Zhou Mo was still confused and didn't know his mouth.

But the words were firmly heard in Han Chen's ears.

"Why?" Han Chen changed.

"You are so annoying... I'm irritated all the time..."

"Why are you irritated?"

"The headache is so painful," Zhou Mo rubbed his temples, "It's just annoying, it's so annoying. The more I miss you, the more annoying you."

Han Chen was stunned and did not react for a moment what Zhou Mo said about "missing you".

"Why do you miss me?"

"You're not here."

Han Chen felt relieved and chuckled: "If you don't have me, do you miss me?"

"You miss you too."

Han Chen smiled, "Oh? What do you miss me?"

"It's obviously pretty, but I'm poor and stingy."

Han Chen frowned: "Where am I stingy?"

"Stingy." Zhou Mo cursed, not answering Han Chen's words.

Han Chenwu understood what Zhou Mo said about "stingy guy" means.

He wanted to ask clearly, but Zhou Mo was already slightly relieved.

I'm afraid I can never find the answer to this question again.

However, they still have time to find it slowly.

At worst, I will get Zhou Mo drunk next time and ask again.

Anyway, Zhou Mo's alcohol tolerance is not good.

An hour later, Zhou Mo was sweating again. The shirt she was wearing was already fainting from sweat stains on her abdomen.

Han Chen took a towel and helped Zhou Mo dry the sweat on her face and neck. He then applied alcohol to her forehead, palms, soles of feet, and arms to physically cool it down, but Zhou Mo was still burning.

Han Chen turned around and went to find the thermometer again, shook it and wanted to pinch it under her armpit.

After realizing something, he stopped, dipped gauze with alcohol, and first disinfected the thermometer.

Unbuttoned a few buttons on the front of Zhou Mo, he pulled apart the collar of his clothes, and the white strapless breast inside exposed the gauze edge. His ears became hot. He quickly spread Zhou Mo's arms, put the thermometer in, and closed Zhou Mo's collar of his clothes again.

Ten minutes later, he took it out.

The temperature is thirty-eight degrees five.

Han Chen was holding the thermometer and couldn't help but worry.

He suddenly regretted taking Zhou Mo home, so he should have sent her to the hospital directly.

I felt really tormented. Although I was just a careful fever, it made him a doctor uneasy.

If it were him, he would definitely not go to the hospital.

But if it were Zhou Mo, he wouldn't even be confident.

After thinking about it, he called his colleague in the emergency room, asked about the situation, and repeatedly confirmed it.

The colleague in the emergency department was annoyed, "If you don't worry, take her to the hospital."

Han Chen: "She is afraid of getting an injection."

Colleague: "…How old are you?"

Han Chen: "..."

The colleague complained: "Are you sure you are your girlfriend? You should be a girl, how old is it."

Han Chen had a black face: "...I'm dead."

He put away the phone and planned to observe again. If the fever has not subsided, he will take Zhou Mo to the hospital.

at night.

In order to facilitate the care of Zhou Mo, he simply lie down with his clothes and lies beside Zhou Mo.

At first he felt it was inappropriate, but Zhou Mo was about to find out and he would be angry.

But then I thought about it and I got the certificate, so it would be better to lie on the bed and sleep?

But when he was lying down, his head couldn't help it. Many things emerged and he began to think randomly.

The person around her is her, the breath around her also belongs to her, and the temperature beside her is still her...

Han Chen turned over and lie on his side, facing Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo also lay on his side, but his back was facing him.

Han Chen stretched out his long arm and straightened Zhou Mo's shoulders, letting her lie on her back, and then he then made her face to face him.

Zhou Mo was like a robot throughout the process, at the mercy of others.

Han Chen smiled with satisfaction, put his forehead against Zhou Mo's forehead, raised his jaw, and kissed Zhou Mo's forehead gently.

Her forehead was hotter than his lips.

Zhou Mo seemed very uncomfortable when someone touched her, and she turned over and lay down.

Han Chen had no choice but to take the ice bag again, wrap it in a towel, and buckle it on Zhou Mo's forehead, turning the ice bag over from time to time.

After struggling until after three o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhou Mo's symptoms of fever finally improved.

Han Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This also counts the retribution he suffered from last time he was drunk and caused Zhou Mo to take care of him.

At this time, he was tortured, holding a towel in his hand, lying on his side beside Zhou Mo, and fell asleep in a daze.

early morning.

The first ray of sunlight shines into the house through the veil, and the shadows are slim.

Zhou Mo was awakened by the dazzling light, her misty eyes opened, and the unfamiliar environment made her suddenly open her eyes.

Where is this?

When Zhou Guang saw the person beside him, Zhou Mo immediately turned over and sat up, and saw the man with his back facing her, one meter away from her, and only one yard lying on the edge of the bed.

Zhou Mo immediately recovered his memory.

But seeing Han Chen so far away from her, she felt a little uncomfortable.

She is not a beast, she is deliberately staying so far away when she sleeps in a bed. Who can she disgust?

Turning over and getting out of bed, she went to the bathroom.

The bathroom is a sliding door. When she pulls the door, she deliberately makes a loud noise.

Han Chen was awakened and turned back reflexively.

"Momo, you wake up, how do you feel..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, but he still woke up like a dream.

Zhou Mo closed the door with a "bang" and interrupted Han Chen's subsequent greetings.

Han Chen was confused.

Obviously, Zhou Mo was angry.

But he couldn't find where Zhou Mo was angry.

I thought it was the anger accumulated by Zhou Mo before, but the fire has not yet been quenched.

He gently buckled the bathroom door twice.

Zhou Mo's angry voice came from the door: "What are you doing? You have to use the bathroom, there is something outside."

Han Chen was helpless, and Zhou Mo really didn't treat himself as an outsider.

But that's pretty good.

"Are you still feeling bad?" he asked.

“It’s uncomfortable.”

Han Chen tightened, "Where is the pain? Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Zhou Mo said: "I feel uncomfortable when I see you."

Han Chen chuckled, Zhou Mo was talking angry.

"That's not what you said last night."

"Last night?" Zhou Mo was puzzled, "What did I say last night?"
To be continued...