High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 404 Taking care of the sick Xia Dian (1)

The color of the room is simple, and there is no other girlish heart.

Of course, there is nothing else to show about the characteristics of the teenager...

Yang Moyan raised his eyebrows slightly, and then gently put down the boy.

As soon as the boy's figure was put on the big white and soft bed, Yang Moyan hadn't straightened up when his collar button was grabbed by the boy's hand.

With that force, it was pulled very tightly.

This made Yang Moyan startled.

Looking at the boy's face, he realized that the boy's brows were wrinkled.

When I reached out to touch it, my forehead was still hot.

Her eyelashes kept blinking, but she just didn't open her eyes.

From the analysis of the young man's face, Yang Moyan knew clearly that the young man fell asleep again.

Just very restless sleep.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to pull him so tightly.

"I'm not going," he said in a low voice, his voice was light, but soft and warm, and it slowly drifted into the young man's ears, "You haven't had a fever yet, I'll go get a towel and I'll be right back."

I don't know if it was because of the soothing effect brought by the voice, but the boy's grip finally loosened a bit.

It was also at this time that Yang Moyan took the opportunity to stand up straight.

He glanced at the boy on the big bed again, stretched out his hand to cover the boy with a quilt, tucked in the corners of the quilt, and then walked into the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom.

In less than a minute, Yang Moyan came back.

In his hand was a roll of towels.

The towel is in a state of being soaked in water, with a little warmth.

Yang Moyan directly covered Lin Zhaoxia's forehead, intending to temporarily cool down physically.

Because Lin Zhaoxia was still in a high temperature state, it was not safe for Lin Zhaoxia to fall asleep.

The brows were tightly furrowed, and a white and tender face was glowing sickly red, and the pale pink lips in the past were extremely pale at this time, without a trace of blood.

As soon as the towel was covered on the boy's head, the effect was almost immediate.

Lin Zhaoxia's previously tightly locked brows relaxed a little, and she seemed to be much more peaceful in her sleep.

Yang Moyan didn't leave, and after putting the towel on Lin Zhaoxia's forehead, he kept standing by the bed.

Seeing Lin Zhaoxia finally felt a little more comfortable, and her pair of heavy eyes finally got better.

In less than a moment, he turned over the towel on the boy's forehead, and he didn't know how long it took to go back and forth like this.

During the period, Yang Moyan also washed the towel again.

When he touched the young man's forehead, the temperature that was originally high was finally not so hot.

This made Yang Moyan's lips curl up again, with a little smile.

When I checked the time, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Moyan stood there and thought for a while, then walked out of Lin Zhaoxia's bedroom and went to the small kitchen.

Originally, I wanted to cook some milder dishes for the boy, so as not to make the boy cry when he got up.

As a result, as soon as he entered the extremely clean kitchen, which seemed to have never been patronized by anyone, Yang Moyan's thoughts immediately subsided.

Looking through the refrigerator, let alone vegetables, there is not even some instant food.

What you can see are some instant noodles in colorful packaging.

He couldn't help but touch his forehead.

I was thinking in my mind, what exactly does this boy usually eat?
Is this just junk food?

It's the kind that really doesn't take care of itself at all.

After spending a long time in the kitchen, Yang Moyan finally gave up.

He stepped out again, returned to Lin Zhaoxia's room, picked up his mobile phone from the bedside, and made a call.

(End of this chapter)