As soon as Shaqima was about to answer him, her clothes were pulled by the white fingers stretched out from under the quilt. Yun Anan opened his closed eyes at some point and shook his head with difficulty.

"...An An didn't matter. It was me who accidentally knocked over the hot water on the table just now." Shaqima said, and while calling in the ward, he made excuses. "An An has been back from running. Sorry, I'm fussing."

Not knowing what he had told him there, Shaqima responded in a hurry twice, then put down her phone, went to the bathroom and took out a wet towel.

"How did you make yourself look like this? You don't know how to cherish your body..." Shaqima muttered and applied a wet towel to Yun An'an's forehead, unable to stop the worries in her heart.

Yun Anan did not answer her. Her throat was like a dry river. The more hoarse and painful it became, the more she wanted to pursed her mouth and not speak.

Due to the high fever temperature, her skin seemed to be stained with a beautiful crimson color, but her lips were strangely white, and when she breathed, she could vaguely see the bright red tongue exposed between her teeth.

Sick beauty is probably just like that.

Even though Shaqima is both a woman, she couldn't help but be blinded by this beauty picture.

Within two minutes, the doctor and nurse rushed over, took their temperature, found out the cause, and then prescribed the right medicine, and proceeded in an orderly manner.

Not long after the fever-reducing injection, Yun Anan fell asleep deeply, but his fingers holding the corners of the quilt did not loosen.

Seeing that she was still wearing the rain-wet dress, Shaqima immediately slapped her forehead, stood up and went to the bathroom to pick up some hot water.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Shaqima walked out, she saw a slender and crisp figure suddenly appearing in the ward, and she was almost shocked.

"Huo...Mr. Huo?!" Shaqima walked over with hot water in surprise. Seeing that he placed his palm on Yun An'an's forehead to test the temperature, he said, "The doctor has given An'an a fever-reducing injection, and she just fell asleep."

Shaqima glanced at the clock and it was less than fifteen minutes after the phone call.

...It's really terrible.

"Yes." Huo Siqing responded lightly, then took the hot water and towel from Shaqima, "I'll do it."

"Mr. Huo, you and An An are not close, this may not be appropriate." Shaqima saw him rolling up half of his cuffs, and knew that he was not acting, so he immediately stopped him.

"I am her boyfriend." After speaking, Huo Siqing raised his eyes and glanced at Shaqima with a slanted look, and opened his lips again with a bit of toughness, "You can go out."

What else could Shaqima say, so she had to go out.

After pulling the curtains, Huo Siqing walked back to her previous position, lifted the quilt that Yun Anan had been holding tightly, and slowly took off her wet clothes.

The skin touched by the fingertips was full of amazing burns, as if it was about to burn.

Huo Siqing's eyebrows were tightly furnished, and his narrow eyes were so focused that there was no trace of thought. He carefully wiped away the fragrant sweat from her body, and after changing into new clean clothes.

Then he leaned over and picked up Yun Anan, who was still sleeping, and placed it on another hospital bed that was not wet.

She slept very hard, and his movements were light, so she didn't even move her eyelids.

"A fool who doesn't worry about it." Huo Siqing's narrow eyes were lowered, staring at Yun An'an's sleeping face, which was so red and cute, and his cold and slightly tense thin lips curled up slightly.

Immediately, he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently stroked her white lips, until there was some blood on it before slowly retracting his hand.

The cell phone in the pocket of her trousers suddenly vibrated slightly. Huo Siqing took out the cell phone and casually scanned the message from her eyes.

The tower of our house is a retro building with a height of fifteen stories. It is rarely visited by people on weekdays and is generally used as house arrest.

Huo Siqing's expression had not yet stirred at all. Unless he looked closely, it would be difficult to detect the disgust hidden deep in his eyes.

At this time, Shaqima, who was standing outside the ward, knocked on the door, "Mr. Huo, it's time to wake An An up and take medicine, right on the table."

But it is basically impossible for someone who is already asleep and is sleeping well.

After Huo Siqing's fifth time feeding to Yun An'an's mouth was also subconsciously spit out by her, Shaqima finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Mr. Huo, I'd better do it."

Huo Siqing pursed his thin lips slightly, and handed the medicine and hot water in his hand to Shaqima.

According to the frequency of Yun Anan's vomiting medicine just now, it is logical that he should have vomited out this time.

But not.

She seemed to have sensed who was feeding her medicine. Even though she was confused, she still swallowed the pills bit by bit. She looked so obedient that Shaqima felt soft.

However, Huo Siqing's handsome and unintentional face suddenly darkened.

Shaqima put the last medicine into Yun An'an's mouth and asked her to drink some hot water. Then she put her down again. She turned her head and saw Huo Siqing's gloomy face, and almost laughed out loud.

If Shaqima was just suspicious when Yun Anan stopped her from telling her about her fever, then now she can be sure that she is angry with this person.

But this time, he seemed to be a little angry, and he refused to take the medicine he fed, and he stubbornly vomited it one by one.

Although Yun Anan is usually so gentle, he has a small notebook that holds revenge in his heart, and every one is accurate.

"Mr. Huo, I'll go out first. You, cough cough, please help me take good care of An An." Shaqima really didn't want to go out, but Huo Siqing's expression in front of her was too dangerous and terrifying at the moment, so she had to say that.

However, as far as An An is sick now, this person cannot be so stingy that he has to bother her.

Thinking of this, Shaqima left with confidence.

However, it turns out that Shaqima was relieved too early.

Huo Siqing stood up with a calm face, lifted the quilt beside Yun Anan and half lay down beside her, forcing Yun Anan who felt his breath and kept hiding to the side in her arms.

"Say, what are you dissatisfied with me, huh?"

The sound seemed to burst out from the cracks of the teeth, and the words were penetrated into Yun An'an's ears with a strong sour voice.

Although she was a little more awake, she could not resist the heavy feeling of her body as if it was filled with lead. Her brain was about to wake up, and she subconsciously rejected the extremely aggressive warmth in front of her.

But her little strength was not Huo Siqing's opponent. Her slender legs domineeringly pressed against her restless calves, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and put all her petite body in her arms.
Chapter completed!