Chapter 128 Infection
But her body was too hot.
Coupled with being dazed and trying to hold the 'ice spring' in front of him with both hands, the man reacted physiologically, but he was not a beast and would not act in such a situation. Bullying her, seeing her uncomfortable look, he could only pat her back comfortingly, regretting scaring her that night.
She is too pure.
In the latter half of the night, wait until Meng Ying fell asleep a little more soundly.
Liang Jincong got up and went to the bathroom to relieve his uncontrollable desire. After taking a cold shower, he came back and continued to hold her.
Meng Ying felt much more comfortable sleeping in the middle of the night after feeling there was an 'ice spring' beside her.
When he opened his eyes in the morning, he was not surprised to see Liang Jincong lying next to him.
She did not object to skin-to-skin contact with him, but she was afraid of his indifferent and playful look that day.
This made her feel that Liang Jincong looked at her the same way those young men looked at her. She was naked, playing with, and putting a price on her, as if she could use it at any time and throw it away as a toy to vent his desires.
Throwing it aside after venting is like throwing away trash.
That was also the first time Meng Ying saw this gentle gentleman man showing his sinister side.
Also, crazy.
When she woke up in the morning, she felt much better.
My body feels lighter than yesterday.
After getting out of bed, my steps were still weak.
After lying in bed for a long time, even if you are not sick, your steps will be weak and you will not adapt to walking on land. It is like turning on the phone to eat. For the past three days, she has been dizzy from the fever. The bathroom was a few steps away, and she walked for a few minutes.
Meng Ying just stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes.
Liang Jincong woke up and realized that the seat next to her was empty. He immediately sat up. He first called out, "Meng Ying" and then immediately got out of bed and walked to the door of the ward, preparing for the bodyguard to come find her. whereabouts.
A woman's voice came softly from the direction of the bathroom.
A soft voice, + "I'm here."
Liang Jincong walked over in a few steps, the man's figure engraved on the frosted glass, "Do you need my help?"
"No, I It’ll be fine soon.”
After another two minutes, Meng Ying walked out.
She had an antipyretic patch on her forehead.
Cheeks are red.
The eyes are also red.
But she was in good spirits. Liang Jincong put his hand on her cheek and felt that she seemed to be getting better. He picked her up and put her on the sofa. Seeing that she had no shoes on her feet, he bent down to help her change them. superior.
Meng Ying sat on the sofa, not expecting that she would help her put on her shoes.
Her feet subconsciously retracted first, and then were caught by the man's palm, and the finger bones and fingertips rubbed against the tattoo on her ankle.
Light pink slippers.
It has a fluffy rabbit embroidered on it.
His squatting posture.
The clothes he wore were a black shirt that he hadn’t changed all night. Because he had just woken up, a few buttons on the collar were loose. You could clearly see the bottom of his collarbone as he bent over. Wear a white patch.
Thinking of his actions yesterday.
Meng Ying pursed her lips gently.
The slender fingers slowly placed under his collarbone, at the location of the wound. The palms of his hands were warm and close to each other, and I felt the muscles in his chest tighten, "Actually, you don't have to do this. ”
Liang Jincong grabbed her hand and asked her to continue pressing it in this position.
To be precise, it’s stickers.
“It’s my fault, let’s consider it my punishment for myself.”
Looking at her burned and red cheeks, her pupils lost their former glory. He sat on the edge of the sofa, opened the medicine box on the coffee table, and took out a tube of ointment, Jingwanhong, which was most effective in treating burns.
With one hand, he unbuttoned three of her buttons.
When her fingertips touched, she felt her skin tremble.
The ointment slowly melts on the fingertips.
Meng Ying knew that he was going to give herself medicine, so she didn't move while lying on the sofa. In fact, there was no more pain, but it hurt mentally when she thought about it, and she couldn't help but bite her lip.
Close your eyes. The air made her exposed skin tremble slightly.
But the next second, instead of the warm and cool touch of the ointment, what greeted her was the man's lips, which were pressed against her burnt area, and he pecked her gently a few times. Ying opened her eyes suddenly, her eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
She said this.
Let Liang Jincong's movements deepen.
The burnt area was slightly hot, higher than the temperature of her skin.
It seems like all the blood in the body is flowing here.
Meng Ying's fingers grasped his short hair. She didn't have any strength in her palm, so she didn't push his head. She just felt that his short hair was a little prickly and pricked her skin, but his lips were very cold. Soft, seems to be more useful than Jing Wanhong.
He was very attentive and knew that she was injured. He didn’t bite her, just kissed her. There was a serious blister in one place. He had prescribed medicine for it yesterday. Now he avoided this spot and touched it lightly with his lips and tongue. After a few times, it was crushed slightly.
Hear the sound of Meng Ying's breathing getting heavier.
Both of them were a little lost.
Liang Jincong then helped her re-apply the medicine and button the buttons.
When he lowered his head again, he kissed her lips.
Her lips were very dry, with a layer of dry skin on them, not as soft and elastic as usual.
Meng Ying was a little dizzy from being kissed.
I was already dizzy.
Turn your face sideways and hug his head, your cheeks red, "I, I have a fever. Don't infect you."
"Then infect me."
Liang Jincong Didn't let go of her.
“No.” Meng Ying was still awake and not dizzy from being kissed, “Who would want to get sick?”
She just wants to get well soon and return to the set.
How come there are still people who actively want to get sick?
Liang Jincong just kissed her, knowing that she looked weak now. After kissing for a while, he hugged her and put her on the bed, covering her with a quilt to let her rest. He looked at her pale and dry lips that were shining brightly at the moment. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek against her forehead to feel her warmth.
Meng Ying really couldn't help but avoid it this time.
The slight stubble on his chin is prickly.
In the past two days, he probably didn't shave or take care of himself. He had been in the ward.
Meng Ying really felt uncomfortable.
Raise your hand to block his chin, only allowing his face to touch your cheek.
Liang Jincong just smiled, his stubble gently rubbing against the woman's palm.
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Liang Jincong had a fever in the afternoon.
He felt uncomfortable while handling emails. The doctor came to take his temperature and found it was 38.2 degrees, and he was given an infusion immediately. He did not leave the ward, but just lay on the sofa and ordered Xu Hui and Zhao Yang to go to the airport to pick up Song Qi and the Song family's mother and daughter.
Meng Ying felt much better in the afternoon.
When I took my temperature, it was already around 37.5 degrees.
Down.
She patted the bed, "How about I give you this to sleep on."
Liang Jincong was lying on the sofa, covered with a blanket. The hospital bed was very small. In terms of comfort, it was not as good as the sofa, but the sofa was short. A few, the man is too tall and can only curl up his legs.
Looks extremely uncomfortable.
Meng Ying got out of bed and walked over. She felt that her body was too light and she said sincerely, "Go and lie down on the bed. It's not comfortable to sleep like this."
Liang Jincong wanted to hold on. He sat up with his arms crossed, but felt a little weak.
His voice was hoarse, "Stay away from me, don't make your cold worse."
Meng Ying whispered, "Whoever asked you to kiss me, I told you it would be contagious."
“What did you say.”
“I said you deserve it!” After saying this, Meng Ying immediately took a few steps back.
But Liang Jincong obviously had no intention of getting up. Just lying on the sofa, a faint smile escaped from her throat, watching her move as nimbly as a rabbit that had recovered from illness, "Well, I deserve it, so, have you calmed down?"