His gaze moved slightly, and he swept the trash can to the side.
Suddenly, Bo Qichen's face froze, and his black eyes narrowed dangerously in the next second.
The seventh master, who has a habit of cleanliness, stretched out a finger without disgust and hooked out the gauze.
The heavy smell of blood filled the tip of his nose, Bo Qichen frowned, and threw it back casually, his eyes fell on someone on the bed, and there were extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.
After hesitating for a second, he reached out and lifted the quilt from someone's body.
Yan Yanqi turned her back to Bo Qichen, held her knees with both hands, curled up on the bed, she was wearing a black short T and black shorts, compared with the white sheets, she was inexplicably dazzling, especially the impact of the burgundy hair falling on the white pillow.
For the first time, Bo Qichen felt that the red color on Yan Yanqi's end was very ugly.
It is said that people who habitually curl up when sleeping are insecure people "Little Seven" Bo Qichen's lips moved slightly.
"Someone in bed didn't respond.
"Words seven," Bo Qichen shouted again with some impatience.
"Don't move.
All of a sudden, the air was quiet, Bo Qichen didn't seem to be able to hear Yan Yanqi's breathing, as if he realized that something was wrong, Bo Qichen knelt on the bed on one knee, and then leaned forward, and a shadow instantly shrouded Yan Yanqi's surroundings.
Bo Qichen propped one hand on the side of her head, looking at someone with his face buried in his chest, he raised his other hand, stretched out his index finger, and then poked her forehead and pushed her head to the other side.
Yan Yanqi's head moved slightly, and his slightly long bangs shook.
Bo Qichen's fingers inadvertently swept under her nose, and the hot temperature quickly swept past her fingertips Suddenly, Bo Qichen's body stiffened, and the next second he came back to his senses, he raised his hand to lift Yan Yanqi's bangs, and then the warm palm covered her forehead.
The scalding was unexpectedly hot.
Bo Qichen quickly withdrew his hand, glanced down at Yan Yanqi, he got out of bed, and then pressed the inner line and called the doctor.
Sitting on the sofa in front of the window, Bo Qichen looked at the young man on the bed from a distance, pursed his lips, and didn't know what he was thinking.
The quilt on Yan Yanqi's body had been covered by Bo Qichen, she showed her head, her lips were tightly pursed, and her face was pale and unspeakable.
At this moment, she is in stark contrast to her who was alive and like to talk nonsense yesterday.
Bo Qichen was inexplicably a little irritable, why didn't the doctor come and didn't want to do it Also, she was in such a poor physique that she stood for less than an hour, and she had a fever, which was really a sick seedling "Seventh Master."
The door was pushed open, and Ouyang Zuo walked in, yawning as he walked in.
"I heard that Xiao Qi is sick" Ouyang Zuo glanced at someone who was motionless on the bed, his brows furrowed slightly, when he just went downstairs, he didn't see the seventh master or Yan Yanqi, and heard a servant say that the seventh master was in Yan Yanqi's room, and just now he asked them to notify the family doctor to hurry to Yan Yanqi's room.
So, he went up and took a look.
"Hmm."
In response, Bo Qichen's eyes involuntarily glanced at the young man on the bed again, his lips squirmed slightly, and he added: "I have a fever." ”: