Are you dating online, miss?

He Lu picked up the phone, flipped the screen to the opposite side, pointed at it with bluff and said, "I haven't spoken yet, why are you voting?"

Mo Yiyi smiled, and calmly asked: "Isn't it? If not, has your Lily Literary Authorization asked the deity me?"

He Lu pursed his lips: "..."

"—But you have written everything, and I don't care about it generously."

He Lu: "..." Why did you do... I regret it.

"Just one."

He Lu was weak and whispered, "What do you want?"

The corner of Mo Yiyi's mouth raised slightly, as if looking into her eyes, He Lu's heartbeat speeded up spinelessly.

"Just give yourself to me."

"..."

Long live!

Tease me like this in broad daylight!

He Lu blushed again.

Also, what does "give yourself to me" mean?In romance novels, the male protagonist often has such lines, "I want you", usually this sentence means driving...

!!!

He Lu was blushing, while thinking about it, could it be that what Fei Yiyi meant...was that?

"Too fast... lah." He Lu lowered his head, his voice was thin, as small as a mosquito chirping, "And I, I won't... from now on, teach me..."

Her face was red, like a freshly ripened tomato, and she was shy, which Mo Yiyi could understand.

But what's with the embarrassment mixed in that expression?

"I won't" "You teach me"?

Mo Yiyi asked: "What are you talking about?"

"?!"

He Lu came back to his senses in an instant, it turned out that she didn't mean that, on the contrary, it was herself...

She blushed with shame and shook her head again and again: "No, it's nothing."

It's fine if you don't explain, but when you explain, you stutter, and with the weird blush on your face, Mo Yiyi understands it.

She burst out laughing, and the laughter spread in the large and empty restaurant, hitting He Lu's eardrum lightly and heavily, her thin-skinned, blushing little appearance would shrink back if there was a shell.

"Don't worry." Mo Yiyi suppressed a smile.

He Lu: "..."

Choking, I'm really in no rush.

After breakfast, He Lu thought about walking casually in this small town with Mo Yiyi.

The city is not big, and the places with high playfulness are natural scenic spots. The urban area is really not interesting, but for the two of them, they are happy to sit together casually and look at each other.

Walking out of the restaurant, the two were originally side by side, He Lu stretched out his hand, gently put it on Mo Yiyi's arm, and hooked it.

Mo Yiyi paused, turned around, He Lu pursed his lips, and smiled shyly.

Mo Yiyi didn't say anything, just patted the back of his arm with his other hand.

But unexpectedly felt that the temperature under the fingertips was a bit high.

She stood still, tilting her head to look carefully at He Lu's complexion, the flush that she thought was due to shyness looked suspicious.

He Lu looked at her, puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Mo Yiyi directly stretched out his hand, and put the back of his hand against her forehead, slightly cool, touched her forehead which was warmer than usual, and then put his own forehead for comparison. One was higher than the other, and he couldn't help frowning: "The temperature is a bit high, Are you uncomfortable?"

"Ah, will it be?"

He Lu was slightly startled, touched his forehead by himself, followed Mo Yiyi's example and touched her again, it seemed a little high.

The matter of being comfortable or not is very metaphysical. If you think it’s okay, it’s nothing. Once you feel that something is wrong, that place will be more and more wrong for you to see.

He Lu first felt that the temperature on his forehead was a little high, and now he began to feel dizzy, and his body seemed to be a little weak and sore. She clutched her forehead: "I seem to have a fever..."

"Go to the hospital first." Mo Yiyi's hand slid down to hold her.

"But..." He Lu was depressed, "I'm going back at night. In the afternoon..."

The return flight was scheduled in the evening, and when I thought about the possibility of being abandoned in the hospital in the afternoon, it was wrong to say that it was abandoned, and it was right to see a doctor if I felt uncomfortable.

It's just that I feel a little wronged in my heart, no matter what, it's the first day we're together.

Mo Yiyi pointed and flicked her forehead: "What are you thinking, of course the body is important."

He Lu covered his head, sighed, and was dragged into the car by her. There were not many cars in the small city, and he drove all the way to the local second-class hospital.

Register and take your temperature.

10 minute later.

"38 degrees 3." Mo Yiyi took the thermometer from He Lu and took a look before handing it to the doctor.

She glanced at the surprised He Lu, half helpless and half amused: "Lu Lu, did you have a fever and didn't even realize it?"

An old doctor was sitting in the consultation. He took a thermometer and looked at it, then shook it and put it back in the box.

His old god said: "I didn't realize that I had a fever, it's nothing, and the little girl didn't even know she was pregnant."

Mo Yiyi: "..."

He Lu: "..."

He Lu felt that he had something to say: "No, I just felt a little unwell. I thought it was the normal weakness and discomfort after staying up late writing essays, so I didn't think about having a fever."

When it was mentioned that she stayed up late to write essays, Mo Yiyi looked at her with distressed eyes. This child really doesn't take her body seriously.

She nodded He Lu's shoulder, and when she raised her head, she lowered her head and whispered in her ear: "If you stay up late to write, I will be angry with you, very serious."

"..."

Who am I doing this for.

He Lu was aggrieved and nodded.

The old doctor asked about the symptoms, and then asked if he had caught a cold in the past few days.

He Lu snorted: "It was raining yesterday and I didn't have an umbrella. I was drenched in the rain for a while, so maybe I caught a cold at that time."

The old doctor nodded, facing the semi-old computer, typing slowly on the keyboard, and finally typed the benefit order and handed it to Mo Yiyi.

After paying the bills and getting the medicine, Mo Yiyi made a special trip back to ask the doctor for a ward.

Hospitals in small cities are better at this point. The beds are not as tight as in big cities. Doctors can meet the needs, so they opened a hospital bed and arranged for He Lu to lie down, which is more comfortable than sitting for infusion.

She couldn't tell whether it was the fever that took a long time to get worse, or He Lu's psychological reasons. She lay on the bed, and gradually felt dizzy.

Her consciousness was not very clear, but she felt relieved to see Mo Yiyi standing beside the bed.

When the IV was put on, there was no heating in the hospital, and the cold liquid medicine was injected into the blood vessels, making my hands cold.

Mo Yiyi held her hand and wanted to buy her a warm handbag.

He Lu refused: "In a few hours, I'm going back to Beijing, so stay with me for a while, it's normal for your hands to get cold after the infusion, just warm it up after the infusion."

Mo Yiyi had no choice but to follow her as his hand was pulled.

She also has a cool physique, and her hands are not very warm, so she switched hands to warm He Lu.

At this time, Mo Yiyi was sitting by the bed, looking down at He Lu who was lying on the bed safely——

Covered with a white quilt, revealing a small face, blinking, eyes like a newborn deer.

Suddenly, this picture seemed familiar.

"What are you thinking?" He Lu asked softly.

Mo Yiyi switched hands and said in a low voice: "I think, have I met you before, have you?"

It's okay if you don't mention it, but if you mention He Lu, you will feel wronged.

She was the only one who remembered the coincidence in Dali that time, and she originally planned to swallow it back by herself, but now that the relationship between the two is different, she planned to take it out and talk about it.

He Lu glanced at her faintly: "Yes."

Mo Yiyi raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"In Dali..." He Lu didn't give up, and only half-spoken.

"Then?"

"And then it's gone." He Lu turned his head, annoyed.

The waist was poked suddenly.

"What's wrong with Dali, tell me."

He Lu was unmoved and did not turn his head back.

"You got mad at me on the first day?"

The person who passed by was motionless, but his ears moved.

"Every love anniversary in the future, when I think back to this day, I will think of it."

There was a small lump in He Lu's heart, sore and soft, and he wanted to remind her of his self-willedness, but because of the "backward" in the words, a little bit of sweetness appeared uncontrollably.

I'm so spineless.

He Lu spit on himself, and turned his head slowly.

"Oh, as you said, later."

Mo Yiyi leaned forward, lowered his head, and stretched out his hand to smooth the broken hair on her forehead.

He Lu is really suitable for laughing, his eyebrows and eyes are curved, and the lines of his face are naturally and softly affected.In winter, there were only the two of them in the small ward, and this smile seemed to breathe a wave of warmth into it.

Mo Yiyi nodded: "Yes, I said so."

Then I'll be more generous and don't hold on to the past.

He Lu prepared himself mentally and smiled even sweeter.

Seeing this, Mo Yiyi couldn't help laughing too, reaching out to caress her face.

Falling in love with a straight girl seems to be a curse given to her by God.

She is an ordinary person and cannot see through the will of God, but as long as He Lu says there is a future, she will believe it.