Xiao Yihan got out of bed gently, walked to the door of the room, took a deep breath, and slammed the door open.
The corridor outside the door was pitch black, and he didn't see anything, but he had just heard a sound coming from outside the door, and the sound was very loud, like the sound of a heavy object falling, could it be the movement in his mother's room Xiao Yihan's heart suddenly lifted, and he raised his feet and walked towards the opposite room.
But as soon as he took two steps, he tripped over something under his feet, and he stumbled and almost pounced.
Xiao Yihan stood up straight, and looked down at the faint light outside the window.
I saw the willow curled up in a ball, slumped on the floor of the door, not moving.
There was not a trace of blood on his face, it was exactly like a dead man.
Xiao Yihan's heart sank, he came back to his senses slightly, only took two steps closer, kicked Yang Liu's body with his foot, and said angrily: "What are you doing lying on the ground?"
However, the willow on the ground did not react at all, and still maintained the posture of falling and lay there, without moving.
Xiao Yihan's heart throbbed, he quickly squatted down and touched her forehead with his hand, it was very hot, it seemed that she was having a high fever.
Xiao Yihan picked her up, walked back to his bedroom quickly, gently put her on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.
Willow slept there groggy, her face flushed, her lips blistered, and her hand swollen from the door.
Xiao Yihan stood there and stared at her for a while, then quickly went downstairs, walked to the door of Lan Lan's room, and knocked on the door.
Lan Lan asked sleepily, "Who?"
"You go buy some medicine to reduce fever," Xiao Yihan said outside the door, "Also, bring some ice." ” As soon as Lan Lan heard that he was going to buy medicine, he knew that someone was sick, so he didn't dare to delay and quickly got up from the bed.
He put on a piece of clothing haphazardly, walked out unkempt, took his wallet, and was about to open the door and go out.
Xiao Yihan seemed to think of something again, turned around again, and said to Lan Lan, who was about to open the door: "Also, buy some more disinfectant potion, bandages or something." ” Lan Lan was a little speechless, it seemed that Aunt Xiao had bumped and injured herself, but she didn't dare to ask more, so she agreed, and quickly changed her shoes and went out.
Xiao Yihan returned to the bedroom tiredly, Yang Liu was still lying there motionless, and the two rows of thick eyelashes were hanging down quietly.
Xiao Yihan stood quietly beside the bed like that, carefully looking at the sleeping willows.
Her brow was still tightly locked, and a tear slowly overflowed from the corner of her eye, which made his heart tense.
Lan Lan quickly brought up the ice cubes, pushed open the door of Xiao Yihan's bedroom, walked in, and saw Yang Liu lying on Xiao Yihan's bed, with a slight look of surprise on his face, but he didn't say anything.
She put the medicine and ice pack on the table, then glanced at Xiao Yihan who was standing in front of the windowsill and said, "Brother Xiao, is Sister Yang Liu fever?"
Xiao Yihan stood in front of the window, just lit a cigarette, seemed to think that there was a patient in the room, quickly snuffed it out, glanced back at Lan Lan, nodded and said, "En." ” Lan Lan was silent and was just about to quit, Xiao Yihan suddenly asked again: "When did she come yesterday?"
Lan Lan stopped, turned around and said, "She came here yesterday afternoon, and at that moment I felt that something was wrong with her, as if something was on her mind, Brother Xiao, what happened to Sister Yang Liu?"
"It's nothing, you go make some porridge first."
Xiao Yihan waved his hand at Lan Lan, Lan Lan saw that Xiao Yihan was reluctant to say more, so he didn't ask, closed the door casually and walked out.
Xiao Yihan waited until Lan Lan left, then picked up the medicine, walked to the bed, helped Yang Liu up, and began to feed her the medicine spoonful by spoonful.
Yang Liu was unconscious because he was asleep, just swallowing mechanically.
After a while, she seemed to have a little reaction, muttering something out of her mouth.
At first, Xiao Yihan didn't care, just thought she was talking nonsense under a high fever, but gradually, he heard it clearly, and Yang Liu shouted "Brother Yihan" in his mouth.
Xiao Yihan's hand holding the spoon shook slightly, and the spoonful of medicinal juice was spilled, all splashed on the white sheets.
It was the first time he had heard Yang Liu call him like this, when she was sober, she always called him "Brother Xiao", and now when he heard this somewhat affectionate title, he couldn't help but feel a little in a trance.
She looked quiet in her sleep, and she returned to the girl who sat in front of the door and played the flute, and she looked so pure and green at that time.
It would be nice if time stopped at that time Xiao Yihan put the medicine on the table on the side, took a tissue and gently wiped the corners of her mouth, Yang Liu's lips moved, and then murmured: "Brother Yihan" Xiao Yihan's whole body trembled, and after a moment of panic, he suddenly leaned over and put his lips on hers.
In a high fever, she was unconscious, never responded, just lay there motionless, letting his kiss fall on her lips and forehead.
Then, gradually, she suddenly reacted and began to respond to his kiss, Xiao Yihan faintly felt the burning on her lips, so warm, Xiao Yihan's heart sank, and suddenly she was relieved and slowly left her lips.
"Brother Yihan" Yang Liu seemed to sense his departure, and softly shouted his name, and tears came out at once.
She sobbed softly for a while, then slowly fell back into a deep sleep.
After a long time, Xiao Yihan came back to his senses, his eyes fell on her right hand, and then he picked up the disinfectant water and disinfected the wound on her hand.
Probably the disinfectant was very painful, and as soon as he touched her wound with a cotton swab, he felt her hand tremble slightly, and her brow moved.
After eliminating the poison, Xiao Yihan rubbed some ointment on her and bandaged her with a wound.
At dawn, the crimson on Yang Liu's face finally receded, and his complexion gradually became normal, the fever seemed to have subsided, and his breathing was much more even.
Yang Liu woke up to the smell of porridge, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a bowl of vegetable porridge and a stack of pickled radishes on the table next to her.
At this moment, Yang Liu really felt hungry, she sat up with difficulty, reached out to serve the bowl of porridge, and suddenly found that the bowl of porridge was very delicate and a little familiar.
She quickly looked around the surroundings and found that this was not her rental house, but Xiao Yihan's room, and then she remembered that she seemed to be sick last night, and she was burning all over her body, she only remembered that she wanted to go downstairs to find medicine, but she fell down as soon as she stood up, and then she couldn't think of anything.
Before Yang Liu could come up with a clue, the bedroom door was pushed open.
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