she is not happy

In the dark night, Ye Qinghe was very cold, his teeth were chattering, and he curled up into a ball tremblingly. After drinking the medicine, he felt drowsy, and felt the light in a daze.

"Ye Qinghe." Wen Yi called softly.

Ye Qinghe slowly opened his long and narrow eyes, as quiet as a deep pool, as if he had woken up after being frozen for thousands of years.Confused and ignorant of everything in front of him.

"Can you hear me?" Wen Yi dug this guy out of the quilt, his body was like ice, and it was so cold that it made people shiver.

Feeling someone snatching the quilt, Ye Qinghe frowned and said something dissatisfied.

"what."

"You'll freeze to death like this, idiot." Wen Yi repeatedly rubbed the guy's frozen body with her hands.

The temperature inside and outside the house is more than ten degrees below zero, whether Ye Qinghe wants to be well or not.

Wen Yi took off her jacket, hugged her, and warmed her with her body. Ye Qinghe smelled a familiar smell and gradually regained consciousness.

She leaned on Wen Yi's shoulder and stared at the glowing ceiling for a long time, her head was dazed.

"Is it better?" Wen Yi asked softly as she helped her warm up.

Unable to get a response from that person, Wen Yi backed away a little, wanting to see the person's reaction, but the man's arms quickly wrapped around her, holding her tightly.Don't let her see his face at all.

A cold voice sounded in his ear, and he said something cold and bored.

"do not move."

Wen Yi scratched her back hard, Ye Qinghe frowned in pain, but he refused to let go of his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the shoulder was bitten severely by the man.

"Hiss." Ye Qinghe took a breath, and hugged the man even tighter.

The rattling of bones.

"Ye Qinghe, if you don't answer my call next time, you will die." Wen Yi blushed and thumped her back.It was so hard that Ye Qinghe's eardrums thumped when he hit it, and he felt a vibration.

after a long time.

Ye Qinghe came back to his senses, just let go of Wen Yi, but with the same indifference that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Glancing at Wen Yi beside him, she asked with some disgust.

"What are you doing here?"

"After so many years, can't you learn to speak well?" Wen Yi narrowed her eyes slightly, not intending to be polite to this person.

Ye Qinghe rolled up the quilt in annoyance, covered himself in the quilt again, sat cross-legged on the sofa, like a snow-white hill, and refused to communicate with Wen Yi.

"Childish ghost." Wen Yi said angrily.

She got up, looked for the switch of the air conditioner in the room, and turned on the air conditioner. Although there was no heating, the temperature in the room gradually rose.

The man buried under the quilt couldn't breathe, and finally poked his head out of the quilt, the whole body was still wrapped in the quilt.

"Buzzing" the exhaust fan sounded, and Wen Yi was cooking noodles in the open kitchen.

After a while, a bowl of hot noodles arrived in front of Ye Qinghe, with a poached egg on top.

"That's it?" Ye Qinghe said coldly, curling the corner of his mouth.

"Eat it soon, your body will be warmer." Wen Yi said softly.

Ye Qinghe let go of the quilt, and began to eat slowly.

Wen Yi did not inherit Aunt Liu's cooking skills, and this bowl of Yangchun noodles was already her limit.

After eating the noodles, Ye Qinghe's body warmed up, and he nestled on the sofa, as if he had taken root, and remained motionless.

Watching Wen Yi busy around the room, she tore off all the cloth covers and stuffed them all into the washing machine.

The humming washing machine started to spin, it was the same one when parents were still alive. In the silent room, there were many more sounds that Ye Qinghe had never heard in these years.

Seeing Wen Yi change her clothes and go out, Ye Qinghe couldn't sit still anymore, got up and followed her.

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Yi looked at Ye Qinghe and asked.

"You can stay here tonight." Ye Qinghe said pretending to be calm.But the steps she took from the living room to the door just now were not calm.

"You think I'm leaving?" Wen Yi stared at the man's bare feet without slippers, her face full of suspicion.

Ye Qinghe's gaze fell leisurely on the garbage bag in Wen Yi's hand, his ears turned red, he turned around and quietly returned to the sofa, and continued to sit quietly.

"Get up and wipe the table." After Wen Yi finished taking out the trash, she saw the man sitting on the sofa again, so she threw a rag to her.

"This is the work of servants." Ye Qinghe frowned, pinched the rag with a cleanliness, put it next to his nose and smelled it, and held it in his hand after confirming that there was no peculiar smell.

"Miss Ye, be quicker, don't smudge any more." Wen Yi urged.

The man got up slowly and started to work.Ye Qinghe has always been an untouchable young lady since she was a child, but when she was in college, she was with Wen Yi, and she was never coquettish.

"During your menstrual period, don't dip in cold water." Ye Qinghe pushed Wen Yi by the sink away, and said coldly.

Wen Yi wanted to say that hot water was used, but seeing Ye Qinghe began to tidy up the house skillfully, the corners of her lips twitched, and she didn't speak again.

Obviously Ye Qinghe is good at doing housework, but why hasn't the house been cleaned after coming back for so long.

Wen Yi went upstairs and found that the bed in Ye Qinghe's bedroom was not made.She was a little surprised that Ye Qinghe had been sleeping on the sofa for the past few days when he returned to China.

In fact, Ye Qinghe has been sleeping on the sofa all these years.

Wen Yi helped her spread the bed sheet and quilt, looked at Ye Qinghe's bedroom, and there was a group photo of the family of three on the bedside.

Wen Yi picked up the photo frame and looked at Ye Qinghe back then, feeling as if he was forced to go into business, and his young face was still cold with the same coldness for thousands of years.

Wen Yi sighed helplessly, why didn't she notice at that time that the photo of Ye Qinghe and his parents stayed at this moment.Wen Yi's eyes trembled slightly, she put down the photo frame, adjusted her mood, and walked out of the bedroom.

"The room is packed for you, don't sleep on the sofa tonight."

"What about you?" Ye Qinghe looked at Wen Yi and asked casually.

"Miss Ye, of course I'm going to sleep with you." Wen Yi curled her lips and regained her usual charming charm.Like a vixen who wants to be awesome.

A room without heating, do you want to freeze someone to death?Impossible to sleep alone.

"Oh." The corners of Ye Qinghe's lips moved, but there was no wave in his cold eyes.

"Come here." Wen Yi hooked her fingers and said lightly.

"Open your mouth."

"What are you doing?" Ye Qinghe narrowed his eyes, puzzled.

Wen Yi stared at her without anger, Ye Qinghe frowned and opened his mouth, and stuffed the cold thermometer into her mouth ungentlely.

"Hmm." Ye Qinghe's eyes widened, Wen Yi pinched his jaw lightly, and Ye Qinghe frowned unhappily when he met those peach blossom eyes that were always smiling.

"I just touched you a little hot."

"Be good, sit on the sofa and take your temperature."

With a thermometer in his mouth, Ye Qinghe sat down on the sofa with a displeased face. After a while, Wen Yi took a look.

Sure enough, this guy Ye Qinghe succeeded in tossing himself into a fever.

"38 degrees 5."

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感谢在2021-06-1723:07:30~2021-06-2408:40:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 mourning; 1 Chen Yifeng;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 5 in the middle of the summer night; 3 in DetectiveLi; 1 in Qu Suo, Lao Wu, and MiG;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：网友小尚27瓶；Nancy、。10瓶；贰时三5瓶；倩倩每天23334瓶；潜水党、(⊙o⊙)3瓶；L亚、uglazy1瓶；

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