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"Wei Song, where did you put the towels I bought yesterday?" Xiao Yang yelled while tidying up his things in the bedroom.

no respond.

"Wei Song? Wei Song?" Xiao Yang yelled again, but still didn't respond, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Seeing that Wei Song was facing the pot, without turning on the range hood, normally speaking, he could hear the outside sound completely.

Xiao Yang was a little unhappy, "I'm calling you, I promise."

Wei Song just came to his senses, "Ah? I didn't hear it, what's wrong."

"I asked me towel you... Hey, what's wrong with you, why is it so wrong?" Xiao Yang noticed that Wei Song's eyes were basically empty.

"Ah?" Wei Song was still dazed as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Ah what, are you sick?" Xiao Yang stepped forward and touched Wei Song's forehead while saying that, "Your side is about to catch up with the heat of the pot, you should go back and lie down and stop cooking .”

Speaking of which, Xiao Yang glanced at the pot, chuckled, and looked at the dark and unknown object in the pot, "You're so confused, you put everything in the pot."

Xiao Yang pushed Wei Song from the kitchen to the bedroom, changed his clothes and covered him with a quilt, and took his temperature. .

Xiao Yang went into the toilet and soaked the towel he was going to replace with hot water, then squeezed out the water with one hand, and put it on Wei Song's head when he came back.

After a while, the towel became cold, and he found it troublesome to wring out the water, so he put it in the microwave for 30 seconds, and it was still hot when he took it out.So he woke up Wei Song who was in a daze.

"Take your body temperature at 38 degrees 9, which is not too high. You should sleep and sweat first, and then take medicine after the fever does not subside. I boiled water, and you will drink some hot water later. The quilt is covered, don't mess around Move." Xiao Yang's attitude towards fever was taught by his grandfather's precepts and deeds when he was a child. Basically, he has never taken medicine if he has a fever, so it's fine if he just holds on like this.

Wei Song smiled in a daze, "You talk a lot today."

Xiao Yang, who was about to change Wei Song's towel, seemed to be choked suddenly, and threw the towel on Wei Song's face, "Send your fever well."

Removed the towel and found that Wei Song was still looking at him with a smile, and ordered, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

He turned around and took the towel into the kitchen again.

When Wei Song finished drinking the water and fell asleep, Xiao Yang felt that the towel was useless, so he just didn't bother.He wanted to clean up Wei Song's messy kitchen, but his hands were indeed inconvenient, and he would make things worse.

But fortunately, he found the towel he bought yesterday in the corner of the kitchen, and he didn't understand what was going on.

"Xiao Yang, Xiao Yang." He felt like he was about to fall asleep while watching TV on the sofa, when he heard Wei Song call him.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yang also tried his best to calm down and suppress his anger.

"Drink too much water, I want to pee." Wei Song looked up at him.

"Just go pee, why did you call me?" Xiao Yang looked puzzled.

"I can't walk, you help me go." This is also a good hand in acting like a baby.

Xiao Yang thought to himself, luckily he didn't ask me to support him, and he can bear it when he goes to the toilet, "Let's go."

After returning from the toilet, it was another round of taking his temperature under the quilt, and it has dropped to 38 degrees, which is very optimistic.

"I'm cold." Wei Song said tremblingly.

"The air conditioner at home is broken, and the highest temperature is 26 degrees. I took out all the quilts for you. Why don't you get up and put on two clothes before going to bed?"

"Cuddle me to sleep." After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes weakly.

What the hell?What the hell is this natural tone?

But Xiao Yang hesitated for two seconds before getting into the bed, after all, he was quite cold when he was sleeping on the sofa covered with clothes.

After entering the bed, I felt that Wei Song's fever didn't seem to be a bad thing. Isn't this just a personal meat heater, still at 38 degrees.

Xiao Yang didn't hug him to sleep like Wei Song said, but Wei Song came to hug Xiao Yang by himself, anyway, it was all for warmth, the same.

The sun was going down when they were sleeping, and when Xiao Yang woke up, he found that the room was completely dark. He got up and closed the curtains, and turned on the light in the living room. It was almost 11 o'clock, and he didn't eat at night, but he didn't seem very hungry. .

"Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?" Xiao Yang shook Wei Song, after all, patients need to supplement nutrition.

"Ah? Are you hungry? I'll go cook." Wei Song was about to get up in a daze.

"I'm not hungry, let me ask you if you're hungry." Xiao Yang held Wei Song down and patted his face, "Hey, wake up, are you hungry?"

"A bit."

"The bread, milk and bananas you bought yesterday, what do you eat?"

"Eat them all."

"..." It's quite edible.

Anyway, these are relatively easy to do, just warm up a glass of milk, and Wei Song can do everything else by himself.Xiao Yang also ate some, and took Wei Song's temperature again. It was 37 degrees 4, and the fever was basically gone.The two of them didn't bother to wash up after eating, so they got into bed and fell asleep. Anyway, they could sleep comfortably on the weekend of the next day, and besides, there was an artificial heater beside them.

Xiao Yang woke up the next day to the sound of spatulas as usual.

"Which of us has a fever, why can you sleep better than me?" Wei Song looked at the swollen face of Xiao Yang, a little funny.

"You still have the nerve to say, who kicked the quilt while shouting cold yesterday, how many times did I cover you in the middle of the night?" Xiao Yang also hadn't slept for a long time and was so restless, and he was still suffocating.

After hearing this, Wei Song came over and adjusted the plaster for him, "I was wrong, I'll make something delicious for you."

"Oh, by the way, let me interview you. What do you think when you saw what you made yesterday?" Xiao Yang has been holding back all night, just waiting to laugh at him.

The corner of Wei Song's mouth twitched. When he saw it in the morning, he felt that yesterday's pot of marvelous things probably discredited him, but seeing Xiao Yang's slightly smug expression, he thought it was quite funny.

"Go wash up, I've squeezed toothpaste for you."

"Why are you guilty? Why did I forget to take a picture yesterday. Oh, by the way, did you take your temperature this morning? Do you still have a fever?"

"You care so much about me and take care of me, am I sorry for you if I don't have a fever?" Xiao Yang cared so much about him, his heart was filled with joy.

"I was afraid that no one would cook for me." Xiao Yang was also a little guilty. He was really afraid of others getting sick, but yesterday he seemed a little more anxious than afraid.

"I know, don't you cook here? Corn and vegetable porridge, you can eat it after you wash up, go quickly." Knowing that Xiao Yang refused to admit that he was worried about himself, he stopped teasing him. It is better to experience silently if you speak the truth.

Originally, Wei Song felt that he was suddenly sick and felt very weak, and he felt embarrassed, but seeing Xiao Yang taking care of him and worrying about him so much, he felt more at ease.He felt that he liked Xiao Yang more, and this time Xiao Yang gave not only a little response, but caring from the bottom of his heart.