Running away from the boss every day

Song Xutang believed in the cycle of cause and effect from beginning to end.

Those who cannot escape will eventually be attracted to each other.

In the cold winter, the two body temperatures snuggle together.

Seeing her frowning brows, Song Xutang froze, her fingers trembled slightly, her lips were pursed with a calm expression, she quietly leaned over to hug her, and licked her eyelashes with her lips.

From the first day I saw Yue Baiyun.

She likes her eyelashes very much, they are long and thick, and her eyes are as charming as a fairy.

Yue Baihen's breathing sound was heavy, his nose was warm, and his eyes were closed as if he was in a nightmare, whispering.

"What did you say?" Song Xutang leaned over.

"do not leave."

She felt that something was wrong, and she reached out her hand to probe her head, her palm was very hot.

It started to burn.

Song Xutang got out of bed without hesitation, put on her own clothes, started to boil water, and searched for medicine for her.

This encounter made her a bad person.

I was really uneasy.

In the quiet room, Song Xutang took care of her to take the medicine, watched her close her eyes slightly, and was very busy.

After three hours, Yuebai's high fever slowly receded, his cheeks were flushed, and he was lying sickly under the quilt.

Song Xutang used a thermometer to measure her body temperature over and over again, and when the temperature slowly returned to normal, she dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

Yue Baiyun's physique is obviously not so delicate, and she didn't have a fever in the middle of the night when she was tossed like that before, but she really has a delicate body.

Song Xutang was quite tired, seeing her with her eyes closed pitifully, sighed inwardly.

Go to bed and lie down with her.

Reaching out to hold her in his arms, he continued to sleep.

After sleeping in a daze for an unknown amount of time, Song Xutang rubbed her forehead and woke up.

She touched Yue Baiyun's forehead, and the fever had subsided.

It's getting late, she's leaving.

But she didn't pull up her trousers and leave. Song Xutang bit her lip and thought about it, then got out of bed and put the clothes that were lumped together on the floor on the bed.

Last night her movements were a bit rough, which caused her to suffer a lot, while Yue Baihan was enduring the unbearable pain, but at the same time was afraid that she would drop all her clothes and run away.

So much so that she seemed to have hurt something.

She touched her pocket, it was a small stack of banknotes, just taken out from the bank as a spare.

She counted 1500, deducted 1000 from it and put it on her bedside table, thinking that she was satisfied with her service last night.

She didn't know if Yue Baiyun had enjoyed it, Song Xutang had tasted the so-called ultimate taste, the feeling of the initiative is addictive.

The author has something to say: My aunt is not feeling well, so I wrote some and handed it in.

不能熬夜，早点睡觉～感谢在2020-04-2500:01:46~2020-04-2523:49:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Xie Meng, The~Warriors1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of three-day moon and constant night;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!