School girls always want to bend me

The two of them had a not-so-happy dinner, and Zhang Yawen picked up the bowls and chopsticks and walked to the kitchen with puffed cheeks.

Although I took Ye Qiqi in, it was not easy to use her as a long-term worker. Based on the principle that you cook and I wash dishes, Zhang Yawen consciously put on pink rubber gloves.

Then he poured a large dollop of dishwashing liquid into the sink where the bowls and chopsticks were piled up.

She likes dishwashing liquid very much. The oily stains that can't be cleaned no matter what, just drop a little and clean it up immediately. It's very refreshing and a bit healing.

Ye Qiqi brought in the rest of the dishes, and saw the pool flooded with white bubbles, his forehead twitched.

She took a closer look and said, "Did you know that dish soap can pollute groundwater?"

Zhang Yawen stopped washing the dishes, and turned to look at her: "I don't know."

"Then do you know that the detergent left on the dishes is harmful to the human body?" Ye Qiqi continued to ask.

Zhang Yawen: "..."

Staring, he threw the bowl and chopsticks in his hand into the sink, making a crisp "bang bang".

"You... are you here to find fault???"

Feeling a bit puzzled, I added another sentence: "Either get out, or you come to wash."

Ye Qiqi chose to shut up, but when he turned around, he coughed a few times uncontrollably, with his head down, his chest trembling uncontrollably.

It's not like choking.

Zhang Yawen's face softened, he took off the gloves in his hand, grabbed Ye Qiqi who was about to walk away, and raised his hand to touch her forehead.

Then he touched his own and felt it carefully: "Do you have a cold?"

Ye Qiqi licked his dry lips, thought of something, turned his face away a little guilty, touched it casually, and said perfunctorily, "The temperature is quite normal."

But he immediately received a blank stare from Zhang Yawen: "Is your hand a thermometer?"

Ye Qiqi looked down at Zhang Yawen's unkind face, but didn't speak.

Then Zhang Yawen pulled Ye Qiqi onto the sofa in the living room, ran around the room, rummaged through boxes and cabinets looking for a thermometer, and finally found one at the bottom of a drawer.

She squeezed it in her hand a few times, then lifted Ye Qiqi's shirt, stuffed it under her armpit, and muttered, "I don't know if it will work or not?"

Ye Qi huddled in the corner, listless, like a marionette, at the mercy of others.

She looked down at the busy Zhang Yawen, not wanting to show that she was exhausted.She felt a little uncomfortable after the rain yesterday, but she didn't say anything about it, thinking that it would be over after a little resistance, but today it was still a little menacing.

Ye Qiqi struggled to sit up, but before he could straighten his waist, Zhang Yawen's cool hand pressed him down.

Afraid that she would do some strange behavior again, Zhang Yawen held Ye Qiqi's hot wrist, pulled the blanket on one side, and wrapped him up.

Then she also ran onto the sofa and leaned closer to Ye Qiqi: "Is it because of the rain yesterday?"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.Ye Qiqi's eyebrows drooped, and his slender eyelashes flickered, as if someone had punctured his mind.

Zhang Yawen didn't know about Ye Qiqi's mental activities, and he was still discussing the details of the cold with great interest: "I can't let myself get wet in the rain in the future."

Then she pulled up the blanket very worriedly, and wrapped her up more tightly: "You said that you are not a child anymore, why don't you know how to bring an umbrella when it rains?"

Ye Qiqi's lips were stretched into a straight line, he never thought that one day he would be admonished by Zhang Yawen not to take care of himself.

When the time was almost up, Zhang Yawen took out the thermometer from Ye Qixi's armpit, raised one hand in the air, stared at it with all four eyes for a long time, and took a closer look for a while.

The two looked at each other: "...it should be broken."

Zhang Yawen threw the broken thermometer into the trash can, and touched Ye Qiqi's pale face: "I think you don't need a thermometer to know that you have a cold now, so I'll get you some medicine."

The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets sounded again in the room, and after a while, Zhang Yawen came out with a canvas storage box in his arms.

The zipper was a little loose, and Zhang Yawen split it just after pulling it, and it took a few tries carefully before he opened it, and there were quite a lot of colorful medicine boxes inside.

Ye Qiqi took a box of crack, turned it over vigilantly and looked at the expiration date, she turned her face and coughed, frowned, her voice was a little hoarse: "...is this your family heirloom?"

After all, time is a bit long.

Zhang Yawen checked a few boxes, and they were all in the same condition. The average expiration date was one or two years. She scratched the back of her neck, feeling a little embarrassed, and laughed a few times: "It's a bit careless."

Then, in order to make up for his mistake, Zhang Yawen said: "I will buy it for you now."

Ye Qiqi glanced at the dark sky outside: "It's late at night, and all pharmacies are closed."

Zhang Yawen, who had just picked up the phone, was stunned for a moment, half-kneeled up, approached Ye Qiqi's face, poked his face with his hand, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Ye Qiqi, do you have a cold, or have you lost your mind? Book it."

Ye Qiqi turned his head with a dark face, but was turned away by Zhang Yawen.

"And, didn't you order me once before?"

A sarcastic chuckle echoed in the room, and Ye Qiqi pulled the blanket that was pulled around his neck directly over his head.

She wants to be alone for a while.

But Zhang Yawen still didn't let her go: "Qiqi, you are so childish, are you a child?"

Ye Qiqi: ...

The author has something to say:

Kumei overturned, the qiqi will be very soft during the cold.

I have something to do today and I need to go out, so I'll keep it short.

I bow deeply to all the cuties!