Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Lin Weiwei stared blankly, pursed his lips and looked out the window, recalling the day's events, sighed: "He must be very tired."

Lin Weiwei picked up the little clay figurine by the pillow, held it in his palm, hooked the corner of his mouth and said, "So I look like this in your mind."

The sky was dyed black, the full moon hung high in the sky, sprinkled wisps of silver light, shining on the swaying branches and leaves, and the night was quiet.

Lin Weiwei coughed a few times, feeling that his throat was going to be dry, he stretched out his hands and groped, "Water, drink water."

Lin Weiwei twisted his body, squeezed his throat that was about to burst into flames, lifted the quilt sleepily, got out of bed and poured water irritably.

Lin Weiwei got out of bed in a hurry, solved his thirst, wiped his mouth and was about to return to dreamland.

On the other side, there was a painful murmur, and Lin Weiwei paused. Taking advantage of the moonlight, he saw Ji Mingyou's hand clutching the bed sheet.

"Ji Mingyou, what's the matter with you?" Lin Weiwei hesitated and walked forward slowly. She, who was already somewhat restrained, became even more nervous.

No one answered her, only the cold wind blowing from the window made Lin Weiwei shrink his clothes.

"Ji Mingyou, what's going on with you, wake up." When Lin Weiwei moved to the bedside, he found that Ji Mingyou's face was flushed, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his thin lips were pressed tightly, as if he was in great pain.

Lin Weiwei was flustered all of a sudden, and all the drowsiness disappeared. He picked up a handkerchief to wipe off his sweat, put his backhand on it, and immediately withdrew his hand, saying in surprise, "You have a fever."

At this time, Ji Mingyou was delirious, frowned, and murmured in a low voice: "Lin Weiwei, we can escape, hold my hand tightly."

Intermittent whispers similar to pain came out, Lin Weiwei's eyes were slightly red, and he choked up and comforted: "We have all escaped, don't worry, calm down."

He yelled his own name in his dream, and did it again, still unwilling to let go.

Tears glistened in Lin Weiwei's eyes, and his heart exploded with strange emotions, and he called softly: "Ji Mingyou, wake up, don't have such a nightmare."

After a few times, Ji Mingyou still had no sign of waking up, and Lin Weiwei's sorrow clung to his heart like crazy vines.

"Wait here, I'll call the doctor." Lin Weiwei realized that the fever was caused by the inflammation of the wound, and was so anxious that he got up and walked to the corridor.

On the corridor of the hospital, only a few places were lit, and the rest were all green lights.

Walking in the empty corridor, Lin Weiwei's whole body tensed up, looking around vigilantly.

When she was a child, she hated the hospital the most, and now she can't take it anymore, and the soles of her feet feel cold.

Lin Weiwei slapped his face, bravely found the doctor on duty, checked and returned to the ward with antipyretic medicine.

"Finally back." Lin Weiwei closed the door, patted his chest, and looked at Ji Mingyou lying on the bed, feeling a lot more at ease.

According to the doctor's advice, Lin Weiwei sat by the bed with warm water in his hand, and had a hard time asking about the medicine.

"Ji Mingyou, get up and take your medicine." Lin Weiwei tried to wake him up, but in vain, he pulled Ji Mingyou's hand on his shoulder and shouted in a low voice.

Lin Weiwei was a little lucky, if it weren't for her good health, it would have been quite difficult.

But Ji Mingyou was quite uncooperative, sprinkled all the water on his chest, and refused to open his mouth to take the medicine.

Lin Weiwei sighed angrily, and said helplessly, "I really lost to you."

Ji Mingyou snorted, his eyes finally opened a crack, his eyes were blurred, and he yelled like a child playing with his temper: "I don't want to take medicine, take it and go."

"How is that possible, eat it quickly." Lin Weiwei was overjoyed when he saw him wake up, and force-fed him directly regardless of Ji Mingyou's resistance.

Ji Mingyou shook his head indiscriminately, wanting to break free dishonestly, he didn't take a single pill, and instead wet his clothes.

"Did you burn out your brain? How can you get better if you don't take medicine." Lin Weiwei was very annoyed. Seeing that his clothes were already wet, he was worried about getting a wound, so he stopped being tough.

Lin Weiwei put down the water glass first, got up Ji Mingyou's drenched white shirt, he could vaguely see the muscles of his abdomen, and said with a flushed face, "I haven't taken the medicine, and I have to change your clothes. We agreed to take care of each other."

Lin Weiwei pinched his waist, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said sadly: "Forget it, who made us owe you."

"It's not that I insist on changing your clothes, it's that you don't take the medicine honestly, and the wound can't touch the water."

Lin Weiwei spoke righteously, bent down, and unbuttoned them one by one, immediately revealing his strong muscles.

Ji Mingyou squinted his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep again, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a well-proportioned figure.

"This means dressing stylishly, and taking off your clothes will make you look thinner." Lin Weiwei couldn't help but glanced twice, his small face was hot, and he quickly pulled the quilt over him.

Ji Mingyou turned his head, swept the broken hair from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Lin Weiwei."

"I didn't do anything, I just changed your clothes for you." After hearing this, Lin Weiwei trembled all over, mistakenly thinking that he had been caught, so he stood up straight and said with a stern face.

Lin Weiwei waited for a while, but he didn't hear the sound, relaxed, and continued to feed the medicine with warm water.

For some reason, this time Ji Mingyou cooperated particularly, took all the pills steadily, leaned quietly on Lin Weiwei's shoulder, and breathed shallowly.

Lin Weiwei felt his breath on his neck, which was warm and itchy, and his chest was also hot, as if a deer was bumping.

Oops, maybe she also has a fever, why her face is hot.

Lin Weiwei touched his forehead, compared it with Mingyou's next time, shook his head and said, "No."

After a while, Lin Weiwei's shoulders began to ache. He slowly put Ji Mingyou on the bed, wet the towel, wrung it dry, and placed it lightly on his forehead.

Lin Weiwei moved his whole body, feeling sore and uncomfortable, he snorted and planned to go back to the small bed.

"Don't go, stay at my side, okay?" Ji Mingyou grabbed her wrist, closed his eyes tightly, and whispered dreamily, even with a hint of pleading.

Lin Weiwei froze on the spot, his heartbeat seemed to be about to stop, and he looked at him suspiciously, wondering whether to break his hand.

Lin Weiwei felt that Ji Mingyou's words were weird. After he was quiet, he slowly broke his fingers and said in a low voice: "You have a good rest, I'm on the bed next to you, and I won't leave."

Seeing that it was about to be broken apart successfully, Lin Weiwei was delighted and smiled slightly.

Ji Mingyou frowned, and grasped it very unsteadily, veins could be seen on his fair skin, and murmured: "Don't go, stay by my side."

Lin Weiwei pursed his cherry lips tightly, struggling endlessly. When he found that his hands were trembling, the defense line in his heart was defeated, and he said helplessly: "Okay, I will accompany you. But let me go first, I want to sleep too. "

Hearing the sound, Ji Mingyou no longer exerted any force on his hand, Lin Weiwei easily pulled out his wrist, looked at him in surprise, and questioned viciously: "Are you pretending to be asleep and trying to play tricks on me?"

There was another period of silence, Lin Weiwei supported his forehead, Ji Mingyou had already had a high fever, and he had been unconscious for a long time, and it was normal for him to fall asleep.