The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

The fever is so severe all of a sudden. Do you need to go to the hospital?

Sang Jian supported him hard and helped him to the sofa.

He Qingfeng let her control him without saying a word.

It's been a while since he went upstairs. Sang Jian was still down there just now, listening to what the program crew said for a long time.

In just a short while, he became like this.

Even if you deliberately take a cold shower to catch yourself a cold, you won't have a fever so quickly, right?

She was puzzled and threw He Qingfeng on the sofa.

I thought he would fall asleep quietly, but I didn't expect that He Qingfeng's arms were holding his waist very tightly, with no intention of letting go.

Throwing him onto the sofa, she was held in his arms uncontrollably.

Sangjian lay on top of him and whispered into his ear, You can't keep holding me like this. I have to go out and ask someone to find a doctor for you.

He Qingfeng: ...

His arms holding Sanmi relaxed.

Sang Jian got up from his arms and asked, Can you lie down for a while?

She confessed, regardless of whether He Qingfeng could do it or not, she turned around and prepared to leave.

The next second, her wrist was tightly grasped by a big hand.

Sang...Sang...

A hoarse and low voice came from his mouth, with a tone that was not He Qingfeng's.

Two simple words, his tone was like a child just learning to speak, pronouncing it word by word.

Sounds weird.

Sang Jian trembled all over and froze on the spot, even his pupils shrank.

What did he call himself?

These two words have been called by many people before, but the first time I heard such a strange tone came from the mouth of He Qingfeng, who had always called her Senior Sang.

Is he still He Qingfeng now?

So what exactly happened? Did you actually... make him conscious?

Sang Jian turned around and looked at He Qingfeng. She squatted beside the sofa, holding his hand tightly with both hands, staring at him, I'm here.

How are you?

Hot. He Qingfeng stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and uttered this word in the same strange-sounding tone.

Because of the fever, his handsome face was flushed, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were dull at the moment, as if his brain had a short-circuit.

Sang Jian: ...

This word made her realize something.

Could this guy's brain be short-circuited because he ate hot food?

In the previous world, he would control himself and never eat food that was too hot.

But just now... in order to compete with Tang Ge for food, he ate the freshly cooked dishes without any hesitation.

And then it became like this?

I remember that in a certain world, he seemed to have said that he would feel uncomfortable if he ate food that was too hot. In severe cases, he would have vomiting and diarrhea and be sent to the hospital.

She was negligent.

Today was the first time I saw the side effects of eating hot food.

But...it was uncomfortable, why did she feel that He Qingfeng didn't look like He Qingfeng now.

Sang Jian stared at him for a while, then suddenly leaned into his ear and asked in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them: Quan Gu, is that you?

He Qingfeng: ...

I don't know what to say, my mind is blank and about to be burned out.

Seeing his stupid expression, Sanjian took a deep breath and stood up to find something to cool him down.

But as soon as she stood up, the other party seemed to be aware of her intention and tightly held her wrist, preventing her from going.