He Is Warmer Than Time

Song Ran drank a large cup of brown sugar **** tea, and then retracted under the quilt. Gu Jingxing stared at her nervously, "Does it still hurt? Is it better?"

Song Ran's eyes were dark: "Is this an elixir? Will it have such a quick effect?"

Gu Jingxing touched his nose: "Would you like another drink?"

Song Ran shook his head: "If you drink again, you will vomit."

Gu Jingxing put the cup aside, then took a quick handkerchief and wiped her sweat: "I'm all sweating, isn't it too hot?"

Song Ran looked painful: "Other places are hot, but my stomach is still aching, and my back is still cold."

Because I was holding a hot water bottle, my stomach was a little better, but the back and legs were really cold, it was life-threatening.

Gu Jingxing's hand plunged into the bed, as if he had entered the Huoyan Mountain. How could this girl stand the heat?

Song Ran said with a hoarse voice: "What are you doing?"

The person did not speak, and the dry and warm palms pressed against her back. Song Ran felt a warm current behind her. The temperature of his palms made her feel very comfortable, so comfortable that she could have a kind of attachment. I want to squeeze my whole body into his palm.

Gu Jingxing sat on the edge of the bed, pressing his palm against her back lightly, and his voice was incredibly gentle: "Is that better?"

Song Ran brought some nasal sounds and said, "Well, yes."

Gu Jingxing's palm kept pressed against her back, Song Ran's pain slowly disappeared. Once the pain disappeared, her whole body became abnormally tired, and she fell asleep faintly.

When Gu Jingxing saw that she was finally asleep, her eyebrows were stretched out, and her expression didn't seem so painful. Gu Jingxing touched her hands, her body seemed to be warmed up, and she touched her belly again. The hot water bottle didn't cover her belly. When it was hot, he pulled out the hot water bottle.

After pulling it out, she realized that she was really sweating a lot. Gu Jingxing got up and took a pot of hot water and came over to wipe her a little.

When the quilt was lifted, he realized that the nightdress that the girl was wearing had already been lifted to the belly, revealing a white and tender belly and two slender and straight legs. Gu Jingxing suddenly felt a little blood surge and his hands tremble. Non-stop.

After a few breaths, he barely calmed his mind. He gently pulled her nightdress down, and then trembling his hands wiped away the sweat from her neck and chest.

Song Ran muttered in a daze, "Jingxing, what are you doing?"

Gu Jingxing suddenly said with a guilty conscience: "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything." He was nervous and sweated in his palms.

Song Ran didn't read anything, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again. Gu Jingxing breathed a sigh of relief, really sweating a lot.

After wiping her body, Gu Jingxing hurried out of the room holding the water basin. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he felt hot under his nose, and Gu Jingxing quickly reached out to touch it.

Good guy, nosebleed.

Fortunately, that girl Song Ran fell asleep, otherwise she was going to tease him about it.

He quickly washed his face with a guilty conscience, cold water hit his face, and the beating, restless heart gradually calmed down.

This evening in early summer, Gu Jingxing took another cold shower in the bathroom, and finally entered the room again wearing short-sleeved shorts.

He moved a stool, sat beside the bed and guarded against the wall, just looking at her so quietly, just guarding her so quietly.