He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

I tried to twist the doorknob, but the door didn't lock back.

Pushing the door in, he saw that Song Zhiyue had fallen asleep, but the light in the room was not turned off.

He turned off the light, and was about to withdraw when he heard Song Zhiyue seem to say something.

He thought that she would not let him turn off the light, so he turned the light on again, but he heard her still talking, in a very small voice, as if talking to herself.

He walked over to the bed and tried to ask her what she was talking about, only to see her eyes closed.

Is that talking in your sleep?

He looked closely, only to see that she seemed to be trembling.

He bent down and probed Song Zhiyue's forehead, there was no fever, but the hand on her forehead clearly felt that she was trembling.

She was still babbling something in her mouth, Feng Chen lowered her head and listened carefully, there was only one word-

Cold.

He opened Song Zhiyue's wardrobe, which was full of clothes and no quilt.

He had no choice but to go back to his room, bring the quilt over, and cover her over herself.

The cold air in autumn water is getting heavier, and the cold will enter the body when it rains, and Song Zhiyue's appearance is obviously a precursor to illness.

When Song Zhiyue took medicine before going upstairs, he was next to him, and when he saw that she even threw away the medicine box, there should be no medicine.

He didn't know where the pharmacy was, so he had to stuff her quilt tightly.

But even so, she still murmured in a low voice: "Cold ......"

Feng Chen went downstairs and brought a kettle up, took a basin, poured hot water into it, and soaked the towel to cover her forehead.

This is a method used to reduce fever, and at the moment she does not have a fever, and he does not know if this method is useful.

I just heard her cry cold, thinking that she would be better if she covered her with hot water.

Song Zhiyue was dazed, as if she smelled the smell of tobacco on the man's body.

Father Song is a non-smoker, and she was in a daze, so she instinctively grabbed Feng Chen's finger and muttered, "I'm so cold, you sleep with me." ”

Feng Chen was slightly stunned, and twitched gently, but he didn't pull his fingers back.

Song Zhiyue pursed her mouth and chirped: "You sleep with me." ”

The light hit her face, her face pale and almost transparent, with a sense of vulnerability.

Feng Chen felt that she was still trembling vigorously as she grabbed her hand.

If she continued like this, she would definitely have a fever in the middle of the night.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Chen took off the towel on her forehead and threw it in the basin next to the bed, took off her shoes and lay down on the quilt.

As soon as he lay down, Song Zhiyue followed his breath and got into his arms.

If it weren't for the fact that she was trembling all over, Feng Chen must have thought that she was deliberately pretending to be close to him like this.

Song Zhiyue hugged his sturdy waist and wrapped around him tightly like a rattan.

She didn't have anything in her pajamas, ***** flesh was pressed against his chest, and he could feel soft even through the clothes.

A man who is about to be thirty years old, except for Song Zhiyue, he has never had another woman, and he only had that time with Song Zhiyue.

Every man's body has an instinctive desire, which is the so-called physiological need.

At this moment, he is holding a woman, and it is impossible to say that his heart is free of distractions.

There was a feeling of heat in his body, but fortunately, he was extremely controllable and quickly pressed down.

After a while, Song Zhiyue stopped shivering, and the whole person fell asleep.

He tried to get up, but her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.