Chapter 16 (Part 2)

But Zhong Youyou was taken aback and hurried in as if she couldn't care about him.

Zhong Youyou ran over, seeing water on the ground, and two fruit bowls along with it. Qin Yao's lips were dry and skinned, and his mind looked a little fuzzy. She was taken aback, and quickly helped him up and reached out to touch his forehead.

So hot!

This is almost forty degrees hot!

When did you start to have a fever? Didn't you drive over just now, did you feel okay when you talked?

Zhong Youyou hurriedly grabbed his two arms, trying to drag him up.

But Qin Yao was too heavy, she didn't pull him up at once, so she leaned on him, and Shi Zhitang, who was chasing in, stared at her. Shi Zhitang's face turned dark, and he said to the people next to him: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you help her?"

The servants didn't dare to get close, but there was no other way. They helped Zhong Youyou lift Qin Yao up and sent him to Zhong Youyou's room upstairs.

Zhong Youyou touched Qin Yao's forehead again and found that it didn't seem to be as hot as before, but it was still oozing with fine and dense sweat, and I didn't know what was going on.

She said: "Come up with ice cubes and towels."

The servant nodded and went out. After going out, they looked at each other. The young masters of the Qin family, have heard about them for a long time, but they haven't seen him before.

He just poured a cup of boiling water inexplicably and wipe the boiling water on his forehead. In this hot weather, can I keep my forehead from getting hot? Immediately afterward, they were dumbfounded. Before they could react, they saw the young master of the Qin family suddenly faint.

It's not that they said that this is a strong, tall man, dizzy when he says he is dizzy, and only Zhong Youyou believes it.

Zhong Youyou just closed the door, sat down by the bed, and asked: "Did you have a cold? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Were you too embarrassed to call someone over when you are sick?"

Qin Yao opened his eyes, lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and did not speak. He leaned on the small bed, and his pale lip color made him look a bit pitiful.

"..."

Zhong Youyou suddenly felt embarrassed to blame him and blamed herself when she said it.

She said, "Then what should I do, or if you take a rest, you won't move today? I will find you another day?"

Qin Yao's face suddenly changed. Just about to speak, when he saw the Youyou coming over, he hurriedly buried his head, and said dully, "If you want to move, I'll help, I'll be fine it's just sweat."

"Are you sure?" Zhong Youyou asked suspiciously.

Just when the servant brought the ice cube and towel over, she carefully wrapped the ice cube with the towel, pushed Qin Yao down with one hand, held the ice cube with the other hand, and pressed it on his forehead.

I don't know if it was her illusion. After only pressing it for two minutes, the temperature on Qin Yao's forehead dropped quickly...

She felt confused, touched her forehead, and then touched Qin Yao's forehead, only to find that the temperature of Qin Yao's forehead was lower than her own. What's the matter? She quickly removed the ice cube.

"Why isn't your forehead warm anymore?"

Qin Yao also seemed somewhat innocently surprised, and blinked: "Maybe your ice cube method is more useful?"

"..."

Zhong Youyou was speechless for a while, and pulled him up from the bed: "Is there any strength?"

Qin Yao was afraid that she would really not move today, so he hurriedly got out of bed, rolled up his sleeves, deliberately exposed his white and delicate arm lines, circled in front of Zhong Youyou, and lightly picked up her luggage: "What do you think? "

Zhong Youyou touched Qin Yao's forehead again and made sure that he really did not have a fever again, before patting his hands, carrying the two lightest bags, and going downstairs, Qin Yao followed her and moved the things to the trunk of his car.

The two went upstairs and downstairs twice, completely leaving Shi Zhitang behind, and did not notice Shi Zhitang sitting sadly in the living room for a while, seeing that Zhong Youyou hadn't come down to him, he left in a complicated mood.

At this time, everything was loaded into the car, Zhong Youyou just got into the passenger seat, and suddenly remembered something.

"I'll go get the fruit, I washed it for you especially, it's a pity not to eat it."

"Really wash it for me?" Qin Yao was fastening his seat belt, suddenly startled, a little bit unbelievable.

"That's right." Zhong Youyou glanced at him: "If I don't then who will wash it for you? I only made an appointment with you, and I didn't know that Shi Zhitang will come here so suddenly."

After speaking, she jumped out of the car, went to the refrigerator, and put the washed cherries in a small bag. The weather was too hot, and she could eat it in the car later. Before leaving, she glanced at the villa, only to feel very happy.

So, when she jumped into the car, she was still humming.

Seeing Qin Yao still froze, she urged: "What are you doing in a daze, drive?"

Qin Yao stared at her, but repeated: "You washed it for me?"

"That's right." Zhong Youyou opened the fruit box, fresh red and tender cherries, one by one, clean and shiny, she stuffed one into Qin Yao's mouth, urging: "Hurry up, it's too dry."

When the fingertips touched Qin Yao's lips, Qin Yao suddenly stiffened.

He held the cherries and only started chewing for a long time, and slowly he eased from his stiffness.

That kind of feeling is tantamount to having fallen into the darkness, and when he was reluctant to accept his life without her, she suddenly threw down a life-saving straw.

Really washed for him, really washed for him, is it possible that the makeup is also made for him?

Qin Yao was like a child who was suddenly rewarded. He was so surprised that he couldn't find the north, south, east, and west. He burst into ecstasy from the apex of his heart, thumping wildly.

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***These parts were in the translation***

The author has something to say: Qin Yao: I'm so happy

Zhong Youyou: Not promising