Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

"Ginger soup is not as effective as cold medicine to drive away the cold." Song Qianxi went to look for medicine after finishing speaking.

Jiang Yu stocked up some basic medicines at home, and Song Qianxi took a good cold spirit and took a thermometer to help Chu Muhan take his temperature. When he saw the numbers, he exclaimed, "My God! It's 39.3 degrees, why are you acting like nothing's wrong? Take antipyretics."

She took out the antipyretic and put it in Chu Muhan's palm.

Chu Muhan stared at the medicine, holding the brown liquid Ganmao Ling, the unpleasant smell of the medicine came to his nostrils, but it was inexplicably not annoying, and it felt sweet in his mouth when he drank it.

Something wrong with his sense of taste?

Song Qianxi was touched that Chu Muhan had a high fever and was still thinking about finding someone for him, so she couldn't help being concerned, "Go back to your room and get a good sleep." After speaking, she pushed him upstairs.

This feeling of being cared about made Chu Muhan feel very heartwarming.

"Have a good rest, good night."

After being sent back to the room, Song Qianxi was about to close the door and leave when Chu Muhan stopped him, "Wait a minute."

"Anything else?"

what's up……

Chu Muhan paused for a few seconds and said, "Yes...I, I'm dizzy."

As soon as he said it, he despised himself for being hypocritical in his heart.

"It should be because of the fever. I'd better call Dr. Jiang for you, so as not to get sicker."

"No need." Chu Muhan thought to himself, it's all hypocritical anyway, it's better to be hypocritical to the end, "You stay with me."

"Huh?" Song Qianxi was surprised.

Chu Muhan pursed his lips, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across Jun's face, "Just kidding."

At critical moments, face matters.

Song Qianxi frowned, and couldn't help but look suspiciously at Chu Muhan a few more times.

When people are sick, they long for someone to take care of them, to accompany them, and to put themselves in their shoes. Chu Muhan must also long for this. She said slowly, "Anyway, I can't sleep now, so I'll stay with you."

Hearing this, Chu Muhan's black eyes became bright, and soon returned to their original state, pretending to be reserved, "I'm just joking, you don't have to take it seriously, go back to your room and rest."

Song Qianxi seemed to have never heard of it, and sat on the computer chair with pulleys, "I'll just rely on this tonight."

She slid to the side of the bed, lifted the quilt and patted the empty seat, signaling Chu Muhan to lie down quickly.

This action made Chu Muhan fantasize, if Song Qianxi was lying on the bed and doing such a move...

Involuntarily, Chu Muhan's sexy Adam's apple slid up and down. He walked over without looking away, took off his coat and lay down on the bed. When he looked up, he saw Song Qianxi's delicate and delicate face.

Looking at each other, no one speaks, the years are quiet and beautiful, and it is yearning.

After an unknown amount of time, the handsome man on the bed let out a light breathing sound.

The drowsy Song Qianxi looked over, the dizzy yellow wall lamp shone on his knife-like facial features, the lines of his face became softer and more approachable.

She rested her chin and stared at him blankly.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to describe his deep eyebrows, high nose bridge and sexy thin lips. His facial features are perfect like a male protagonist who came out of a comic.

The leading actor... Hey, there it is!

Song Qianxi had a flash of inspiration, and muttered to herself: "I can draw a hero based on Chu Muhan!"

With a burst of inspiration, Song Qianxi excitedly took a pen and paper and began to draw.

She was so focused that she didn't notice that the man on the bed opened his eyes.

The next day, Song Qianxi woke up and found that she was sleeping on Chu Muhan's bed.

But Chu Muhan was nowhere to be seen.

"When did I fall asleep?" She scratched her head wonderingly, trying to remember, and remembered that she had been drawing.

There was her drawing on the bedside table, did Chu Muhan see it?

Realizing this, Song Qianxi felt extremely embarrassed, picked up the drawing and left.

Opening the door, he bumped into a solid wall of flesh unexpectedly.