Sir, your vest is off!

"Gudu~" Song Lan swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Didn't Lan Lan feel uncomfortable with sweat all over her body?" Zhou Wenqing smiled and shook the steaming towel, "Let me wipe it for you."

"Don't, let's go." Song Lan didn't know where to put his hands in embarrassment, "I'll do it myself, just do it myself."

"Why are Lanlan being polite to me? Aren't we already married? And if this is the case, I think it will be very helpful for us to adapt to our married life, don't you think so?" Zhou Wenqing put the nightgown aside, and the towel lightly He gently pressed it against Song Lan's neck.

A series of goosebumps appeared on Song Lan's neck, but whenever Song Lan didn't have a fever and didn't feel dizzy, he could jump up?

What is it called?Shoot yourself in the foot?

"No, no, no, I suddenly feel that I'm not so uncomfortable hahahaha..." Song Lan shrank under the quilt, but Zhou Wenqing snatched it up.

Zhou Wenqing gently wiped the fine sweat off Song Lan's neck, "Lan Lan, if you don't wipe off the sweat, you'll catch a cold more easily. You don't want to have a fever, is it bad?"

Song Lan's head shrunk slightly, "Then it's the same for me?"

"It's okay, I'm willing to serve Lan Lan." Zhou Wenqing almost made fun of Song Lan on purpose.

Song Lan felt that the heat she had just subsided rushed to her head again, "Huh..."?

"Is Lan Lan unwilling?" Zhou Wenqing rubbed the back of Song Lan's hand and looked into Song Lan's eyes, "Should I stop, Lan Lan?"

Song Lan was dizzy, Zhou Wenqing's catnip tree was not as refreshing as the mint in the cup, it was simply "luting the enemy deep"?!

"It's up to you." Song Lan gave up.

Zhou Wenqing was very happy, just looking at the arc of his lips is enough to prove it, "Lan Lan's hands are quite small, very thin and very long."

"It's okay, but it's not straight." Song Lan is a liberal arts student who has typed the most keyboards and written the most articles. She also has calluses on her right middle finger and index finger due to holding too many pens.

Zhou Wenqing seemed to be rubbing artwork, "No, it's very beautiful."?

"Cheat."? But the cheated person is happy.

Zhou Wenqing brought a basin of hot water and soaked the towel in the hot water. Song Lan thought that this "torture" was over, but never expected that this was just the beginning.

? Zhou Wenqing leaned over slightly, the distance between their cheeks was within a finger's distance, Song Lan only needed to move a little closer, and he could kiss Zhou Wenqing.

"Is Lanlan cold? Why are you shivering?" Zhou Wenqing unbuttoned Song Lan's woolen bottoming shirt, "Do you want to turn up the indoor air conditioner?"

Still open a little higher?

Song Lan was almost on the verge of collapse, if he drove higher, he would probably evaporate, right?

"No, there's no need, this is fine." Song Lan's tongue was tied, and she grabbed Zhou Wenqing's hand as if she couldn't take it anymore. Zhou Wenqing had already unbuttoned the button close to her belly button, Song Lan's entire chest Already in zero-distance contact with the air.

"What's the matter, Lan Lan?"

Zhou Wenqing didn't seem to understand why Song Lan grabbed his hand.

Song Lan blushed, "The front one, can I wipe it myself?"

Zhou Wenqing savored the implication of Song Lan's words carefully, and smiled, "Lan Lan is shy?"

"I'm not, I don't!" Song Lan, who was poked in his mind, wanted to jump, like a kitten whose tail was touched.

It's really cute. ?

Zhou Wenqing chuckled a few times, "Okay, okay, no, then Lanlan will come by herself, and I'll wipe Lanlan's back, okay?"

Step by step, Zhou Wenqing? He knows the way.

Zhou Wenqing wrung out the towel and handed it to Song Lan. Song Lan still couldn't help but ask, "You, can you turn around?"

Zhou Wenqing couldn't help laughing out loud, Song Lan was furious, "Don't laugh! Don't laugh!"

"Yes, yes, stop laughing." But Zhou Wenqing laughed even more excessively. Although he didn't laugh out loud, Song Lan still saw Zhou Wenqing's shaking shoulders.

Too much to die for!This old thing!

Song Lan slowly wiped himself with a towel a few times, his movements were as slow as a turtle crawling, and when he finally couldn't go on, he said in a muffled voice, "I'm fine..."?

Zhou Wenqing turned around unhurriedly, took the towel, "Then I wiped Lan Lan's back."?

Song Lan: "..."? Does he have a chance to refuse?Does he have the right to refuse?

Zhou Wenqing thoughtfully lifted up the quilt to cover Song Lan's front body, and then completely took off Song Lan's bottoming shirt, revealing her smooth and slender back.

The light in the bedroom shone warmly, as if a soft filter had been applied to Song Lan's skin, every bone was properly covered with a hazy veil.

"Lanlan should get fatter." Zhou Wenqing gently wiped Song Lan's back and said.

Song Lan remained silent, but burrowed into the quilt again.

"In the future, I will supervise you to eat well every day, no less than one bowl, no upper limit, and eat more fruits to strengthen your resistance. By the way, after the fever is cured this time, if you sleep on the bay window next time and don't close the window, I will punish you to eat an extra bowl of rice, okay?" Zhou Wenqing said seriously.

Song Lan turned her head and stared at Zhou Wenqing in disbelief, "Wouldn't that make me fat?"

Also, "I didn't sleep on the bay window on purpose, I was just sleepy and didn't want to move."?

Song Lan was very guilty. ?

Zhou Wenqing flicked the little idiot's head, "You, is it reasonable to be careless?"?

"No~"? Unreasonable but still strong, trying to get away with it.

After brushing it off, Zhou Wenqing gently kissed Song Lan's back. The softness and warmth of the touch made Song Lan tremble, and she looked at Zhou Wenqing in shock and shame, "You... "?

Zhou Wenqing calmed down and put on Song Lan's nightgown, "Would you like to wipe Lan Lan's legs?"

Song Lan stared at Zhou Wenqing, wrapped up the quilt tightly, "I don't want it anymore!"?

Zhou Wenqing was overjoyed, and threw the changed clothes into the laundry basket.

When Zhou Wenqing washed and put on his clothes and lay beside Song Lan, the bed was already scorched by a little idiot with an overheated temperature. The little idiot was pretending to be an ostrich, and the moment he lay on the bed, he silently moved away. a little bit.

Zhou Wenqing hugged Song Lan irresistibly, and Song Lan struggled wildly, "Don't get so close to me, the cold will catch you."

"It's okay, I'm in good health, Lan Lan can infect it at will."

Holding people in your arms is the most important thing.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who still wants to get sick? Besides, if you are infected, who will support the family?" Song Lan plausibly explained the stakes to Zhou Wenqing.

"Also, I will be worried." Song Lan whispered to Zhou Wenqing.

Zhou Wenqing patted Song Lan's back, raised his brows slightly, and lowered his head to look at the little idiot who was obediently lying in his arms and finally calmed down, "Does Lan Lan know how distressed she is?"

"What? Why don't I feel distressed?" Song Lan angrily pushed Zhou Wenqing away.

But finding that Zhou Wenqing was also looking at him very angry, Song Lan's heart skipped a beat, "What... what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhou Wenqing grabbed Song Lan's arm and pulled him back, using such strength that Song Lan couldn't help but want to dodge, "Since Lan Lan feels sorry for me being infected, has Lan Lan ever thought about it when I come back?" Does it hurt to see you lying on the bay window with a fever?"

Song Lan was tongue-tied and unable to utter a word. It was the first time Zhou Wenqing was so angry with him, and Song Lan had a hard time accepting it.

Zhou Wenqing's serious tone was hard to ignore, "Lan Lan, take good care of yourself, okay? I'll be worried."

But Zhou Wenqing blamed himself even more, pursing his lips before saying anything more.

Zhou Wenqing's heavy eyes were like blunted knives, slashing Song Lan's heart one after another. Song Lan panicked and quickly explained: "I'm sorry Wenqing, I will definitely not make fun of my health next time, don't be angry Ok?"

Song Lan felt sad, "Really..."

Zhou Wenqing silently hugged him tightly, "In the end, it's because I didn't take good care of you."

"I'm not a child anymore, no one has to take care of me, right? I have hands and feet to be self-sufficient, and I can take care of myself." It's just that the care is not very good.

"Lan Lan..."

"Hmm..." Song Lan responded in a low voice, "Don't be angry, don't feel bad, okay? I will feel very sad if you do this."

Song Lan made Zhou Wenqing blame herself. Although she didn't want to admit it, Song Lan did have some secret joy.

"Sleep, Wen Qing, I'm so sleepy." Song Lan was prone to drowsiness after taking the medicine, and now she was drowsy again and again, and she just wanted to sleep.

Zhou Wenqing patted Song Lan's back gently, "Sleep, Lan Lan, good night."

"Good night..." Song Lan closed her eyes. Zhou Wenqing's arms felt so safe, and there was a hand patting his back. Song Lan had only heard about the feeling of patting his back to sleep from other people's mouths, and never knew it. What it feels like, now I really feel it-it is a kind of unwavering sense of steadfastness.

However, Zhou Wenqing suffered from insomnia again. For the first time, Song Lan was in his arms, but he couldn't fall asleep.

In the world of adults, there always seem to be some unknown deep thoughts, which can disturb your life and even squeeze your energy.

Zhou Wenqing only had Song Lan on his mind, always making him happy and sad.

It seems that after today, it is easy to have something out of my control.

You shouldn't reveal too much to Song Lan.

You shouldn't get carried away after tasting the sweetness of playing hard to get once.

Tomorrow, when Song Lan gets better, let go of her hands a little bit, and put a little distance between them.

Zhou Wenqing was just about to kiss Song Lan, who was sleeping soundly, when Song Lan suddenly opened her eyes and sat up, "Ah, I forgot!"

"What's the matter, Lan Lan?" Zhou Wenqing quickly sat up and covered Song Lan with a quilt, "What's so flustered?"

Song Lan kissed Zhou Wenqing on the face with a "bah!" "I forgot to adapt to life after marriage every day!"

Zhou Wenqing laughed, "Aren't you afraid of infection now?"

"So I just kissed the face!" Song Lan lay down contentedly, "Okay, I'm going to sleep, good night."

Zhou Wenqing pinched Song Lan's chin, and Song Lan snorted softly, all words were blocked tightly.

"This is Lan Lan adapting to life after marriage."?