Chapter 64
With an indifferent face, he stuffed his cold feet into Chi Li's clothes, deliberately making fun of people.
But the man didn't hide, just smiled and covered his hands with his palms, kneading and saying, "Susu, in another year or two, I will definitely make a lot of money, and live in a big house with a casual heater. Wait for me, wait a minute."
In fact, it doesn't matter if you can't wait, Su Lian thought at the time.
The winter in Wucheng is also cold. He is a child who has endured hardships and grows up. He is accustomed to this level of hardship and does not feel that he is so squeamish.
But in that second, I felt that I was really being placed on the apex of my heart and hurt.
"Then please hug me now, it's too cold to die." Su Lian couldn't say anything sensational, and ordered him stubbornly.
Chi Wang smiled and took the man into his arms: "Okay, ancestor."
That embrace was warm, warmer than any warmer temperature.
In a daze, Su Lian opened his eyes, feeling that his whole body was covered in sticky sweat, with one arm on his waist.
The dormitory was dark, the night was low, and there were very faint lights swept in through the windows, making it impossible to tell the time.
As if in a trance for a moment, he returned to that small small house again, because it was too cold, so he hugged him to keep warm.
He blinked lightly, and found that Chi Huang was lying beside the small bed in an extremely awkward posture, as if he was about to fall off the bed with a slight movement.
It was only then that Su Lian realized that this was his dormitory in No. 3 Middle School eight years ago, and he still had a fever.
I was probably really confused, how could I think it was a rental house.
"Chili, wake up." He called out, and found that his voice was hoarse, probably due to a cold.
Chi Li's eyelids trembled slightly, his arms tightened, and he lay motionless.
Su Lian wanted to reach out and push him, but found that his right hand was tightly held, and his palm was hot.
So he squeezed his tail finger hard and complained: "You're not helping me cool down, why did you fall asleep by yourself?"
Chiliang opened his eyes, and his consciousness slowly recovered: "You drag me and refuse to leave, I can't help it."
Hearing that tone, I felt helpless.
Su Lian immediately retorted: "How can it be possible that there are so many nonsense stories."
"Really, you won't let go of my hand, so I can only lie down with you."
"..."
"You're still coquettishly saying that you have a headache, it hurts badly."
"..."
"Oh yes, you called me Brother Chi, why don't you usually call me that?"
"..."
Su Lian felt a splitting headache, and he couldn't tell whether Chi Wang was talking nonsense or the truth. The dream just flashed past, and he probably couldn't help but take it as a reality when he fell into memory.
He turned his head awkwardly, and pulled out his hand from the hot palm: "You heard wrong."
"Impossible, I hate that I didn't record it." Chi Wang sat up and looked at him with a smile, "Since the atmosphere is here, why don't you call me again?"
Su Lian stretched out his hand to cover himself with the quilt, and the voice came out in a fog: "I'll call you uncle."
Sure enough, she was cute when she was still confused, and when she woke up, she immediately returned to her high cold, and Chi Wan snorted in her heart.
He reached out and got into the quilt, testing around: "I touch it, will it still burn?"
Su Lian raised his hand and hit him, and said angrily, "Where are you touching?"
With a slight movement of his fingertips, Chi Li found that he seemed to have touched the neckline of the open pajamas, and the skin under his palm was delicate, so he did not dare to move.
He pulled it out with a smirk, and touched his nose: "You are covered with the quilt, and I can't see it."
Feeling helpless, Su Lian lifted the quilt and put his hand on his forehead for a while. The test was over.
There was a strange ruddy on a pale face: "It should be retreated, it is estimated that it is in the early thirties."
In disbelief, Chi Wang stepped down the stairs, took out the electronic thermometer and pressed it on his forehead.
Good guy, showing the temperature: 38.1°C.
"Your electronic thermometer? It's so accurate." Chi Huang repeated the measurement twice to confirm that there was no mistake.
Su Lian hummed: "What time is it now?"
Glancing at the phone screen, Chi Wang lowered his head and turned back: "It's more than five o'clock, do you want something to eat? I'll buy it for you."
This sleep from morning to night, I was very groggy, but I felt a lot more comfortable when I was hugged and sweated.
Su Lian nodded and said, "Eat whatever you want, and go to self-study at night."
The hand who ordered the meal paused, and Chi Huang said speechlessly, "Have your fever subsided yet? Are you still going to study at night? Is this the life of a Xueba?
Su Lian slowly climbed down from the bed and put a coat on his body: "I'm fine, it's only thirty-eight degrees, it's fine."
Listening to this, I really thought that my body was an indestructible body made of iron.
Chi Wang was speechless, opened the menu, and silently added another ice candy Sydney.
After getting the takeaway, Su Lian didn't speak any more, and kept eating in silence. After drinking the medicine and changing clothes, he returned to the classroom firmly.
Meeting such a stubborn ancestor, Chi Huang really had no choice, so he could only escort him all the way back to Class 6, and there was nothing he could do about him.
The two sat on the seats, one was weak, the other was physically and mentally exhausted, and both were wilted.
Seeing the person coming, Gu Anjiu raised his voice, "Brother Lian, are you feeling better? What are you going to do in the evening self-study? We are always full..."
Before I finished speaking, my head was smashed by Chili
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