The school bully is not sweet, she is reborn and throws herself on the school hunk

Shen Suihe was making medicine in the kitchen, but as he was doing so, his mind wandered off into the distance.

Just when Song Nanzhou was about to kiss her, Shen Suihe not only dodged, but also pushed him away and ran downstairs.

After going through so much, she doesn't seem to be in the mood for love again.

If I really blindly accept Song Nanzhou's love, it would be unfair to him.

Shen Suihe thought about it and went upstairs with the prepared medicine. When he walked into the bedroom, he did not see Song Nanzhou.

Crash.

There was the sound of running water in the bathroom, and Shen Suihe frowned.

dong dong dong.

"Song Nanzhou, you can't take a bath if you have a fever."

There was no movement inside, only the sound of running water.

Shen Suihe knocked again.

dong dong dong.

"Song Nanzhou, are you in there?"

Still no one responded.

Shen Suihe was anxious and shouted, "Can I go in?"

She turned the doorknob and pushed it open a crack, then turned her head and looked around, but to her surprise, she still didn't see anyone.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Suihe finally pushed open all the doors and walked in. But when she turned her head and saw an arm hanging on the ground in the bathtub, she was shocked.

"Song Nanzhou, wake up! Song Nanzhou!"

Shen Suihe reached out and touched the man's forehead, and it seemed that the temperature was even higher.

"You want to take a shower when you have a fever, are you crazy?"

Although he was complaining, Shen Suihe still reached out to pull the person up.

But the unconscious person was too heavy and she couldn't lift him at all.

Besides, Song Nanzhou had nothing on him, so it was quite embarrassing for them.

After hesitating for a while, Shen Suihe looked away and drained the water in the bathtub, then pulled a bath towel from the side and covered Song Nanzhou with it.

Da da da....

Song Nanzhou frowned after waiting for a long time and Shen Suihe still didn't help him up again.

He slowly opened his eyes and found that Shen Suihe had actually run away.

She just left herself in the cold bathroom?

Even though it's summer now and the temperature outside is over 30 degrees, this is no reason for her to leave him here alone!

Song Nanzhou couldn't help but doubt himself.

Why is the information he looked up useless?

Could it be that the beauty trap doesn't work?

He touched his face. The burned area had healed. He should be as handsome as before. How could it not work?

Da da da...

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching.

Shen Suihe ran back again.

She stood in front of the bathtub, feeling a little helpless.

It would not be a good idea to knock on Brother Song's door so late at night.

She ran downstairs again to find a servant for help, but after turning around she found that there was no one there.

It was really strange. She had clearly seen bodyguards patrolling before, but why didn't she see any tonight?

"Song Nanzhou, please wake up. I made some medicine for you. You should drink some. Don't get confused because of the fever."

I don’t know if it was the anticipation that worked, but Song Nanzhou woke up after coughing twice.

"Cough cough..."

Shen Suihe happily handed the medicine to his mouth, "Drink some, the temperature is just right now."

I don’t know if it was because he was sick, but Song Nanzhou actually drank the medicine obediently.

"Cough cough cough...."

"Drink slowly, there's still a little left."

Shen Suihe watched him drink all the medicine before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now that you're awake, let's get up and go to bed, okay? You're too heavy for me to lift you up."

And the bathtub is too hard and too cold, I will definitely be sore all over when I wake up tomorrow.

Song Nanzhou nodded obediently and was about to stand up when he was held down by Shen Suihe.

"Etc., etc."

Shen Suihe adjusted the bath towel, wrapped it around Song Nanzhou's waist, then stood up and got a new bathrobe for him to put on.

"Okay, I'll help you up."

Song Nanzhou felt a little regretful that he had missed such a good opportunity to show off his body, but he was still worried that he would rush into it and scare Sui Sui.

Even when they were lying on the bed, Song Nanzhou still didn't let her go.

"Year after year..."

Listening to the man's whispering calls, Shen Suihe subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Ok?"

"Wife..."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense following Song Nanzhou's unconscious words.

Thump, thump, thump.

Shen Suihe seemed to hear his own heartbeat, but it seemed more like Song Nanzhou's.

She wasn't sure.

"Have a good rest. I'll come in later to take your temperature."

Song Nanzhou's heart suddenly beat fast. He was happy that Shen Suihe didn't mind him calling her that.

"Well, listen to my wife."

The term "wife" is very easy for men to call.

It didn't seem deliberate at all, as if they really were a couple who had been married for ten years.

Shen Suihe turned and walked out of the room, quickly returned to her bedroom, and leaned against the door to comfort herself.

No, Song Nanzhou was just sick and had a fever and was confused.

It was just an accident, just an accident.

Shen Suihe comforted himself again and again, trying his best to calm himself down.

It was fifteen minutes later when I found the thermometer and returned to Song Nanzhou's room.

Song Nanzhou breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that someone had finally returned.

He was also afraid that he would be too reckless and scare people away.

drop.

The electronic thermometer showed 38 degrees, still burning.

Shen Suihe was worried and wanted to get some wet towels to cool down physically.

She stayed with Song Nanzhou all night, until dawn when Song Nanzhou's fever finally subsided.

Song Nanzhou was indeed a little dazed by the fever and fell asleep without realizing it.

When he woke up, he saw Shen Suihe sleeping on the sofa with his arms folded, and he felt uncomfortable.

The bed is so big, can't she be flexible and lie down on the side?

Song Nanzhou stood up and walked over barefoot. Seeing that Shen Suihe's little face was a little pale, he reached out and touched it.

Noticing that Shen Suihe's face was cold, he no longer hesitated, picked her up and put her on the bed.

Since she won't adapt, then he will do it.

Song Nanzhou hid her under the quilt, then gently lay down on her and hugged her, with the corners of his mouth raised even when he was asleep.

The two of them slept until noon.

When Shen Suihe wanted to turn over, he found that he couldn't move at all.

She frowned and opened her eyes, and what she saw was a pair of fierce chest muscles.

And the touch on her hand forced her to lower her eyes.

My goodness, her hands were placed on Song Nanzhou's eight-pack abs without her noticing.

It’s no wonder that people who exercise regularly have a good body shape.

The well-defined abdominal muscles are so adorable.

Shen Suihe's fingers couldn't help but move along the lines, as if looking for an exit from a maze.

Snapped!

Just as she was having fun, a big hand grabbed her.

"Have enough fun?"

Shen Suihe felt the hoarse voice coming from above her head, and she chuckled twice.

"I did not do it on purpose."

Song Nanzhou pulled the person who was about to retreat stealthily back into his arms, and even hooked him with his long legs, like an octopus.

"Sleep with me for a while."

Shen Suihe was sober now, so she was no longer willing to maintain such an ambiguous posture and tried to break free awkwardly.

But Song Nanzhou was very strong, and no matter how Shen Suihe struggled, he couldn't escape.

"Um..."

Suddenly, a man's low and hoarse groan was heard above his head again, and Shen Suihe froze.

Seeing that she was like a quail, Song Nanzhou couldn't help laughing.

"Do you know where you met me?"

"No, I didn't!"

"I haven't said where yet."

Shen Suihe's face turned red. She pushed the man away with all her strength, jumped off the bed and ran away.

boom!

The door was closed, leaving Song Nanzhou with a smirk on his face, hugging the quilt and smelling the lingering fragrance of the woman.