Chapter: 206
Wen Man turned her face away.
Her voice trembled slightly: "Don't... you still have a fever."
Huo Shaoting clung to the side of her neck, very close to her, so close that he could see the thin down on her neck, which was quite cute.
He said hoarsely: "What does it matter! Maybe it will get better faster."
Wen Man refused.
She turned her head, ran her fair and slender fingers across his handsome features, and said softly: "You are still sick, please be obedient, okay?"
Huo Shaoting looked down at her.
After a while, he sat up and said, "Help me make some porridge, I have to go to the office later."
Wen Man nodded.
She first went to the kitchen to cook porridge in a pressure cooker, adding lily specially. Taking advantage of this interval, he brought a household medicine box over and took Huo Shaoting's temperature.
Sure enough, I still have a low fever, 38.8 degrees.
Wen Man poured a glass of boiled water and an antipyretic pill.
Huo Shaoting usually refused to take medicine. He looked at Wen Man with his dark eyes: "Feed me!"
He was sick, and Wen Man was very accommodating to him and put the medicine to his lips.
Huo Shaoting rolled the tip of his tongue lightly, leaving a circle of moisture. He was still staring at Wen Man while doing this.
Wen Man couldn't help but blush.
She coaxed him to drink another half cup of warm water. After watching him feel better, she went to the kitchen to serve the pot of lily porridge. When she brought it to the dining room, she found Huo Shaoting sitting on the sofa smoking.
I was not in good health anyway, so I started coughing after just a few puffs.
Wen Man went over and took the cigarette from his hand and gently extinguished it.
Huo Shaoting didn't get angry at her. Instead, he leaned on the sofa and raised his chin slightly, signaling Wen Man to feed him porridge.
Wen Man really had no temper at all.
She couldn't help but wonder what kind of person would be able to be his wife in the future and be able to withstand his picky temperament, but no matter what happened in the future, she couldn't refuse Huo Shaoting now.
Wen Man fed him porridge, but he was not honest.
Wen Man patiently finished feeding a bowl of porridge, then put the bowl away, and she was pulled onto his lap.
"Huo Shaoting...you are still sick." JrNovels.com
Her voice trembled slightly: "Don't... you still have a fever."
Huo Shaoting clung to the side of her neck, very close to her, so close that he could see the thin down on her neck, which was quite cute.
He said hoarsely: "What does it matter! Maybe it will get better faster."
Wen Man refused.
She turned her head, ran her fair and slender fingers across his handsome features, and said softly: "You are still sick, please be obedient, okay?"
Huo Shaoting looked down at her.
After a while, he sat up and said, "Help me make some porridge, I have to go to the office later."
Wen Man nodded.
She first went to the kitchen to cook porridge in a pressure cooker, adding lily specially. Taking advantage of this interval, he brought a household medicine box over and took Huo Shaoting's temperature.
Sure enough, I still have a low fever, 38.8 degrees.
Wen Man poured a glass of boiled water and an antipyretic pill.
Huo Shaoting usually refused to take medicine. He looked at Wen Man with his dark eyes: "Feed me!"
He was sick, and Wen Man was very accommodating to him and put the medicine to his lips.
Huo Shaoting rolled the tip of his tongue lightly, leaving a circle of moisture. He was still staring at Wen Man while doing this.
Wen Man couldn't help but blush.
She coaxed him to drink another half cup of warm water. After watching him feel better, she went to the kitchen to serve the pot of lily porridge. When she brought it to the dining room, she found Huo Shaoting sitting on the sofa smoking.
I was not in good health anyway, so I started coughing after just a few puffs.
Wen Man went over and took the cigarette from his hand and gently extinguished it.
Huo Shaoting didn't get angry at her. Instead, he leaned on the sofa and raised his chin slightly, signaling Wen Man to feed him porridge.
Wen Man really had no temper at all.
She couldn't help but wonder what kind of person would be able to be his wife in the future and be able to withstand his picky temperament, but no matter what happened in the future, she couldn't refuse Huo Shaoting now.
Wen Man fed him porridge, but he was not honest.
Wen Man patiently finished feeding a bowl of porridge, then put the bowl away, and she was pulled onto his lap.
"Huo Shaoting...you are still sick." JrNovels.com
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