My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

"Why is your body so hot?"

He stroked her back, conquering the softness beneath her collarbone.

"Is it hot? I feel so hot. It must be you. You're making me so hot!"

She gathered her curly hair, leaned back, and then gathered her long hair on top of her head, and spoke in a daze.

His lips touched her forehead.

"Do you have a fever? Hmm?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately suppressed his overflowing lust, put her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.

"I'll go find a thermometer. I'm afraid I'll have to go to the county seat."

He quickly looked for clothes to wear.

"No, no, I brought it. Go look in the box. It's a small pink bag."

Wen Lan brought a medical kit, which contained not only an ear thermometer, but also common medicines for internal and external use.

"I really admire you so much. You've prepared everything in just a few days."

Bu Yufan found the ear thermometer and quickly bent down to take her temperature.

"38 degrees. You must have just worked up a sweat and got caught in the rain. You didn't even have time to drink the ginger soup I made for you."

Wen Lan smiled.

"Mr. Bu, please think back and ask why I didn't drink the ginger soup."

Fortunately, she still had the energy to argue with him.

"Miss Wen, I don't need to recall. Every word you said to me just now is imprinted in my heart. Do you want me to repeat it to you?"

"want!"

She grinned.

"Okay, stop making trouble. I'll get you some antipyretic medicine. Drink more water. Don't be afraid. I'll stay with you."

"Just take one. I've got the orange box."

Wen Lan instructed him.

Although she had a fever, she was in good spirits, not dizzy or in pain, and her palms were warm.

"Thanks for your attentiveness, otherwise I would have to drive you all the way to the county town."

He took a pill, checked the drug name and batch number repeatedly, and read the instructions several times.

"It's not that I'm careful."

Wen Lan listened to him, drank a large glass of water and swallowed the pills.

"Mr. Bu, you know how weak you are! I'm afraid you'll have a low-grade fever again in this desolate mountain. Oh, by the way, when the hotel is built, there should be an infirmary."

Wen Lan rested her head on the pillow comfortably and at ease, closed her eyes, and muttered to herself.

"Am I weak?"

He protested, unable to bear another word.

Seeing that she closed her eyes and fell asleep quietly, he didn't have the heart to disturb her anymore.

But that look was the look of a knife man, and he was extremely unwilling to accept it.

"How dare you call me weak? I'm going to make you...!"

Men really can't stand hearing even a word like this.

He stayed with her all night.

The alarm clock sets every hour, and is set to the lowest volume and the most soothing music.

Occasionally, when he woke up with a start, he would subconsciously touch her forehead and her back to see if she was sweating.

The ear thermometer was used to test her body temperature countless times.

Every time after testing the temperature, Bu Yufan would always test his own temperature again for comparison as if to verify it.

The heart of love should be like this.

Wen Lan's fever subsided at 1:06 am.

He knew that after taking the antipyretic, she would break out in sweat.

He found a few shirts made of comfortable and breathable material on his hanger and gave them to her as a backup.

When one of her clothes got wet with sweat, he took it off and put on a dry one.

With only two buttons fastened, she could toss and turn freely.

Because he did this so thoughtfully, after Wen Lan's fever subsided, she slept comfortably under the soft and dry silk quilt.

In the early morning, she was still drowsy and lying in bed.

The aroma of breakfast has already drifted to the second floor.

Wen Lan sat up from the bed and listened to the sounds of bowls and spoons hitting the edges of pots in the kitchen downstairs. She felt so happy that she wanted to cry.

She looked at her clothes again, such a charming hot pink nightgown, and his big white shirt on the outside, she bit her fingers shyly and laughed again.

"Mr. Bu!"

After she washed up, she changed into her blue floral dress and went downstairs.

Seeing Bu Yufan busying himself with a spatula in front of the gas stove, she couldn't help but bend down, slip under his arms, and throw herself into his arms.

"Well! You've worked so hard. I didn't sleep well last night. I feel bad for you."

Bu Yufan held her with his left hand, while his right hand was still busy.

"The fever's gone, isn't it? Feeling better? Have an appetite?"

He pressed his lips to her forehead, testing her temperature.

Wen Lan said nothing, just hugged his waist, put her face against his chest, and nodded continuously.

"Why aren't you talking? Does your throat hurt?"

He lowered his head to look at her, who was like a little bird in his arms, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"It doesn't hurt!"

Wen Lan cleared his throat. Isn’t this good?

"Oh! It doesn't hurt! I thought you overexerted your voice last night."

He wanted to say something but stopped.

"Excessive? Did I talk in my sleep last night?"

She tensed for a moment, vaguely as if she had had a spring dream.

Could it be?

Probably not!

"I'm not talking about your dreams."

Bu Yufan leaned close to her ear and kissed it gently.

"Ms. Wen, you sound better and better. The voice yesterday made me feel even more."

His lips moistened her ear a little, and she couldn't help but hum a few times because of the tickle.

"Yeah! That's it. It sounds just as good as last night."

Wen Lan suddenly realized what was going on. Her face turned red with embarrassment and she wanted to hide on his chest for a few minutes.

But she changed her mind.

"Mr. Bu, that's because your skills are getting better and better. I'm like that. I get stronger when I meet a stronger opponent, and I'm grateful."

Wen Lan was shameless and struggled to support her messy inner world.

"My skills? Miss Wen, when have you ever tried my skills?"

He didn't want to give up halfway and wanted to see her cute look.

"Every time I just kiss you a few times, you can't stand it and hide like that."

Finally, she hid in his chest with a red face and a look of mixed joy and anger.

"Bu Yufan, why do we always do..."

She paused again.

"What? You must explain it clearly."

He asked knowingly.

"Do... um... like, get married, have a twin flower blossom!"

She was just making it up, deliberately refusing to finish the word.

puff!puff!puff!

As soon as the words "two flowers bloomed together" came out, she and Bu Yufan both burst out laughing.

"Miss Wen, this is such a vivid picture!"

He teased her in a naughty way.