The Forty-Seventh Chapter of the Third Night of Alcohol Practice (Nine)

Lu Qilin raised his hand to lift the quilt a little, and grabbed Lu Che, who was in a daze, from the quilt.

Seeing her little red face, Lu Qilin's eyes darkened.

The big palm was placed on her forehead, and sure enough, she felt the hot temperature of her hand.

In the quilt just now, he wanted to pull Lu Che up, but as soon as he touched her arm, he was shaken by the heat from his palm.

Lu Che had a fever.

Thinking of how she stayed in the room for a whole day after being sent back from weight training today, Lu Qilin knew that Lu Che's fever was probably caused by lack of exercise for a long time, due to muscle soreness and fever.

His original intention was to let her exercise and strengthen her training, but he didn't expect to beat her down just once.

Although this illness was related to Lu Che's lax training and poor physical fitness.

But Lu Qilin, as Lu Che's direct superior, was more or less to blame.

The man's originally displeased deep eyes flashed a smear of obscurity. He put Lu Che back on the quilt and dismissed the decision to kick him out of bed.

He went downstairs to find antipyretics in the medicine cabinet, poured a glass of warm water, and went back to his room.

He personally helped Lu Che, who was stupefied by the burning, up and leaned into his arms, opened her mouth, and let her take the medicine.

Who knows, even if it has burned to the point where he doesn't know when it is today, Lu Che still carries a deep fear of drugs.

Lu Che sprayed the bitter pill out of his mouth without even opening his eyes.

Yes, spray, not spit.

It sprayed directly on Lu Qilin's face, bounced, and fell to the floor.

Lu Qilin: "..."

The man's face was surprisingly ugly, and the black one was darker than the pot ash.

He knew Lu Che's problems from childhood to adulthood. When he was a child, Lu Che lived a life in a medicine jar, and he was afraid of eating anything that was bitter.

good man,

It also seemed so soft.

If it weren't for his uncompromising efforts to follow him all the way from the military academy to the military headquarters, he would be impressed, Lu Qilin would never have wanted this subordinate as weak as a chicken.

Although there was a deep displeasure on his face, Lu Qilin still opened the new pill, opened Lu Che's mouth and threw it in again.

This time, after throwing the pills in, his big palm immediately covered Lu Che's small mouth that looked too rosy.

The soft lips pressed tightly against his palm, making Lu Qilin's bottomless ink pupils stained with a strange dark light.

Lu Qilin deliberately ignored the touch from under the palm of his hand, the glutinous, soft lips touching the touch of his palm.

However, even after all this tossing and covering Lu Che's mouth without pouring water, she still refused to swallow the pills.

Instead, he closed his eyes and wriggled and struggled violently in his arms, just like someone strangled his neck and struggled to death.

The thin pajama fabric rubbed hot, and Lu Qilin's hard chest was rubbed against Lu Che's soft body as if it was about to catch fire.

The handsome and cold face of a man who has never been in such intimate contact with people gradually showed a strange temperature.

Lu Qilin wondered if he had been infected by Lu Che.

Otherwise, how can there be the illusion of fever.

Seeing that Lu Che never swallowed the pill, but instead twisted more and more fiercely, Lu Qilin finally let go.

As soon as the big palm was taken away, Lu Che, who frowned tightly and closed his eyes, spat out the saliva-stained tablet in his mouth.

This time, the tablet with Lu Che's flavor flicked on Lu Qilin's arm again, and then fell to the ground.

And the palm that the man took away was warm, with Lu Che's spittle!

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