Quickly travel through the little ancestors: the pampering of the villain boss

Chapter 22 The rich brother spoils me too much (22)
Nan Zhi saw that there seemed to be a layer of mist in Shen Ci's dark eyes.

Wet, like an ignorant little animal.

Nan Zhi's cold fingers on his forehead curled up unconsciously, and were about to withdraw slowly.

But when he shrunk halfway, Shen Ci's fiery palm grabbed his wrist.

Shen Ci's palm was very hot, in extreme contrast to her cold wrist.

His voice was lower and clearer than usual, but now it was as weak as a murmur: "Don't go..."

Shen Ci looks like a small animal that is afraid of being abandoned by its owner.

Pathetic.

"You seem to have a fever." Nan Zhi didn't try to pull out her wrist, but she asked in a low voice with a worried expression on her face, "Your face and hands are very hot. Do you have a headache now? Do you want to cough or sneeze?" ?”

Hearing him speak, his voice was very hoarse, with a strong nasal tone, all symptoms of a cold, plus the abnormal temperature of his cheeks and fingers, Nan Zhi was afraid that he had turned from a cold to a fever.

"I am fine."

Shen Ci propped himself up and sat up.

Nan Zhi quickly helped him up.

The boy's hair curled up in strands, and there was a mark on his face. His voice was hoarse, and his tone was soft, which made people feel distressed: "I'm used to the fever. I have antipyretics by the bedside. Take one and sleep for a while." Feel good."

Nan Zhi said softly, "Then I'll get you some water and medicine."

She went to pour water, half cold and half hot, touched the temperature at the bottom of the cup, and handed it to Shen Ci just when it was ready, "Here, here you are, the water temperature is just right."

Shen Ci dug out a box of antipyretics, took a pill out, threw it in his mouth, and swallowed it with warm water. He drank so fast that his throat felt itchy.

He covered his mouth and coughed: "cough cough cough cough..."

The whole face was flushed, and there were physiological tears in the corners of the eyes.

Nan Zhi didn't dare to pat Shun Shun for him.

She has great strength, and she was afraid that one palm would kill him.

She could only sit on the edge of his bed in a daze, staring at him.

Shen Ci coughed twice more, and fell ill on her body.

The boy's warm cheek was pressed against her neck.

The temperature on his face was very high, and she felt that the temperature on his neck was almost burning.

My mind is in a mess.

She raised her hand to touch the position of her heart.

It seems to be jumping fast here.

Nan Zhi hurriedly pushed him aside, stood up and took a deep breath to calm down.

The young man was pushed aside, his hair was slightly disheveled, he raised his eyes to look at her, and then lowered them again. His slender eyelashes cast a small shadow on his fair face, and the smooth outline became a little softer.

Nan Zhi didn't think so, if she stayed with him like this, sooner or later she would not be able to resist the temptation of beauty.

"You have a terrible cough," Nan Zhi was worried, "Do you want to call the doctor?"

Shen Ci shook his head: "I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

"Then are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

"Not hungry."

"That--"

Shen Ci interrupted her: "Zhizhi."

Many people have called her by that name.

But no one could sing as well as he did.

"Huh?" She answered him softly.

Shen Ci suppressed the messy thoughts in his heart, and wanted to confirm one thing: "Is Shen Yansheng your biological father?"

Nan Zhi didn't understand, she didn't know why Shen Ci suddenly asked this.

What does this have to do with your illness?
But she still shook her head and told him the truth: "No."

The heart that Shen Ci was holding fell to the ground, his tightly pressed lips loosened, his Adam's apple rolled, and sweat dripped down.

Nan Zhi said calmly, "I'm not Lin Meilian's child either."

"I was adopted by an orphanage, and I don't know who my biological parents are."

Shen Ci had mixed feelings in his heart, and blamed himself very much: "Sorry, I don't know..."

He shouldn't poke people where they hurt.

Nan Zhi didn't care: "Don't be sorry."

She had been an orphan anyway.

Shen Ci was a little nervous: "If you don't mind, you can treat me as... elder brother, I will treat you well."

Nan Zhi: "..." How can I feel ashamed to call a 17-year-old boy's brother?

(End of this chapter)