Eternal Burning

His tone was flat, but I was terrified.

I remember Yu Xixi said that when Shang Lu's wife died, Shang Muxiao was only five years old, right?

No wonder he hates rainy days so much. A five-year-old child, any sad memory is enough to become a shadow of a lifetime, not to mention such a tragic one.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer the call, and I forgot to turn on the light, so I just stayed where I was and looked at his back.

My sister used to worry about me as long as it rained, but today she didn't even call. It's not me that she cares about most. He turned around and leaned against the window, his tone was not intense, even without ups and downs, the only gem I have to lose.

A rich man doesn't care if a dollar is missing from his property, while a poor man may kill him for one dollar.

The look in his eyes made me uneasy, and the uneasiness wasn't out of fear or worry...it came from the grief in my heart.

Take a shower first, and I'll look for clothes you can wear... I avoided his gaze and headed into the bedroom.

He raised his hand and pressed the position of his chest, but after a while, the grief dissipated, and the anxiety also faded.

Why can't humans control a little more body sovereignty? I sighed silently.

I finally found a set of pajamas that Shang Muxiao could probably wear. I went back to the living room and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, and knew that he was obediently taking a bath.

Although my house is only one bedroom and one living room, it is not big, but it has two bathrooms. One is in my room, which is dedicated to me, and the height of the washbasin is adjusted according to the height of my wheelchair. The other is what Shang Muxiao is using now, and it is a guest-only washroom.

Open the door and get you some clothes.

The water in the shower subsided and eventually disappeared completely. After a while, the bathroom door opened, and a gust of hot and humid air came out.

Shang Muxiao was dripping with water, and he took the clothes from my hand without any hesitation in my eyes.

thanks. ' He thanked softly and closed the door again.

I was stunned for a moment, took out an unused quilt from the closet, threw it on the sofa, turned up the air conditioner in the living room, and then entered my room.

After washing up, I glanced at the door, a little worried, so I went out to have a look.

Shang Muxiao was curled up on the sofa, and I opened my eyes as soon as I approached.

His hair was not completely chuīgān, and it was still a little wet, and the arrogant expression in the past was no longer, and he looked a little cute.

Professor Bei, He stretched out his hand to me, I seem to have a fever.

I stared at the fingers he stretched out, hesitated for a moment, but still held them. It's hot, really hot.

I'll find some medicine.

I rummaged through the boxes and found a box of antipyretics that had not yet expired. I poured water and brought it to Shang Muxiao. He sat up, took the medicine from my hand, raised his head to take it, and took a quick sip of water with my hand.

He lay back, so uncomfortable that he didn't even want to say a word.

I put the water glass on the side coffee table, picked up the quilt dragged to the ground, and stuffed it under him. It was still raining outside, so I didn't turn off all the lights in the living room, leaving a dim reading light to keep the environment from being too dim.

After waking up in the middle of the night, after going to the bathroom, he went to the living room to look at Shang Muxiao.

He measured the temperature of his forehead with the palm of his hand, and it still felt a little hot.

Shang Muxiao was awakened by this movement, and when he looked at me, his eyes were still hazy.

Sorry for waking you up.

I was about to withdraw my hand when Shang Muxiao grabbed me, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand back to his face.

Your hands are cool and comfortable. His eyes burned red, and his voice was a little hoarse.

I'm not quite used to it, I want to pull my hands, and I think he is a patient.

I have also been ill, and I know the taste of being sick is unpleasant, and it is easy for people to become vulnerable.

Because you are still having a fever, it will be fine when the fever subsides.

Arabidopsis... He looked at me with red eyes, his lips pressed against my pulse, and seemed to like the touch of that piece of skin, so be my jewel.

I was stunned on the spot, completely forgetting to react.

If he made a bet with me arrogantly, or casually called me Professor Bei, I could turn a blind eye.

But now he's begging me to be his jewel with such a face and such a voice... It's so cunning.

Chapter 14 Teacher

sleep tight. I withdrew my hand, turned a deaf ear to his words, just left a hurried sentence and left as if to flee.

I could feel Shang Muxiao's eyes chasing after me, wrapping around his body and sticking to the back of his neck. I never looked back, enduring the tangible gaze until we were blocked by a door.

Locking the door, his thumb gently rubbed the hot skin on his wrist, the temperature belonging to Shang Muxiao still remained on it, distinct and unforgettable.

I gradually tightened my fingers, squeezed the wound under the gauze, and felt a continuous tingling pain in my palm.

The officials quickly overcame the disturbing temperature.