How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The maximum scale of the mercury thermometer is 42 degrees.

When the mercury is over, it should be forty-three degrees.

At first, Shuichi looked down at the thermometer in his hand, and the mercury column stopped exactly at a little above the forty-two position, and then walked up a bit, maybe the thermometer was about to explode.

For the first time, he stayed blank, didn't speak, frowned slightly, raised his head, and looked at him again.

At this time, the man in front of him looked different. The usual lazy feelings were all gone. It was indeed a very weak look. Wet eyes, slightly drooping lips, and lowered his head to look down Holding her, the whole person appeared quiet and harmless.

At the beginning, Zhili pursed her lips, handed him the thermometer in his hand, and slightly glanced away.

Lu Jiaheng slowly raised his hand and took it.

Chuichi took a step back.

With a bang, the door was smashed in front of him.

Lu Jiaheng hadn't reacted yet. The whole person was immersed in the torture of the disease, and he even started to feel that he was really hot all over, and his consciousness was blurred.

The next second, Hakuchi’s voice murmured from behind the door: "Why do you find me if you have a fever? You can find a firefighter."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Lu Jiaheng was stunned and did not speak for a while.

Chuchi waited for a while with his back against the security door. There was no sound outside. She thought about it and turned around again, looking out from the cat's eyes.

He was still standing there, with his head hanging down, a somewhat ambiguous outline, motionless as in the previous pose.

Like a kitten or puppy abandoned by others.

It doesn’t look like it’s pretending.

And what is necessary to pretend to be sick.

But who can burn to forty-two degrees!

The thermometer is broken.

I don't know why, Chuichi suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

She bit her lip and hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

Lu Jiaheng heard her voice opening the door and raised her head, her dark eyes brightened at once.

Chuichi glanced at him: "Are you really sick?"

Lu Jiaheng's eyes flashed a bit of struggle.

He was silent for a while, "um".

Don’t look away: "Then go home quickly, or go to the hospital, don't wear so little standing here, there is no heating outside."

"There is no heating in my house," Lu Jiaheng whispered. "I just moved in, and I haven't had time to pay for heating."

It took a few seconds at first to remember this.

It's already mid-December, and there is no heating at home in this weather. It really has to happen. It's strange not to catch a cold.

Hatsushi stood at the door for a few seconds.

Lu Jiaheng was not in a hurry, so she quietly waited for her.

For a while, she sighed lowly, a little helpless, and withdrew her body slightly back, giving him a place: "Come on first."

Almost at the same time the voice of the first garden fell, he came in and took the door by the way.

Chuichi had already turned around and entered the house at this time, a slightly raised voice came from the living room: "Have you taken antipyretics?"

Guess the sharp claws hung on his pants, fiercely: "Meow meow meow!!!"

Lu Jiaheng plugged him in one hand and lifted it to himself.

One person and one cat stared at each other, you guessed the blue eyes staring at him, the front legs fluttering desperately on his face.

Lu Jiaheng's lips slightly raised, and a calm smile appeared on the black cat face.

"No." Lu Jiaheng said weakly.

Guess the spitting blood: "Meow meow!!!"

Chuichi continued to search in the living room while talking: "Is your thermometer broken, my home has an electronic, you come in and measure the temperature, if it is high, you go to the hospital."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

The smile on Lu Jiaheng's face disappeared.

He put down the cat, stood at the door, and coughed softly: "No, isn't it good to use this kind of thing in tandem?"

Chuichi: "It's okay, it's all sterilized."

She leaned over and looked at him from the inside probe: "Come on first."

Although Lu Jiaheng wanted to enter the door, he didn't want to take his temperature very much.

And you guessed that he had just laid him down, grabbed one of his legs, and the salted fish was lying on the spot, trying to keep him from moving, stopping him at the door.

Lu Jiaheng dragged forward with difficulty, dragging a cat on his left leg.

A cat paralyzed into pieces, like a mop.

Chuchi crouched in front of the TV cabinet, pulled out the electronic thermometer from the medicine box, and raised his hand to him.

After waiting for a long time, no one answered.

Chuichi raised his eyes in doubt: "Here you are."

She still has a small face on her face, she doesn't look like she's not angry, and her expression is as fierce as possible, and her tone is not very good.

But even so, Lu Jiaheng still looked cute when she looked at her.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his hand and took it over, pinched the thermometer and looked at it, dying and struggling: "Actually, I just took a piece of antipyretic medicine at home, I don't know if it's gone now."

Churi squatted on the ground and looked at him with his small head raised. His expression was a bit suspicious, as if to say, "What are you doing at my house?"

Lu Jiaheng paused, stubbornly sealed the thermometer, and added: "But the medicine has expired, it may not work."

Chuichi: "..."

There is no heating in winter, and the antipyretic medicine expires. What are the days when you have lived alone for so many years.

Chuchi sat on his knees on the ground, watched him plug his thermometer, hung his head, and slowly took out a few boxes of medicine from the medicine box.

The entire living room was silent for a time, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward, only you guessed that the angry grunt sounded intermittently.

He still slammed Jiaheng's trouser legs, and at the first sight, he waved at him.

Guess unwillingly let go of her paws, arrogantly stepped on the catwalk and walked in front of Chuichi. The big tail swept on the floor, nested in her arms, and the small paws hit Chuchu. "Meow" sounded.

Lu Jiaheng stood in front of the TV cabinet with an individual thermometer, staring down at the person sitting directly on the ground, and said in a mute voice: "The ground is cold."

Chuichi held the cat in his arms and didn't want to see him look like: "Geothermal."

There was another silence.

Hatsune didn't hold his head, and he was tangled in trying to raise his head. He heard a rustling sound.

When Chuchi looked back, he saw that Lu Jiaheng was sitting on the floor, sitting directly in front of her.

Chuchi frowned, his hands propped on the ground, and the person rubbed back slightly, pulling away from him.

Lu Jiaheng did not move, sitting quietly in the same place, looking down at her slightly.

He is exceptionally good today.

I don't just lean over casually and say something weird.

At first, Yuri squeezed his lips and held out his hand, his tone slightly better: "The thermometer."

Lu Jiaheng obediently took the thermometer from the neck of his shirt and handed it to her.

He wore a white shirt and opened a few buttons on the neckline. Because the movement was a little messy just now, the collar turned over improperly, revealing a small piece of fair skin and a nice clavicle on the chest.

Chu Garden's ears were a little red, and he quickly lowered his eyes and looked at the thermometer in his hand.

"Thirty-eight degrees," she glanced at him quietly, dispelling the last doubt in her heart, "Your family's thermometer is indeed broken."

Lu Jiaheng was surprised for a moment.

It seems that this cold shower is a bit slow.

He quickly regained his consciousness, completely adjusted his facial expression, and looked innocent and fragile: "The antipyretics that may expire may still be useful."

"You can't take expired medicine, do you want to be poisoned?" Chuichi pushed the medicine in front of him. "Fever fever medicine and cold medicine, take it according to the instructions, and drink plenty of water."

Lu Jiaheng missed it.

He leaned sideways in front of the TV cabinet, his head slightly on his side, and the dark peach eyes looked at her with a hoarse voice: "Sorry."

At the beginning, Gardenia hanged his head and said nothing.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be angry with you yesterday."

Hakuchi shrunk his shoulders, his head lower and lower.

Lu Jiaheng pursed her lips, her voice low: "I know it's wrong, don't be angry."

Sometimes it is very strange.

For example, Hatsushi originally felt less sad.

But as soon as he appeared, his coaxed tone compromised to admit mistakes, his soft voice lowered her name, and the grievances at that time would instantly turn over thousands of times, and all of his brains slipped out. Where did you hide so well?

A little hypocritical, and a little strange.

Chuichi raised his head.

He sat there, his slightly wet black hair hanging down, his skin was very pale, and his cheeks were a little bit crimson, his lips pale, and he looked pitiful.

After being silent for a while, Hatsumi spoke softly: "You are really too much."

Lu Jiaheng confessed in a low voice: "I'm wrong, I'm too much."

Chuchi's eyes turned a little bit red again: "How can you really go, you are too much, you just leave me there alone."

"It is my fault."

"Lu Jiaheng's bastard."

He chuckled a little: "Well, Lu Jiaheng is a bastard."

Chuichi sucked his nose and glared at him: "If this happens again in the future--"

She didn't expect to say anything more threatening, but it sounded more fierce.

He already laughed, and said softly as she discussed: "If I ever do this again, you can scold me, you can scold me, you can beat me, but don't ignore me, do you? "Cry," he pursed his lips, and his voice was soft, sighing, "I don't know what to do if you cry."

Hatsuri stared at her eyes and her face slowly turned red. She stood up sharply and looked down at him stuttering: "You speak well! I haven't forgiven you!"

This time he was sitting, she stood in front of him, and she turned her head down to look at him.

This feels novel and unprecedented. From the above, Lu Jiaheng looked up at her with a little bit of eyes.

At first, there was a feeling of mastery.

She looked at him condescendingly, bulging her cheeks imposingly: "You get up first to take the medicine, then go home to sleep, and the fever is gone when you wake up."

Lu Jiaheng sat still and motionless.

He blinked and looked at her obediently. After a while, he spoke slowly: "I can't stand up, I'm so weak, I have no energy."

Chuichi: "..."

At first, Yuri squeezed his lips, struggling for a moment, and stretched his hand a little.

Lu Jiaheng raised her eyes and stared at her white and tender palms for a while, then raised her hands to hold.

His hands were slender, the temperature was hot, and he grabbed and wrapped the whole of Hachibori's hands, and then held it motionless for a few seconds before he stood up in a fake way.

He stood in front of her without releasing his hand immediately.

Hatsumi gently pumped out.

Lu Jiaheng released his hand, picked up the medicine she handed her, and suddenly said: "I don't have a heater at home."

Hatsuri reacted for a while, and what he meant came back, his eyes widened a little: "But...".

She couldn't talk anymore.

Lu Jiaheng looked down at her, her cheek probably because of a little fever and crimson, thin lips lightly opened, she gasped lowly, repeating with emphasis: "At first, my house was so cold."

The author has something to say:

Lu·Dead skin, cheeky face·Jiaheng

Lu Shao's liquid foundation is painted on his face, and he painted his lips.