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    The expression on Fu Xiyao's face was very light, and his voice came to Xia Xiaoran's ears through the humid air: "What are you doing here alone? Where is Crazy Shao?" He didn't know that his half-smile was not a smile  The tone of his voice should be more sour, like a jealous husband.

    Xia Xiaoran stared blankly at the window showing Fu Xiyao's shadow, taking away the color of the white gauze, she bit her lip and turned around slowly, brushing past him without saying a word, she didn't want to be with him at all  There is any intersection.

    How could Fu Xiyao allow others to be ignored so easily, his complexion sank, he held her arm at once, and said in a low voice: "Friends should say hello before leaving, don't you understand this politeness?" The rain has gradually stopped  Now, there was still wind, her long wet hair brushed against his hand, the coolness piercing into his heart was in stark contrast to his warm fingers.

    He stared at her with burning black eyes, forcing her to turn around with force, his brows were tightly frowned, but instead of looking at him, he focused on a pair of white-haired men holding hands not far away.  The old couple crossing the road felt sour from their hearts to their throats, and instead of answering, they asked, "Fu Xiyao, you have everything, what else do you want?"

    Fu Xiyao's whole body froze instantly, and after a long silence, he lowered his posture and asked indifferently, hesitantly and unknowingly: "Hey, can you can you smile at me? Don't always put on a sullen face to make people creepy."  Panic!" As soon as the words came out, even he himself was stunned, he looked away in embarrassment, his hands relaxed, and he stopped her without thinking and asked such a slap in the face, isn't he crazy?

    The sky darkened, the cold wind of early winter blew on the skin, the pain like a knife pierced through the whole body, all the strength was sucked away, making people have nowhere to hide, just like this fate in life, who can escape it  ?

    Xia Xiaoran raised her haggard eyes, and there were layers of raindrops or teardrops on her face.  She didn't resist, she curled her lips into a stiff and perfunctory smile, and murmured cheerfully, "Is that all right? Mr. Fu."

    Then she kept laughing, sadly, Fu Xiyao finally couldn't help it, shaking her arm to wake her up: "Enough! Enough!" She did it on purpose!  She knew exactly what he wanted was not this!  That's not it!

    Xia Xiaoran was already groggy, his body wet by the rain was shivering with cold, but after being shaken by him like this, he simply fell straight into his arms. Before he passed out, he only vaguely remembered a high-pitched voice  He kept calling his name.

    This stupor lasted half the night, and she felt that she was densely surrounded, and the soft silk was baked so that her whole body was as warm as fire. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and woke up in a daze, with  The small wall lamp on the bed was on, the light was yellow and soft, shining on the white plush carpet, it was surprisingly warm.

    Looking at a strange, yet familiar place.

    Xia Xiaoran's chaotic brain was in doubt for a moment. He wanted to move, but he couldn't move. His waist was tightly surrounded by people, and he heard a breathing sound different from his own. His hoarse voice was a little confused: "Are you awake? Do you feel better?"  ?" Fu Xiyao put his hand on her forehead, and smiled lightly: "Well, it won't burn."

    In fact, his hands are even warmer.

    Now Xia Xiaoran was so frightened that she quickly got up, and said with a stiff jaw, "You! Why am I here?" She grabbed the quilt and subconsciously looked down at her clothes. It was the pajamas that she had left with him before.  His face was pale, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

    Fu Xiyao felt that his eyelids were heavy, but he opened them with difficulty, and said angrily, "Don't act like 'what's wrong with you', I'm not so hungry" Although he hadn't touched a woman for a long time  , seems to have lost that interest all of a sudden, even Zhou Yuemin laughed at him for being as good as a monk.

    After saying this, he closed his eyes again, his breathing was very cloudy, as if he was exhausted.

    And Xia Xiaoran didn't want to look at Fu Xiyao at all, she got up and searched around the room for a while, but couldn't find her original clothes, she hesitated for a moment, opened the closet only to find that the clothes he bought for herself were still there, and  Folded neatly, she took it to the bathroom and dressed quickly, and came out after a little grooming of her hair. Looking sideways, he was still lying quietly on the bed.

    The wall clock showed that it was two o'clock in the morning, and her phone was out of battery, and she couldn't even turn it on. She thought and thought, and whispered: "I, I'll go back first." There is always something wrong with being in the same space with him  Feeling insecure.

    But Fu Xiyao didn't move at all.

    Xia Xiaoran couldn't care so much, she opened the doorknob and wanted to leave, but for some reason, she looked back again. It happened that Fu Xiyao was so hot that he lifted the quilt, turned over and muttered uncomfortably, the voice was so small that she couldn't hear it, and couldn't bear it.  I walked over, but I heard him shout: "Ran Ran, Ran Ran"

    She stood there almost unsteadily, her eyes staring at Fu Xiyao whose face was flushed for a moment.

    Sickness is humanWhen he was most vulnerable, his thoughts could reach the deepest part of his soul, and it was also the most real. All he thought about was Xia Xiaoran, but he didn't realize it.

    Xia Xiaoran stretched out his hand to his forehead in doubt. It was scorching hot, and he was sweating profusely. It turned out that he was the one who had the fever.  She pushed his shoulder and called again: "Fu Xiyao?" Who would have thought that he just muttered and grabbed that hand, without any consciousness at all.

    She took a little effort to pull her hand back. After all, she was soft-hearted. She sighed and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel to help him wipe off his sweat. She added another quilt to cover him and tucked him firmly, and fed him to swallow again.  He took a fever-reducing tablet, went to the kitchen and fetched an ice pack and put it on his forehead.  Fu Xiyao didn't sleep well, the burning feeling made him toss around like a child.  She went in and out, and by the time she sat down another hour had passed.

    She sat quietly on the chair by the window sill, and looked at Fu Xiyao from a distance. He was in a deep sleep, his thick black eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his sharp eyes were closed, always saying hurtful things.  Her lips were a little white and cracked, and she curled up there weakly. She was not familiar with this quiet Fu Xiyao.  He has a bad temper and a bad personality, always arrogant and domineering, always forcing her regardless, so she even hates him.

    Sometimes she really doesn't understand, how can she and Fu Xiyao, who are so different from each other, get entangled together?  But there are too many things that people can't understand. She and Shao Feng share the same interests and love each other deeply.  She began to feel dizzy again, and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water to warm her stomach, and then she felt better.

    Holding the cup in her hand, she quietly looked around the place that contained too much of her, and realized that it was very different from before. The original design was changed to bright warm colors, and the furniture  It's also brand new, even the curtains have turned into soft gauze. Why does this color, this layout, and this design feel so familiar?

    She was in a trance for a moment, then quickly shook her head and murmured: "Impossible." She is not that important, important enough to change a man who is the only one who respects me.

    Suddenly, there was a sound in the room, as if something had fallen, she hesitated to go upstairs and open the door, Fu Xiyao sat on the carpet in embarrassment, her hand still covering her forehead, seeing Xia Xiaoran as if she didn't know her, she was dazed for a while  After a while, I came back to my senses and asked her: "So you haven't left yet?" Then she was guarding me when I was half awake just now?  Not a hallucination?

    "Yes." Xia Xiaoran simply responded, standing motionless at the door.

    Fu Xiyao was most annoyed by her unhinged, neither angry, nor happy, nor angry, as if she was so indifferent that she wanted to draw a clear line with himself, and when his temper came up, he couldn't help shouting: "What's 'um'? Pull me up!" He  Stubbornly reaching out to her, there was an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

    However, Xia Xiaoran was Yumu, so he ignored him and didn't say anything, and even more anxiously staggered and turned his head and said: "Since you are awake, I should go too."

    He stood up slowly, mocking himself helplessly: "Do you really dislike staying with me that much? Do I annoy you that much?"

    Xia Xiaoran didn't answer, she paused, and continued to walk towards the corridor, and then he suddenly caught up with him and hugged him from behind, holding her tightly, and she couldn't break free no matter what.

    He didn't lose his momentum even when he was sick, and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "I know you hate me. But what should I do? Xia Xiaoran, I found that I like you, no, it should be said, I fell in love with you  .¡±

    When love comes, no one can refuse.

    If love wants to go, no one can stay.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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