Married life with Bakugo

Not that angry, just a little sad.

Xiao Baohao was stunned holding the bracelet: "You carved this?"

"It's really a bit ugly. You should return it to me first. I'll go back to the clerk to see if there is any way to remedy it." I wanted to get the bracelet back from his hand.

He quickly put it on: "Who said it's ugly? Who said that?!"

I was speechless: "Isn't it you?"

Xiao Baohao: "Heh, I don't know what you're talking about, but I think it looks pretty good."

I:? ?

No need, you really don't need to do this.

"That bastard doesn't have this thing?" Xiao Baohao asked "inadvertently".

"No." Anyway, it will be worn back to Baohao in the end, so there is really no need to ask this question.

After hearing my answer, he looked relieved, touched the bracelet and fell back into my arms.

"are you hungry?"

"Not hungry," he looked up, "Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm worried that your energy will be consumed faster after you get sick."

"No, I'm not hungry."

I tried the temperature on his forehead with my hand, and it seemed to have dropped a little: "I'll measure it for you again."

This time it was 38 degrees.

He looked like he was about to fall asleep in my arms.

"Xiao Baohao, are you sleepy?"

"One thing, you're right, being sick can actually take a toll on energy."

"Then you go to bed obediently, I'll..." secretly preparing to get out of bed.

"No!" He saw through my small movements, "You have to stay with me, what if I suddenly catch fire again?"

"Bah bah bah, talk nonsense," I covered his mouth, "don't curse yourself to be sick."

Something slippery and hot touched my palm.

I let go of my hand like an electric shock: "What are you doing?"

"I don't know, maybe my brain is burnt out." The smirk that was supposed to be successful, but because of the weak state at this time, it looks a little cute.

I soft-heartedly compromised again.

Originally, I just watched him sleep, but finally fell asleep with him somehow.

was awakened by heat.

It wasn't me but him who was hot, and the scorching temperature came from him.

"Xiao Baohao! Wake up! Xiao Baohao!" There is no need to take the temperature, and he must go to the hospital in this state.

His face was flushed with fever, and when I called him, he answered vaguely: "Huh?"

"Hey, we have to go to the hospital, you have a bad fever." I pushed his hand away and got off the bed.

Maybe it was because of my cooling device, he turned over uncomfortably: "No."

"This is not a joke, get up quickly." I lifted the quilt and urged.

"Uncomfortable, don't go."

I leaned over and hugged his back, trying to lift him up: "Get up quickly, the fever will get worse in a while, what should I do if the fever is stupid?"

I have never taken care of others like this before. I was completely out of order. After a few minutes of tossing and really getting no cooperation, I realized that I could call an ambulance.

I'm mentally handicapped, and I was just wondering how to help such a big person go to the hospital. I even made several ABCD plans, but I didn't think of calling an ambulance.

Probably because he didn't have enough strength, Xiao Baohao didn't make trouble anymore. When the medical staff transferred him to the stretcher, he just grabbed my hand and kept calling my name to make sure I was by his side.

"Where are we?" After a series of examinations were done and the wards were settled down, he asked in a daze while sleeping on the bed.

"Hey, we're in the hospital now." I don't know why the fever is so severe, the hair on the front of the forehead is wet, and it seems that the mind is not clear.

The temperature trend that rises and falls for a while is really scary.

Just after I fed him some water, he slowly closed his eyes again, and a doctor in a white coat just opened the door and came in.

I got up and went to meet him: "Doctor, Xiaobao...how is my husband's condition?"

The doctor looked at the examination report in his hand: "As far as the current examination results are concerned, there is no major problem, but the symptom of repeated rise and fall of body temperature is still difficult to explain. If it is a cold, this symptom is a bit strange."

I've never seen Bakugou catch a cold, and the word "strange" makes me feel a little uneasy, so I'd better tell him about being hit by a personality just to be on the safe side.

The doctor's expression changed: "You mean he was the heartbreaker seven years ago?"

I knew something was wrong when I saw his expression: "Yes, is there something wrong?"

Doctor: "No wonder she is younger than she looks on TV, and her height is also shorter than the official data."

I:……

"but--"

Hearing this turning point, my heart raised again: "But what?"

"Since he is not from this time and space, having a fever is not as simple as a bad cold."

"What... what do you mean?" My hands clenched unconsciously.

The doctor pondered for a moment: "It's like the rejection reaction caused by organ transplantation. After the new organ enters a different human environment than before, it will have adverse reactions because it cannot adapt to the current environment temporarily."

"You mean," I looked at Xiao Baohao on the hospital bed, "he is the transplanted organ?"

"Basically that's what it means."

This analogy sounds a bit scary, and I couldn't help thinking in a bad direction: "Then what do you usually do if the rejection reaction continues to worsen?"

The doctor's face was stiff: "Generally, the organs are removed."

I almost fainted.

Seeing my terrible face, the doctor quickly comforted me: "Ms. Baohao, don't worry, this is just my guess, it may not be so serious, I will be hospitalized for observation for a day, maybe I am thinking too much, maybe Mr. Baohao He really just had a bad cold."

After sending the doctor away, I sat down beside the bed. Looking at Xiao Baohao's sleeping face, I felt my nose sore, and tears fell without warning. I lay down next to him and cried quietly for a while.

Xiao Baohao, who was hospitalized, could only eat the light diet in the hospital. He fiddled with the porridge in the bowl, curled his lips: "How can I eat this light?"

I picked up the bowl, took a spoonful and fed it to his mouth: "Eat with your mouth."

He reluctantly took a sip and looked into my eyes: "Why are your eye sockets so red?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally got sand in my eyes when I went to the toilet." I looked down at the bowl.

This level of lying is not enough in the eyes of Bao Hao and Xiao Bao Hao.

"I'm not a fool." He clicked his tongue and pinched my chin to force me to look up. "I'm crying. Who bullied you?"

I wanted to cry again when I heard his words, and broke away from his hand: "No one bullies me."

I still overestimated my endurance. I stirred the porridge twice with a spoon and saw two big tears flow into the bowl.

It was also seen by Xiao Baohao: "Well, even if I say the porridge is too weak, there is no need to season it in this way?"

I couldn't hold back when I heard this sentence, I put the bowl on the small cabinet next to the bed and rushed over to hug him: "Little Baohao woo woo woo, I don't want you to be sick woo woo..."

He hugged me in silence for a while before slowly saying: "That's it?"

I choked, "That's it."

"I'm crying because I'm sick? I just have a fever. Why are you crying like you have some terminal illness?"

"You don't understand anything..." I told him the doctor's words intermittently, "What if you don't feel well all the time? What if you develop a disease after you have a fever?" The more I thought about it, the more I cried. , "I shouldn't eat any ramen that day. If I don't eat ramen, I won't meet that strange person. Xiao Sheng won't be neutral, and Xiao Baohao won't get sick... It's all my fault..."

If something happens to Xiao Baohao, something will happen to Xiao Sheng.

"Aren't I fine now? The temperature has also dropped a little."

"In case...the temperature rises again..."

"Then let it come down again." He said stubbornly, "Don't cry, you bastard, I feel uncomfortable when I see you crying, and my heart feels like being pulled by someone. It's uncomfortable to have a fever, but you don't want to cry." Do you want to hurt my heart?"

When he said that, I didn't dare to cry anymore, so I could only tense up.

Seeing me wanting to cry but not daring to cry, he still smiled: "Kiss me, on the lips."

chirp.

"Kiss again."

Tweet.

"Kiss again."

Chirp—the back of his head was held down.

This timing was too coincidental, and someone walked in after a few symbolic knocks on the door.

It's Bakugo.

After seeing what we were doing, he froze for a few seconds, then rushed over with fierce eyes and interrupted the kiss: "I'm hospitalized, I thought it was some serious illness, she seems to be in good spirits, and I still have the energy to bully Someone else's wife."

"It's so noisy, she is also my wife!"

"You fucking shut up!"

"Xiao Sheng, Xiao Baohao is really sick, he has a bad fever." I explained.

"What's wrong with you? Why are your eyes red? He bullied you just now, right?" Bakugo didn't listen to me at all, and only saw what he wanted to see.

"I didn't bully her, she was worried about me, okay?" Xiao Baohao yelled back, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Huh? You deserve it too?!" Bakugo also quarreled.

Xiao Baohao's blushing face became even redder with this sentence, rubbing his temples: "My head hurts."

I was shocked when I heard that, I broke free from Baohao and hugged my hand: "Xiao Baohao, does your head hurt?"

"A little bit, and it feels hotter than before, do I have a worse fever?" He said weakly.

I stretched out my hand to test the temperature, it seemed to be about the same as before, and touched his face again, but it was still the same, but there would always be a certain difference between the physical sensation and the actual temperature, so I asked anxiously: "Is there any other discomfort? Do you have a bad headache? I'll call you a doctor."

"No, just rub it for me."

"But……"

"Knead." He squeezed my hand, his hoarse voice was a bit coquettish.

I don't know what kind of anger Bao Hao is making: "Are you fucking choking your throat and pretending to be pitiful or evil?"

Xiao Baohao frowned: "It's so noisy, I have a headache."

I immediately said, "Xiao Sheng, be quiet, you made him rest."

Bakugo: "Huh? I—"

I turned cold: "Shhh—"

"Fuck!" Bakugo scolded and then fell silent.

I rubbed Xiao Baohao's temples and massaged his scalp a few times, and by the way, repeated what the doctor said to Baohao.

"What kind of rejection reaction, he just has a cold." Bao Hao said firmly.

"I'm not sure yet. The doctor said that we need to observe for a day." I said worriedly.

"Seven years later, I'm fine. How could something happen to him seven years ago." Baohao continued.

"Then do you remember the time travel seven years ago?"

When asked by me, Baohao was stunned: "I don't remember."

"So I've already said that I'm still not sure if Xiao Baohao will have an accident. If there is any accident..."

"Tsk, that's why I'm crying." He was a little irritable.

"What do you mean just for this? This is a very dangerous and serious matter." I couldn't help pushing back.

"Understood, then let him be hospitalized for observation for a day, and we will go back first, and the doctor will notify us if something happens." Bao Hao said he wanted to take me away, and he couldn't wait.

Xiao Baohao quietly pulled my clothes from behind.

Me: "Xiao Sheng, what are you talking about? How can I safely leave Xiao Baohao alone in the hospital? You go back first, and I will guard him here."

Bakugo:? ? ?