Madam is a rebel, please surrender quickly

"Help me take a bath?"

Is she hinting to him that they can do it tonight?

Qiao Yichen's eyes gradually darkened.

If it were any other time, if Su Zhixing said she wanted to help him take a bath, he would definitely want to rub her into his bones and eat her up.

But now, seeing the woman's reluctant expression, he felt as if his dignity was being stripped away bit by bit, causing him excruciating pain.

She only did all this for him out of so-called kindness and morality.

"No, I won't touch the water today, I'll just wipe myself down. You can go wash yourself too, don't worry about me."

Qiao Yichen turned away and stepped into the master bedroom.

Su Zhixing's breathing quickened. He refused?

Until there was a "bang", the door of the master bedroom closed and the man's cold figure disappeared from her sight.

Su Zhixing's small body, which she had forced to stand straight, finally became weak.

Fortunately he refused.

Otherwise, if the baby died without his knowledge, and he lived with guilt, she might not even be able to regret it.

Su Zhixing hurried into the second bedroom.

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and she had to use the little time left to catch up on some sleep, otherwise she would really faint.

As soon as she opened the door, Su Zhixing's heart suddenly softened.

Qiao Yichen gave her a charming smile.

His warm and sunny smile made her feel like she was back to when she was eighteen years old.

At that time, he always smiled at her like that and never withheld his smile from her.

Seeing that Qiao Yichen's smile came from the big pillow on the bed, Su Zhixing burst out laughing.

It turned out that he had his portrait embroidered on a large pillow.

So he had already decorated this room for her?

Su Zhixing was surprised that Qiao Yichen also understood romance?

Why didn't you bring her here earlier? That's not like him.

Su Zhixing quickly gave herself a hot shower, then hugged a large pillow and buried her whole body in it.

It was like hugging him, warm and comfortable, and he was obedient and wouldn't be mean to her...

I don’t know how long I slept when my cell phone rang.

Su Zhixing answered the phone in a daze.

A familiar hoarse voice came from the phone, "Xingxing, can you come over for a moment?"

"Brother, where are you going?"

Su Zhixing murmured, kissing the pillow with her eyes closed, "Brother, aren't you lying down obediently?"

"Xingxing, I have a fever--" Qiao Yichen's voice was very hoarse.

"Fever?" Su Zhixing shuddered and woke up.

When she saw the pillow in her arms, Su Zhixing remembered that she was currently in a hotel.

"Brother, is the wound infected? I'll be there right away."

Su Zhixing rushed into the master bedroom.

I saw Qiao Yichen lying on the bed with his eyes closed and two blushes on his fair cheeks.

His long straight eyelashes cast a light gray color under his eyes, making him look like a sick little prince, which makes people feel pity and overflowing maternal love.

The medical professor has a fever and is bedridden?

A flash of doubt flashed through Su Zhixing's mind.

She knew him too well.

From childhood to adulthood, it’s not that he never gets sick, but as soon as the disease starts, he will be very powerful and strangle it in the cradle.

He has also trained his immunity to be very strong.

Even she, under his care since childhood, rarely gets sick.

Besides, the wound had been treated and disinfected in the hospital last night, so how could it get infected?

Sure enough, when she untied the man's gauze and checked the wound, she saw that the wound had begun to scab over.

"No infection?"

But the fever is a fact.

Su Zhixing took Qiao Yichen's pulse and found that he had caught a cold.

But the weather is neither too cold nor too hot and the climate is pleasant, how could I get typhoid fever?

After Su Zhixing gave Qiao Yichen an acupuncture injection, she ran into the bathroom, trying to find a towel to wipe the man's body with warm water to help him dissipate heat.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, her pupils narrowed.

I saw an air cooler still running madly.

Su Zhixing was speechless.

No wonder he felt cold.

He agreed not to touch water, but he gave himself an ice bath?

And taking a cold shower while blowing cold air?

He's crazy! He deliberately gave himself a fever?

Su Zhixing turned off the air conditioner, wrung out a warm towel, and wanted to wipe Qiao Yichen's body.

When I lifted the quilt, the man's strong and tall figure suddenly caught my eye.

He was not wearing any clothes but a pair of low-waisted sports shorts that wrapped around his proud European and American silhouette.

Su Zhixing's breathing tightened.

Qiao Yichen's figure is incredibly perfect.

She had been seeing him for twenty years, so why did she worry that she would have a nosebleed every time she saw him?

His legs were long and straight, and under his barrier-like abdominal muscles, his sexy mermaid line extended down to his gray shorts, making it impossible to take your eyes off him.

Su Zhixing calmed herself down and quickly wiped Qiao Yichen's skin to help him dissipate heat.

Logically, after the acupuncture, body wiping and sweating, he should be much better than before.

But Qiao Yichen shivered from time to time, curled up into a ball, and kept muttering "cold".

"Brother, are you still feeling cold?" Su Zhixing placed her soft palm on the man's smooth forehead.

The fever has subsided a little, but it will take some time to completely subside.

Qiao Yichen seemed to be half awake, murmuring in a very low and hoarse voice,

"Xingxing, my head hurts and I'm cold, need a hug—"

Su Zhixing's breath stopped and her heart softened.

The way he asked for a hug seemed like he was acting like a spoiled child...