Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love

Lu Qilin lifted his hand to lift the quilt a little, and grabbed Lu Che, who was sleeping in a daze, from the quilt.

Seeing her red face, Lu Qilin's eyes darkened.

The big palm covered her forehead, and as expected, she felt the hot temperature of her hand.

He was in the quilt just now, he wanted to pull Lu Che up, but as soon as he touched her, his arm was shaken by the heat from his palm.

Lu Che had a fever.

Reminiscent of her behavior that she stayed in the room for a whole day after she was sent back from weight training today, Lu Qilin knew that Lu Che's fever was probably caused by a long period of lack of exercise and muscle soreness and fever.

He originally wanted her to exercise and strengthen the training, but he hit someone on the ground only once.

Although the illness was related to Lu Che's lack of training and poor physical fitness during this period.

However, as Lu Che's immediate superior, Lu Qilin was more or less to blame.

The man's originally displeased deep eyes flicked through a touch of obscurity, he put Lu Che back in the quilt, and dispelled the decision to kick the person out of bed.

He went downstairs to find anti-fever medicine in the medicine box, poured a cup of warm water, and returned to the room.

He personally helped Lu Che, who had been burnt in a daze, leaned against his arms, opened her mouth, and let her take medicine.

Who knows, even if it has been burned to the point where I don't know what eve is, Lu Che still carries the fear of drugs in his bones.

Without opening his eyes, Lu Che sprayed the bitter pill out of his mouth.

Yes, it is spraying, not vomiting.

It sprayed directly on Lu Qilin's face, bounced it, and fell to the floor.

Lu Qilin: "..."

The man's face was strangely ugly, and it was darker than the ashes.

He knew about the problems Lu Che brought from his childhood. When he was a child, Lu Che lived a life of medicine jars, and he was afraid of eating something bitter.

A good man, so he looked very weak.

If it hadn't been for the hard work of refusing to admit defeat, he would follow him from the military academy to the military headquarters. It would be impressive that Lu Qilin would never want this subordinate who is as weak as Xiaoji.

Although there was a deep displeasure on his face, Lu Qilin took apart the new pill, broke Lu Che's mouth and threw it in again.

This time, after throwing in the pills, his big palm immediately covered Lu Che's small mouth, which looked too rosy.

Lu Qilin's soft lips pressed tightly against his palm, causing Lu Qilin's bottomless ink pupil to stain a strange dark glow.

Lu Qilin deliberately ignored the touch from under his palm, the touch of his waxy, soft lips touching his palm.

However, even if she was so tossing and covering Lu Che's mouth without pouring water, she still refused to swallow the pill.

Instead, he was dying and struggling with his neck being pinched, twisting and struggling violently in his arms with his eyes closed.

The thin pajamas fabric rubbed and heated, and Lu Qilin's hard chest was rubbed against Lu Che's soft body like it was about to catch fire.

The handsome and cold face of a man who has never touched people so intimately has gradually become a strange temperature.

Lu Qilin doubted whether he was infected by Lu Che.

Otherwise, how could there be the illusion of fever.

Seeing that Lu Che never swallowed the pill, but turned more and more fierce, Lu Qilin finally let go.

As soon as the big palm was removed, Lu Che frowned and closed his eyes, spit out the saliva-stained pills in his mouth.

This time, the pill that smelled of Lu Che hit Lu Qilin's arm again, and then fell to the ground.

And the man's open palm, warm, actually brought Lu Che's saliva!

[First one, there are two more before 19:30]