Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

Chunsheng took more than half a month to recover from this cold. He lost a lot of weight. The fat on his face that he had worked so hard to grow is now gone.

Lin Wanyue also lost weight with him. She is even thinner than Chunsheng. With a pointed chin and a white face, she really looks like a little white flower.

Lin Wanyue felt a little dizzy when she woke up this morning. She was probably infected.

She felt much better after taking the medicine. Lin Wanyue didn't think it was a big deal, but she started to feel cold again at night.

How powerful is this virus? Even my body, which has been transformed by five million, can't stand it.

[The host's physique is several times higher than the average level, but it is not immune to all poisons. It is mainly because I didn't rest well during this period. I was infected because my immunity was reduced. The host should rest more. When the ancient martial arts level goes up in the future, the physical fitness will also be greatly improved. ]

"If you don't talk, I almost forget that I have a system."

[...Get well and do the task quickly! ] Don't you know why I don't talk? You are not doing the task, why should I chat with you?

Lin Wanyue put on a mask and asked Lin Ping to take good care of Chunsheng. She would eat alone in the room these days and not eat with them downstairs.

Chunsheng, who had just recovered a little vitality, held his sister's hand, his eyes full of worry and guilt.

"Sister, I'm not afraid, I'm fine, I can take care of you."

"Take care of your sister when you grow up. You should take care of your body now, and your sister will be fine in a few days."

Lin Wanyue reached out and touched the little guy's head, coughed twice and went upstairs.

Chunsheng stood at the stairs and watched his sister go upstairs. He blamed himself very much. If it weren't for taking care of himself, his sister wouldn't be sick.

Now he is still young, and there is no one to take care of his sister, and no one to tell stories to her.

When Lin Wanyue's figure disappeared at the stairs, Chunsheng didn't know what he thought of, and ran away.

After taking the medicine, Lin Wanyue felt sleepy. She went into bed and fell into a deep sleep after a few breaths.

When she was half asleep, she felt someone touching her forehead and wiping her hands and face with a wet towel.

Lin Wanyue thought it was a servant and wanted to open her eyes to see, but she was so sleepy that her eyelids seemed to be glued together.

After sleeping until dawn, Lin Wanyue rubbed her still swollen temples and wanted to turn over but was blocked.

When she turned her head to look at the bedside, she met a pair of red eyes, which revealed uneasiness. When she saw that she woke up, she smiled.

"You still have a fever. Does your throat hurt?" The man's voice was hoarse like a traveler in the desert who had not drunk water for a long time.

"Why are you here?" Lin Wanyue shook her head and gently rubbed the hand that the man stretched out to touch her forehead.

Song Jiajun picked up the water cup on the table, held the straw with his hand, and handed it to the little girl: "Chunsheng called me crying and said you were sick, do you still want to drink?"

"No." Lin Wanyue looked at the blue stubble on the man's chin, and his always clean and tidy suit was now full of wrinkles.

His eyes were full of fine red bloodshot. The man who usually had such a big idol burden in front of her, now couldn't care about anything.

Lin Wanyue's heart was sour and swollen, and she reached out to touch the man's chin: "Brother Jun, why do you have stubble? You're not handsome anymore."

Song Jiajun held down the little hand that was messing with his chin, stared at her for a long time, and leaned over to hug the little girl.

He buried his head in her neck, took a deep breath, and smelled the faint fragrance of the little girl. The boat floating in his heart finally reached the shore.

Lin Wanyue felt the man's uneasiness and reached out to touch his hair, which was soft.

"You had a fever last night and I couldn't wake you up no matter how hard I called you. I was almost scared to death by you!"

The family doctor was also almost scared to death. He didn't dare to sleep all night last night.

The lady's temperature has not dropped. Mr. Song is visibly irritable. He feels that if he doesn't wake up this morning, he may see the King of Hell!

Money is hard to earn, but shit is hard to eat!

"I just took medicine for a cold and slept more deeply. It's okay, don't be afraid."

Lin Wanyue reached out and hugged the man's shoulders, and rubbed her little face against the man's hair.

The man's breath sprayed on the neck, and a fine itch came.

There was a soft touch on the neck, which was the man's lips kissing the neck lightly, and it left as soon as it touched, without a trace of desire.

This kiss made Lin Wanyue tremble all over, and she also gently left a kiss on the man's hair.

"Sleep with me for a while, okay?"

The man finally got up and looked deeply at the girl in front of him.

Her lips were bloodless, her face looked even paler in the sun, and her black hairScattered in the bed.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes could not hide the haggardness on her face. Her thin face seemed to be smaller than her palm, full of brokenness.

Song Jiajun's eyes did not leave the little girl all night, for fear that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Lin Wanyue sighed, moved inside, and patted the bed, "Come up and sleep with me for a while."

Song Jiajun lifted a corner of the quilt and crawled in. The quilt was full of the smell of the little girl, which made people feel at ease.

Lin Wanyue leaned towards the man and covered his eyes with her hand, "Sleep, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."

Song Jiajun reached out and put his arm around the little girl's waist, and only then did he truly feel how thin the little girl was now. This waist could be measured with a palm.

Lin Wanyue's face was pressed against the man's chest, listening to the heartbeats in his chest, and she, who had just woken up, gradually felt sleepy.

The girl in his arms gradually began to breathe steadily. Song Jiajun opened his eyes, stared at the girl for a long time, and kissed her forehead with forbearance and restraint before finally falling asleep peacefully.

The girl with steady breathing curled her lips in the man's arms.

The sun gradually came to the center, the room was quiet, the sun shone on the corner of the bed, and the man and woman hugging each other on the bed were warm and beautiful.

Lin Wanyue opened her eyes and saw the man's strong chest. Usually, the shirt was buttoned to the top button meticulously. Now the top two buttons were opened at some point, revealing a spring scene.

After sleeping in the same position for a long time, her body was a little stiff, and Lin Wanyue moved gently.

The big hand around her waist suddenly retracted its strength, squeezing the distance that had just been opened.

Lin Wanyue's face was just against the man's chest, and she looked down secretly and saw a little pink.

After realizing what she saw, she suddenly closed her eyes.

At this moment, a man's low laugh came from above my head, and my chest echoed it: "Does it look good?"