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Qingyan's hand was locked by Zhan Linghan, and she lay on Zhan Linghan, not knowing whether Zhan Linghan really woke up.

"Are you thirsty? I'll help you pour water. You have to drink more water so that the fever will subside."

"Well..." Zhan Linghan let out a low moan, and he seemed to have heard Qingyan's words.

Qingyan noticed that Zhan Linghan had let go of her hand, so she got up and poured another glass of water. Qingyan walked to the bed and wanted to help Zhan Linghan get up and drink water, but Zhan Linghan lay on the bed but did not move.

"Ling Han, I will help you get up and drink water."

Qingyan reached out to help Zhan Linghan get up, and Zhan Linghan said with a dull voice:

"How did you feed me just now, and now you also feed me."

Qingyan: "..." Sure enough, when she was feeding Zhan Linghan and drinking water, Zhan Linghan had already woken up.

According to Zhan Linghan's words, Qingyan poured the water into her mouth, and when the water became warm, she then crossed it to Zhan Linghan's mouth.

Zhan Linghan lay on the bed, drinking the water that Qingyan fed him.

"Actually you can drink it yourself." Qingyan whispered when she left Zhan Linghan's lips.

"You've fed it, it's very sweet." His throat became moist, and Zhan Linghan's voice was not that dry.

Qingyan's face immediately became hot when she heard his words.

"Do you still want to drink water? I'll pour it again."

Zhan Linghan shook his head and said, "Lying beside me."

Qingyan put down the water cup, she took off her shoes, socks and coat, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay beside Zhan Linghan.

"So far away from me? I'm afraid the germs on my body will come to you?" Zhan Linghan spoke again, Qingyan lay beside him, half an arm wide away from him.

"I'm not warm yet. I'm afraid that my cold will pass by you. Ling Han, wait a moment."

Qingyan turned her voice and said to him with her strange eyes.

Zhan Linghan opened his eyes and watched the girl's eyes shine in the darkness.

For a moment, warmth surged into his heart.

He fell asleep just now. Although he was sleeping heavily, he felt uncomfortable all over. His consciousness was very unstable.

However, when Qingyan came to him, he felt a warm feeling like a warm sun wrapped around him, and he finally calmed down.

Qingyan stayed in the quilt for a while, and after she warmed herself up, she took the initiative to move towards Zhan Linghan.

The girl got into his arms and covered Zhan Linghan's forehead with one hand.

Zhan Linghan's forehead was very hot, and he was still getting hot.

"Ling Han, can I cover your forehead with a hot towel?"

"Don't..." the boy murmured.

"You can't reduce your fever like this." Qingyan said with concern.

"You just cover it with your hands, so I will feel more comfortable." Zhan Linghan said, and Qingyan's palm did not move away from his forehead.

Qingyan leaned into his arms, Zhan Linghan's body was also very hot, and she couldn't help but rub his body.

"What are you doing?" the boy asked in a low voice.

"Let your body be warmer." At this point, Qingyan retreated from his arms again.

"I'd better bring you a hot towel. Your body is wet. If your body doesn't keep it dry, your fever will still not go away."

In order not to let Zhan Linghan catch a cold in the wind, Qingyan slowly moved out of the quilt, moved to the edge of the quilt before she lifted a corner of the quilt and crawled out.

Qingyan is still very persistent in Zhan Linghan's physical condition. Zhan Linghan could only close his eyes and sigh in his heart.

Qingyan used a warmer to burn the towel, put the dry hot towel into the quilt, and wiped Zhan Linghan's body.
Chapter completed!