Although she took a hot bath yesterday and drank the ginger brown sugar water that Si Yiyan cooked for her personally, Wen Wenya's body was still sick.

The fever began at three o'clock in the morning, because he shared the bed with Si Yiyan, so he quickly discovered Wen Wenya's physical condition, and hurriedly found a doctor to see her for her.

The doctor said that it was just a cold from the wind, and it would be fine to take a drip for two days, but Wen Wenya hated injections, so she was coquettish and cheating, Si Yiyan had no choice but to let the doctor prescribe medicine, and sent the doctor away.

After taking the medicine, Si Yiyan twisted Wen Pazi again to help her physically reduce fever, because she was weak and weak due to fever, and her brain was groggy, so she fell asleep again.

In a daze, Si Yiyan helped her replace the veil on her forehead from time to time, and also reached out from time to time to test her body temperature, and the warm handkerchief always wiped her exposed skin for her when she was sweaty and sticky.

Gradually, she felt that her body was not so hot, and her head was not so chaotic and heavy, and finally fell asleep.

After sleeping until early in the morning, Wen Wenya subconsciously touched her forehead, and the fever had subsided!

Thinking of Si Yiyan's meticulous and considerate care last night, her heart was full of joy and sweetness, she had never been taken care of like this in two lives.

Wen Wenya wore Si Yiyan's overly long nightgown and dragged slippers out of the room, Si Yiyan was not in the living room, she searched around the house, and finally found him in the kitchen.

He was wearing a dark purple shirt, a noble and beautiful color, which was worn on his body to show dignity and mystery, which made him more and more imposing, and contained a transcendent posture in the plainness.

While talking on the phone, he stirred the porridge in the pot and said: "Every grain of rice has bloomed, and the fragrance has come out, I tasted it, it is soft and sticky, is it okay to top?" ”

Si Yiyan picked up a small porcelain white bowl, filled half a bowl of porridge, and then burned the red bean paste osmanthus nectar that had been mixed before to the fragrant glutinous porridge, and picked up a small spoon and tasted it.

Wen Wenya thought of what she said last night, when she was coquettish, she didn't expect Si Yiyan to really cook sugar porridge for her personally, the unique fragrance of barley wafting in the air, mixed with the sweetness of red bean paste, and the sweetness of osmanthus flowers, her heart suddenly surged with a feeling called moving.

Wen Wenya quietly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, put her little face on his thin and scorching back, and rubbed it lightly twice: "I didn't expect Xia Si Jiu Shao to not only be able to go to the hall, but also enter the kitchen!" It's just a good man. ”

"I only met two of the standards of three good men." Si Yiyan hugged him like this by her, feeling her full attachment to him, stirring the porridge in the pot, afraid that it would be pasted again after a while.

"Which two?" Everyone's understanding of the three good men is different, and Wen Wenya suddenly wondered how he understood.

Si Yiyan replied with a smile: "I can go to the mall and enter the kitchen!" ”

Wen Wenya couldn't help but smile and asked, "What is the other thing that hasn't been done?" ”

"Didn't do it......" Si Yiyan's tone was full of laughter and playfulness, and his tone dragged on for a long time, with a hint of charm, he suddenly turned around, hugged her in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "I can get into bed!" ”

"Stinky rascal!" Wen Wenya couldn't help but slap him, and his face was instantly smeared with rouge, like a blooming hibiscus flower, charming and beautiful, amazingly beautiful.

"Just wait for you to grow up and make the third thing, so that I can be called a good man." Si Yiyan gently kissed the corners of her pale and slightly dry lips, and her tongue slid across her lips with gentle care.

The softness between the lips was sandwiched with a hint of slipperyness, and the dry lips felt moist, and the warm and elegant face was even redder: "Color embryo." ”

Si Yiyan's voice was low, and the more her clear voice seemed low and seductive: "Women's [sexual] blessings are what men value the most...... I value it just as much! ”

Wen Wenya stared at Si Yiyan with hot cheeks.

Si Yiyan saw that she was annoyed, thinking that she was still sick, and didn't continue to tease her, looking at her slightly haggard face, her pale skin was as clean as jade with a hint of pink, and he reached out and gently probed her forehead: "The fever has subsided, and the doctor said that as long as the fever subsides, there will be no major problem." ”

Wen Wenya watched his beautiful eyebrows stretch, and the corners of his lips hooked up a shallow smile, as delicate as a cherry blossom.

Si Yiyan asked in a low voice: "Is there anything uncomfortable, does the head still hurt, yesterday I said that my throat was dry and sore, did I feel more comfortable today?" ”

Si Yiyan thought that last night she was squatting at the door of the Jiayuan Club against the sub-zero temperature and the biting cold wind outside, and her heart shrank for no reason, she was right, he should not hesitate and hesitate, as long as he was open-minded, he could be calm and calm in everything, and Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing color.

Wen Wenya shook her head and said, "It's just that I don't have any strength in my body, and I don't feel anything else!" ”

Si Yiyan couldn't help but put his mind at ease: "If you have a fever and your body is dehydrated, you will feel that you have no strength in your body, just wait for some food and rest for two days." ”

The smile on her face grew wider and wider.

Si Yiyan said again: "The doctor said that you should pay attention to rest, why don't you sleep in bed for a while when you wake up?" ”

Wen Wenya looked at Si Yiyan pitifully, like a child begging for candy: "I'm hungry, I can't sleep, I haven't eaten since last night." ”

Last night, I had a small gathering with Zhou Tianyu and them, because I was worried about Si Yiyan and didn't eat anything, and later was taken to Jiayuan by Si Yiyan, only drank a bowl of ginger brown sugar, and didn't feel how hungry I was, but now I smell the smell of sugar porridge that I haven't seen for a long time, and I feel hungry.

Si Yiyan smiled: "You go out first, I'll make sugar porridge for you, and it will be fine right away." ”

Wen Wenya took advantage of his unpreparedness, came to the stove, and the first thing he saw was the messy and waste porridge in a glass container on the stove, some boiled raw, some boiled paste: "This is ......"

The seemingly simple sugar porridge is not easy to boil, this is what she knew for a long time, and she felt strange just now, how could Si Yiyan listen to other people's telephone guidance to make such a room full of raw sugar porridge, it turned out ...... He had already started boiling, and he had tried again and again.

It seemed that he had been busy for at least three or four hours, and it was estimated that after she fell ill and had a fever yesterday, he began to learn to cook sugar porridge.

Her eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she couldn't help choking: "I asked you to make sugar porridge for me with your own hands, just deliberately teasing you, why are you so stupid!" ”