caused him to have a fever, Qiyue blamed herself for a while.

Thinking about how she lied to him when she went out at night, she felt even more guilty.

On the bed, Ye Zun closed his eyes tightly, with a scared and tired expression.

In a daze, the world is dark, lonely, with no human habitation, no breath, the little him keeps running, keeps running...

Slowly, he stopped and looked forward. He had a haughty back, a head of golden hair, and a stalwart figure, giving people an inviolable feeling.

He is very familiar with this back.

I have been familiar with it since childhood.

Step by step, he slowly leaned towards the man in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the man, and said bitterly, "Father..."

When the man turned his head, he saw handsome facial features, a pair of eyes that were as sharp as knives, and there was an aura of indifference in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)