planted in her hands

Maybe because I'm not a girl group-level facial expression manager, Meng Qingyao still noticed something was wrong.

She frowned and asked tentatively, "Is it a little uncomfortable?"

Since she already asked this question, of course it would be better for me to follow along: "A little bit." I raised my hand and touched my face, "Is it obvious? Sister gently."

Meng Qingyao didn't say anything, she raised her hand and stroked my forehead.

I pursed my lower lip: "I'm a little dizzy."

"Maybe I have heat stroke." Meng Qingyao lowered her hand, pulled my wrist again, and led me to an unknown direction, "There is a pharmacy nearby, go take a temperature first."

I lowered my eyelids, watching her hand holding my wrist, and then slowly raised my gaze to her side face.

But he was caught right away: "What's wrong?"

I grinned: "No wonder I don't seem to be energetic today."

Meng Qingyao's hair swayed as she turned her head: "Didn't you even notice it?"

"I don't get sick very often."

Meng Qingyao didn't let go of my wrist, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a sigh: "It's almost here."

2 minutes later, I arrived at the pharmacy.

Meng Qingyao pushed me into a chair and sat down, and went to the store by herself, I blinked a few times, and she brought the store staff to me to measure the temperature with an instrument.

It is a forehead thermometer. In order to confirm the stability, the clerk measured my wrist and neck in addition to my forehead.

But take the lowest temperature as an example, it is also 38 degrees.

Meng Qingyao's thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and she glanced at me several times, but her brows did not relax, and in the end thousands of words were reduced to one sentence: "I'll get you water and medicine."

I nodded obediently.

The smell of the pharmacy is better than the smell of the hospital, but it also has a bitter taste, but the air conditioner in the store is turned on just right, and I feel quite comfortable sitting on the chair.

Meng Qingyao's figure suddenly appeared in my field of vision, and then submerged in the shelves, making it impossible for me to find her.

The door is an automatic door, and there will be a "ding", accompanied by several such sounds, Meng Qingyao came to me again with water and medicine.

"After drinking this glass of water, the medicine must be taken." She handed me the water first.

I looked at the medicine she was holding, and my mouth was already bitter.

And Meng Qingyao obviously understands me very well, she even took out a box of fructose from the bag: "The store also sells candy, you eat the medicine and then eat the candy."

"……All right."

Meng Qingyao forcefully put the tablet into my hand: "It's useless to be poor."

I know it doesn't work.

I knew it the last time I choked on my throat when I ate hot and sour powder.

The water has no taste, but the medicine is extremely bitter. After I drank that glass of water, my face was still wrinkled. Meng Qingyao duly dug out two candies and handed them to my lips: "It won't hurt if you eat it."

I opened my mouth and put the sugar in my mouth.

It's still strawberry-flavored sugar, which immediately makes me feel better.

"Now, you need a good rest." Meng Qingyao looked outside and then at me, "My home is nearby, I'll take you there first, and we'll go back to Wicker Lane in the evening?"

"Family?"

Meng Qingyao laughed: "Well, I bought a one-bedroom apartment near here, but I don't come back very often."

I nodded my head in a daze: "Okay."

"Let's go." Meng Qingyao carried the medicine bag.

I followed her and walked beside her.

The sun was high, we walked in the shadows, and there were no shadows on the ground.

As Meng Qingyao said, if today is her birthday for me, then my luck is pretty bad.

Who got heatstroke on their birthday?

"Oh." I sighed a long time.

Meng Qingyao glanced at me: "It's almost here, we won't be gone for long."

"No, Sister Qingyao, I think I'm unlucky." The strawberry candy in my mouth has not yet melted, "It's too much."

Meng Qingyao agreed: "It's a bit."

She paused: "I also thought so when I came back from the capital last time."

"I remember that time you had a fever of 38 degrees five."

Just chatting like this, we arrived at the gate of a nearby community, Meng Qingyao took out the access control card from his bag, and led me in.

I know the housing prices in this area, it is considered expensive in Yuncheng, but Meng Qingyao can open a cheongsam shop here, so why can't she still afford a suite here?So I'm not surprised at all.

The greening of the community is very good, and there is an open-air swimming pool in the middle. Now there are residents passing by us wearing swimsuits and holding swimming goggles and swimming caps, laughing and laughing happily.

Meng Qingyao asked: "Can you swim?"

"Yes." I'm not a landlubber, I know many swimming styles, and my skills are quite superb, "Then sister Qingyao, can you do it?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you will." I subconsciously gave the answer.

Meng Qingyao can make wine, make pastries, fish, and cook a lot of delicious meals. She knows a lot of things, and I subconsciously think she can do everything.

As a result, Meng Qingyao said, "I don't know how to swim."

"Huh?" I was a little surprised.

Meng Qingyao led me into the unit building, it was cooler here, her voice was neither soft nor heavy: "I used to want to apply for swimming lessons at school, but at that time I was very fat, my classmates laughed at my figure, and the teacher also used my figure Just kidding, I'm not interested in swimming anymore."

"Then how can it be considered a joke?!" I felt uncomfortable when I heard this, "If it can offend the person involved, then it is not a joke."

Meng Qingyao pressed the up button of the elevator, I saw her figure from the elevator door, and her voice rang in my ears: "Yes."

"I really want them to apologize to you."

"I want, too."

When I heard this, I stopped for a while.

Meng Qingyao didn't intend to continue on this topic, and after entering the elevator, she turned her attention to me: "Although I seldom live here, I still find my aunt to clean it regularly, wait for you later Just sleep on my bed and sleep well, you will feel much better."

"...Okay." I followed her arrangement.

The combination lock does not need to bring a key, Meng Qingyao skillfully entered a few numbers.

I changed my shoes at the door and followed into the room.

The size of the one-bedroom house is small, and the living room is also small. It is still Meng Qingyao's distinctive and simple style.

Meng Qingyao put the medicine bag on the tea table: "I'll go and boil some water for you, drink some water before going to bed."

I shook my head: "Don't bother, just shake my sister gently, I'll just drink mineral water." I added, "In this weather, the water at normal temperature is not very cold."

Meng Qingyao's house also has regular mineral water, which is placed on the coffee table, and there is no bucket on the water dispenser.

"Okay." Meng Qingyao walked to another room and opened the door, "This is the bedroom."

I follow.

The bedroom is not big, but the scenery outside the bay window is good, and you can clearly see the clear sky outside.

Meng Qingyao came in and drew the curtains a little more, and the bright room became a little darker. She went to the closet and took out a set of short-sleeved shorts: "You can wear this set. I just asked my aunt to wash it a week ago. It was very clean."

I licked my lower lip, and said "um", "Okay."

Being sick also has its benefits. At least in the time just now, I didn't feel bad for this relationship, but now seeing Meng Qingyao treat me so well, I started to sigh again.

What I can't let go of the most is not everything on Wicker Lane, but Meng Qingyao.

No one can compare to Meng Qingyao.

But now I'm really uncomfortable, so I don't have more energy to think about these things. After Meng Qingyao left the bedroom, I changed into this set of milky white short-sleeved shorts.

The short-sleeve shorts are silky, comfortable to wear and have a fresh scent on them.

The curtains were not fully drawn, and there was still a gap. I lay on my side, looking at the blue sky beyond the gap, and gradually fell asleep.

This sleep was very heavy, and it was also a long sleep. When I woke up, the sky outside the gap was already pitch black.

I was dazed for a while before I pulled out of the trance.

This is Meng Qingyao's home in the urban area.

There is a desk lamp standing next to it, which is emitting a warm light, which is not dazzling at all, and it allows me to adapt to the current environment quickly. I waited for a few seconds before touching the mobile phone on the bedside table.

The chat history with Jiang Linyan and Yuan Ze in the group is "99+" again, I didn't click to open it, but opened the chat dialog with Meng Qingyao.

She texted me three paragraphs.

[There are some things in the store that I need to deal with, I will be back before 08:30. 】

[There is porridge on the tea table, and the microwave oven is in the kitchen. 】

[It's off work, I'll be right back, aren't you awake yet?Then my movements should be as small as possible. 】

I stared at the three messages at different times, and I let out another breath.

When I was having an affair with Yu Wenshan before, she would also report some things about her to me. At that time, I thought she really cared about me, but later I realized that this could also be acted.

Meng Qingyao didn't act to me, but she didn't need to act.

But I still fell into her tenderness.

Calculated according to the time of her shop and here, Meng Qingyao has already returned home. I was holding my phone, not in a hurry to reply to the message, but first lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

As soon as the door was opened, Meng Qingyao could be seen directly sitting on the sofa.

In the living room, the desk lamp was only turned on, and it was placed on the coffee table. Meng Qingyao was sitting on the blanket, drawing with her oil pastel with her head slightly lowered. When she heard the door open, she turned her head and met my gaze. .

Under the soft light, Meng Qingyao's expression made me feel like I was stepping on a cloud.

Her lips moved: "Now? How do you feel?"

"Much better." I stood where I was.

Meng Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief, she got up and walked towards me: "Then slowly?"

"Ah."

"I'll wait to warm up your dinner for you. After you take some good medicine, we'll go back again. This time, we won't be driving You Xi's car. Just drive me..." Meng Qingyao's voice became lower and lower, "The car .”

She's not like this for no reason.

It's because I hugged her.

Maybe it was because I hugged him a little too hard, or maybe it was because I hugged him a little too suddenly, but Meng Qingyao took a step back, pressed her back against the door, and made a dull sound.

I raised my head: "Did you hit it?"

Meng Qingyao's eyelashes trembled: "No."

Ugh.

Am I so shameless?

She didn't know anything about relying on illness to get close to her like this.

The living room and bedroom are just lamps, and we are still standing in the darkest place, but I can see the halos in Meng Qingyao's eyes, as well as myself who is still invisible.

"Sister Qingyao..." I called her again.

I lowered my head, leaned forward a little more, buried my forehead on her shoulder, and said in a muffled voice unconsciously, "You hug me."

It turns out that liking someone can be so tiring, I'm powerless.

Meng Qingyao's voice fell: "...Okay."

I was wearing her silk pajamas, which were soft but thin.

Her palm fell on my back, almost in the same position as last time, but this time I could directly feel the temperature of her palm, and more clearly received her fingertips on my back strength.

The intensity is gradually tightened, and the temperature is gradually getting hotter.

I put my arms around Meng Qingyao's waist, trying to control my somewhat disordered breathing, but it didn't seem to work, I just hoped not to be too obvious.

I just hope that Meng Qingyao will not find out.

But it might be that I hugged her too tightly, Meng Qingyao's breathing rate that I heard in my ears was also a little abnormal.

I pursed my lips, trying to relax a little.

But Meng Qingyao pushed me back to the original position, even tighter: "Don't."

She tilted her head, and her lips brushed against my ear again, her voice was a little low: "It will be fine in a while."

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Sister Qingyao's perspective: woo woo woo she took the initiative to hug me

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