Jiang Che picked up the cup obediently again, and continued to drink.
The faint scent of flowers crossed his throat, and when he finished drinking the second glass of water, He Wan poured another glass.
"Drink again."
After drinking three glasses of water, He Wan pointed to the faucet outside the door.
"Now your face is all dirty, go wash your face."
Jiang Che was a little uncertain about He Wan's emotions, and he didn't know if He Wan was still angry? What should I do if I continue to be angry? What if she ignored herself?
One rhetorical question after another was mixed with Jiang Che's thoughts. After Jiang Che washed his face, he stood obediently in front of He Wan like a child who made a mistake.
"How does your throat feel now?"
Jiang Che raised his chin slightly, and there was a little bit of uncertainty in those clear eyes. It seems to be testing something, and it seems to be carefully observing something.
"II'm fine."
He Wan knew he would say that.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Well, since you don't want to say it, I don't want to force you either."
After He Wan finished speaking, she turned around.
Jiang Che hastily added: "My throat hurts a bit, and it's a bit hot, like burning."
He Wan stopped in her tracks, "Drink more water."
Jiang Che saw the bottle on the table, and there were more than half of yellow chrysanthemums in the bottle. It seems that He Wan should find chrysanthemums for herself just now, chrysanthemums have the effect of reducing fire, is he afraid of getting angry?
"Sister, I'm a little sleepy."
Because I didn't sleep well yesterday, and I cried for so long today. The throat is still so uncomfortable, Jiang Che's consciousness is gradually becoming a little drowsy. He Wan touched Jiang Che's forehead, but luckily he didn't have a fever.
"you are tired?"
"Go to bed and rest when you're tired."
Jiang Che: "Sister, can you go to rest with me? I want to hear you tell me stories, can you?"
He Wan didn't speak, Jiang Che thought he had been rejected, so he quickly stepped down the steps: "No, it's fine, I I'm going to rest."
He Wan picked up a book that she usually read, "I didn't say I didn't want to, isn't it just telling stories? Just tell it."
Jiang Che felt a little happy in his heart. He quickly climbed onto the bed and covered himself with the quilt. Slowly close the eyelids.
"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There were two monks sitting in the temple, an old monk and a young monk"
"My God, how old is this book? Why does this story still exist?"
He Wan turned a few pages to herself, "Let me tell you a new story."
"What should I say"
He Wan had a slight headache. Storytelling is not her strong point, so He Wan thought for a while, "Tell you about "Robinson Crusoe"?"
"How about I tell you "The Old Man and the Sea"???"
After He Wan finished speaking, she looked at the person on the bed again, and Jiang Che fell asleep at some point.
He Wan put down the book in her hand and felt Jiang Che's steady breathing, "No way, you just fell asleep on the bed right now? How tired you are."
"That I'm sorry, I shouldn't deliberately tease you. Although you can't hear my apology now, I also apologized to you. You have to understand this."
After He Wan finished speaking, she stood up from the bed and walked out
"Why is it so hot?"
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