[ABO] My husband is a little weird today

After the rain, the temperature plummeted.

The air is very humid and cool to the bone.

Mr. Hao was almost falling asleep when he suddenly heard Mr. Zhou whispering next to him.

Mr. Hao couldn't control his curiosity, so he turned around and found that Mr. Zhou was curled up with his arms folded.

Mr. Hao sat up, approached Mr. Zhou, and found that he kept saying that he was cold.

Mr. Hao patted him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Zhou slowly opened his eyes, gasped slightly, and said, "It's cold, it's so cold..."

Mr. Hao realized something, and quickly reached out to touch Mr. Zhou's forehead.

very hot.

The hand moved down unconsciously, brushing gently over the ears, cheeks and neck, all of which were hot.

Mr. Hao frowned and said, "You have a fever!"

Mr. Zhou touched his forehead by himself, and said in a daze, "Ah? How come...it's summer now..."

Mr. Hao got out of the sleeping bag, covered the edges and corners carefully, and said, "Maybe it was caused by the inflammation of the wound after being exposed to the rain just now. Are you dizzy? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Mr. Zhou felt that it was very cold all around, like it was winter, but the air he exhaled from his nose was hot, and his head was dizzy.

"I'm just, sleepy..."

Mr. Hao put on his half-dry shirt and said, "I don't have any antipyretics in my bag, just wait, I'll go ask Miss He first."

Mr. Hao got up quickly, unzipped the tent, and broke into the night outside.

A gust of cool wind took advantage of the gap and sneaked into the tent, making Mr. Zhou tremble all over again.

……

Ms. He and Ms. Jiang are already asleep, Mr. Hao is very embarrassed.

Ms. He rummaged through her bag for a long time, but there was no antipyretic.

Ms. He also looked worried. She gave Mr. Hao an extra quilt, which could only help so much.

Mr. Hao took the quilt back and carefully covered Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou said thank you repeatedly, his tone still breathless.

Mr. Hao got back into his sleeping bag and just lay down when he found that Mr. Zhou's body was still shaking.

"Still cold?"

"It's actually much better..."

Mr. Zhou noticed that Mr. Hao was about to sit up again, so he quickly stopped him and said, "There is no need to think of a way. I think it will be fine later."

Mr. Hao tucked up the quilt for him, and lay down again by himself.

Mr. Hao couldn't help thinking wildly.

Mr. Zhou is sick.

Mr. Zhou is very cold.

Mr. Zhou's feet must still be hurting and inflamed.

Mr. Zhou couldn't take the medicine, so he had to burn all night.

What can Mr. Zhou do if his brain is burnt out?

Mr. Zhou...

……

All the thoughts in Mr. Hao's mind were integrated into a thread, and this thread was all hung on Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Hao couldn't take it anymore, he sat up, took off his shirt, and covered Mr. Zhou.

He brought in all the clothes hanging outside and covered Mr. Zhou.

He rummaged in his bag, and covered Mr. Zhou with all the clothes that could cover him.

Mr. Hao lay down again, thinking that he was about to cover himself with Mr. Zhou now...

Mr. Zhou was already asleep, but Mr. Hao dared not sleep, so he sat up and touched Mr. Zhou's forehead after a while.

In the middle of the night, Mr. Zhou's body temperature probably reached its peak, and his forehead was scorching hot.

This made Mr. Hao very anxious. Mr. Hao took out a sock from his bag. After smelling it and making sure it was clean, he ran to the stream outside the tent to soak in cold water, and then ran again. Come back and put the socks on Mr. Zhou's forehead.

After a while, the cold socks became hot, so Mr. Hao took them off and continued to dip in the water by the stream.

Mr. Hao went back and forth several times, and during one of the trips, he found stars sliding in the sky.It was only when I got back to the tent that I realized it was a shooting star.

Mr. Hao looked at Mr. Zhou who was sleeping soundly, and thought in his heart, I don’t want any wishes anymore, I just hope that Mr. Zhou’s fever will subside as soon as possible.

Mr. Zhou woke up once in the middle and watched Mr. Hao busy in a daze.

From time to time, Mr. Hao caressed Mr. Zhou's warm cheeks repeatedly. His hands were slightly cool, and there was a little moisture from the stream, which made Mr. Zhou feel much more comfortable.

Mr. Zhou suspected that Mr. Hao had stars in his eyes.

Otherwise, why would his eyes always shine with a little bit of starlight in the dark.

Or maybe there is some kind of undisguised intention hidden in it.