Loser In Love: Shut up, Bitch!

Feng Qitian stretched out his arm, buried his head on Lanqin's shoulder and said, "you help me."

Lanqin couldn't help but put down the water cup and helped him put the thermometer under his arm.

"You still have to eat something. If there's anything special you want to eat, you say I'll do it." Lanqin asked as he helped him sleep.

Feng Qitian thought for a long time before he said, "I don't want to eat. It's not very comfortable."

Lanqin stretched out his finger and pointed to his forehead: "you are such a big man, you don't eat anything. How can you stand it? I'll cook some porridge. You can drink some, OK."

"All right." Feng Qi Tian slightly nodded, "add some sugar, my mouth is bitter."

Lanqin busy than "OK" appearance, and then got up to cook porridge. She washed the rice and put it into the rice cooker. Then she added water. After pressing the porridge button, she went back to Feng Qitian's room. She wanted to check her temperature, but she found that Feng Qitian was asleep.

She carefully raised his arm and took out the thermometer from his armpit. After a look, she found that it was still burning, 374, now 37 degrees. It might still burn at night. Lanqin sighed slightly, suddenly saw the curtain beside the air conditioner flying, suddenly thought, all fever, but also to turn on the air conditioner, not very good?

She was busy trying to turn it off. When she got the remote control, she heard Feng Qitian's hoarse voice: "don't move. I'm afraid of the heat."

"But you have a fever..." Blue Qin helplessly returned a sentence.

"It's covered. Come here." Feng Qitian said, slowly opened his eyes, reached for Lanqin and waved to her.

Lanqin thought he had other orders, so he ran over.

Feng Qitian opened a corner of his quilt: "come in and sleep with me."

Lanqin suddenly blushed. She reached out and hit him on the arm. She said angrily, "it's not honest to be sick. Go to sleep. The porridge is still cooking. I'll watch..."

Feng Qitian grabbed her arm and pulled her down on the bed: "what's the use of watching it? You're watching the rice cooking. What can you do for me? Besides, there's still a long time to go to sleep with me."

Then he reached out and hugged her to his arms.

Is this sick?

Lanqin murmured in her heart that she was still so strong when she was ill. She struggled for a while. Seeing Feng Qitian holding her, she could only take off her shoes and lie on the bed: "you can let go of it. It's not very comfortable. You go to sleep there and give me tengge Di'er."

Feng Qitian smile, his body moved back, patted the empty place: "come to sleep."

Lanqin lies down helplessly, Feng Qitian covers her quilt, and then reaches out to hold her.

"Sleep well. Don't move your hands." Lanqin pushed him for a while, but he didn't let go. Instead, he put an arm under Lanqin's neck and put her in his arms with two hands: "don't worry. I don't have any strength. I can't do anything. I just want to hold you."

Said he to her body together: "sick too hard, as a patient, I need to have privileges."

"What privilege?" LAN Qin whispered a question in his ear.

Feng Qitian closed his eyes and suddenly showed a brilliant smile: "it's my privilege to sleep with me. You can sleep with me at night. I'm a patient. You can't refuse this small request?"

Lanqin looked at his child like smile, and his heart was almost melted. When a man was sick, he looked like a child, and he would be coquettish. Feng Qitian is really lovely like this, much more adorable than the arrogant man.

Lanqin finger through his short hair, she gently stroked the head, mouth pretended not to be willing to cover the sweetness: "you play the laissez faire, sick can be a laissez faire, is not it?"

Feng Qitian didn't speak, as if he was asleep, but his hand was more tight, so that Lanqin was closer to him.

He was asleep, Lanqin how to say sleep ah, she has been worried about porridge has been cooked, even if cooked, have to prepare several porridge dishes ah.

Seeing Feng Qitian asleep, she gently tried to take away his hand, but he held it so tightly that he could not break it.

Lanqin sighed helplessly and said softly, "well, we don't have to eat at night like you do." She was just helpless to say to herself, but who knows Feng Qi day but quietly received a sentence: "originally do not want to eat."

LAN Qin was scared, turned his head and looked at the face close to his eyes but still closed his eyes: "you didn't sleep?"

Feng Qitian gave her a kiss on her forehead and opened her hazy eyes: "you have been moving. You are not honest at all. You always want to break my arm. It's strange that you can fall asleep."

Lanqin sheepishly smile, see his chin out of green residue, can not help but kiss a: "good, then let me go, I go to cook first, you have to eat some."

Feng Qitian saw her kiss himself, bent up one side of his mouth and said with a rascal smile: "why, I want to go if you take advantage of me. No, I want to kiss."

Lanqin also did not hide, closed his eyes waiting for his kiss, but nothing happened for a long time. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Feng Qitian looking at him with a bad smile on his face.

"You're not shy. If you don't kiss you, you have to ask for kisses." Feng Qitian shaved her nose gently.Lanqin was provoked by this sentence again. He turned his back to him fiercely and thought angrily in his heart that he deserved your illness. It seems that you are still not seriously ill. He still has the strength to play with me. Hum!

Feng Qitian suddenly kisses her ear behind her back, gently touches her twice and then lets go. She whispers in her ear: "I'm sick and can't kiss you. What's more, if you can't help thinking about it, I'm sorry not to give it to you..."

The first half of the sentence sounds like comfort. What's the second half?

Lanqin abruptly broke his hand and sat up. While he was trimming his hair, he interrupted him bitterly: "you have a mess in your mind. You are not so serious when you are sick. I think it's not serious..."

"Great." Feng Qitian wrinkled his nose and looked at her wrongly, "very uncomfortable."

LAN Qin complained one second before, and reached out to his forehead the next. Sure enough, he felt his temperature was high again.

"Or infusion, it's not a way to go on like this. It'll burn even worse in the evening. I'll call the doctor."

Feng Qitian turned his back to the ceiling and said, "it's just a fever. It's not as if you're going to cook. I'll take two more pills later."

Lanqin got out of bed to help him press the quilt, sighed and shook his head and went out.

How does this guy say that he is ill when he is ill? He blows the air conditioner?

Qi Tian knows where she flushes water.

But it's really hard to get sick. When Lanqin didn't come back, Feng Qitian felt that he was almost crying. Obviously, a strong man was still fragile like a child when he was sick.

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