He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

"Stars?" He was half awake and burnt, and his voice was dry. I opened my eyes and saw a worried little face, I felt like I was dreaming.

"You have a fever." Song Zhixing leaned over to talk to him, and didn't even notice that there was no coldness and indifference in his voice. She frowned and said, "Why are you so stupid that you don't wear clothes or cover your quilt when you sleep?"

Tang Yu smiled slightly. What should I do? Even this kind of remarks made him feel very happy.

The hot palms clasped her wrists, her thumbs rubbed lightly on her wrist bones, her eyes half-open and half-closed, "It's okay, it's just a small problem. Just sleep for a while."

Saying it's okay, but it doesn't look like it's okay. The voice is dumb.

Going out too early in the morning, and walking in the snow field for more than two hours, he can't stand such a good body either. When I came back to take a shower, I only wanted to squint in the bed for a while, but I fell asleep after a while. I caught a cold all of a sudden.

Song Zhixing touched his hand, and quickly touched his chest, his eyebrows tightened, "I'm going to find a thermometer, you lie down for a while."

Tang Yu didn't want her to go, the strength in his hands tightened, but now he was a patient, and his whole body was weak and weak. Song Zhixing broke Tang Yu's hand apart without much effort and pressed it into the thick quilt. When she turned to go out, and when she closed the door, she looked back again. He closed his eyes and slept there, in a quiet space, he could hear his unsmooth breathing. Obviously, the fever was uncomfortable, even after turning sideways several times, I couldn't find a comfortable sleeping position.

Song Zhixing sighed and walked downstairs.

When she arrived in the hall, the little snowball came out of the den and rubbed against her feet.

"Hey Qiuqiu, my mother has no time to play with you now." Song Zhixing quickly flipped through the cupboard in the hall, while muttering to himself: "Dad is sick. Mom has to find him medicine now."

"Huh? Where is it?" She looked through a lot of cabinets but couldn't find the medicine box, she became more and more anxious. Finally, he turned from the hall to the kitchen and found the medicine box in the cupboard above the kitchen. There was a thermometer, but the medicine in the box caused Song Zhixing to wilt.

Not to mention the words on the medicine, she didn't know any of them. Even if she found out the cold medicines accurately, they all expired.

She had to pour a cup of hot water, plug in a straw, and go upstairs with a thermometer. Tang Yu slept deeper now, Song Zhixing didn't wake him up, put the thermometer under his arm, and sat next to him and waited.

He burned so badly that his beautiful face was all red. Song Zhixing sat on the edge of the bed with his chin watching, with long fingers, he couldn't help stroking his profound three-dimensional features.

Tang Yu, who blushed like this, looked a little cute. It's not as serious and cold as he is usually.

Song Zhixing looked a little surprised.

original……

Not only does he need his care, but occasionally, he also needs her.

The taste of taking care of people is actually much better than being taken care of. It's just that she hates his illness.

Song Zhixing couldn't help but clicked on the tip of his nose, muttering: "Stupid."

Will take care of her, always admonish her a thousand times, but will not take care of her own idiot.

Tang Yu seemed to feel her presence, and raised his hand to grab her hand, but she quickly squeezed her hand, "Don't move, you are taking your body temperature!"

As if he heard her words, Tang Yu didn't move any more, but flexed his five fingers, clasping her slender fingers tightly.

Looking down at the tightly entangled fingers of the two people, Song Zhixing's heart fluctuated several times, and it was sad and hard to give up. It seemed that he was tired, the contradiction was tangled, and finally, he clasped his hand. Slightly leaned over, pressed his face to his chest, listening eagerly to his heartbeat.

If there is no cruel and **** past between them, how good would it be.

After lying down for a while, he pulled out the thermometer, and when he saw it, he was shocked.

It is already 39° and a half.

Song Zhixing was really at a loss. He took the phone and dialed the local emergency number, but she couldn't understand a word of the other party. She tried to communicate in another language, but it was her turn that she couldn't understand.

Looking at the phone, she felt extremely frustrated.

It's better to be yourself who is sick now.

Tang Yu will definitely take good care of himself.

She bit her lip, thought for a long time, and finally had to call and ask for help from Uncle Liu. She turned Tang Song's number from Tang Yu's cell phone and quickly dialed it.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up.

"Second brother, it's midnight now. You can't just come here to spoil my good deeds just because you have trouble with the stars and lose your **** life?" There is a time difference between the two places, and it is still midnight over there.

Tang Song's voice came from the phone. With intoxicating laziness and red-faced panting.

Song Zhixing could hear what he was up to now, plus the words he said, her face flushed with embarrassment. Had it not been for Tang Yu's illness, she would have hung up the phone now.

"I will hang up if I don't speak, I'll get back to you later." Tang Song couldn't bear to hang up the phone without hearing the answer from someone here.

Song Zhixing suddenly recovered, "Um, Uncle Six, it's me..."

Tang Song was stunned for a moment.

After a long while, it seemed that he had just recovered, changed his posture just now, and became serious, "Xingxing, the words of Uncle Liu just now were playing with you, don’t take it to heart. Calling so late, In a hurry?"

Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu who was lying on the bed worriedly, and couldn't be polite with Tang Song, "Second Uncle is sick, and I haven't taken care of the patient, so I can only find you Uncle Six."

When Tang Song heard this, he coaxed the woman next to him in a low voice. Song Zhixing could faintly hear the other party's lazy ‘um’ for a few times, and that voice made Song Zhixing feel a bit familiar. If he heard it correctly, it should be Sister Liang Yan. Since the wedding of Sister Liang Yan and Uncle Tang ended last time, the two have never talked about their marriage. I don't know how Uncle Wu and that Miss Zhao are doing now.

Thinking of this, Song Zhixing's thinking stopped. At this time, she still thought about other people's things.

"What's the matter? You just said that the second brother is sick, what's the situation?" Tang Song apparently walked out of the room, and his voice rose a little now.

"It's a fever. It's almost 40°. We are abroad, and I can't find a doctor, and there is no medicine around." Song Zhixing was anxious.

"It's just a fever?"

"..." What does ‘just’ mean? Song Zhixing was dissatisfied with Nu Nu's mouth, "Sixth Uncle, Second Uncle is really serious now, and others will not be sober."

Tang Song could hear her anxious tone, and teased her with a smile, "Where is there no medicine next to me? I think there is."

"Ok?"

"Aren't you the best medicine?"

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