The School Bully Is A Little Wildcat - Chapter 50
The next day
“Seventeen, get up and have breakfast.” Mo Qianqing boiled the milk and went to call Yi Qiyao.
He looked down at his watch, it was already half past seven. “Getting up early every day.” He muttered and went to knock on her door. “Seventeen, don’t sleep.”
No response.
Mo Qianqing thought about it, but opened the door with the spare key of the house.
Mo Qianqing stood by the bed and saw that most of the bed quilts had fallen on the floor and couldn’t help but frown.
Bending down to pick it up, he saw Yi Qiyao’s red little face.
“Seventeen.” He smoothly touches Yi Qiyao’s forehead, it is very hot, it seems to be feverish.
Mo Qianqing fetched her up with one hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, “Seventeen, wake up. Let’s go see the doctor.”
Yi Qiyao gave a confused “um”, half-squinting her eyes, and hazily saw the outline of a person, like Mo.
“I don’t want to go.” She subconsciously replied, and then wrapped her arms around Mo Qianqing’s neck, rubbing her face against his chest, half in distress, half in pampering, “Ah Mo, I’m in distress.”
Mo Qianqing didn’t expect her to move like this, and froze for a moment before putting his palms over Yi Qiyao’s waist.
What to do, myself, even more do not want to let go.
Mo Qianqing slightly lowered his head and coaxed, “Then, let’s drink the milk first, okay?”
Yi Qiyao is drowsy, listening to his words, nodding her head.
She was so feverish that she didn’t get to see the teenager’s accommodation and tenderness in this life did.
Mo Qianqing got a wet towel and wiped her face carefully, then coaxed her to drink the fever-reducing medicine.
“Lu Le Feng, give me the phone number of your doctor Tang.” Mo Qianqing leaned on the balcony and called, his shirt cuffs folded up to his little arm, a cigarette burning in his right fingertips.
“You’re sick?”
Mo Qianqing pinched his brow and said, “It’s not me, it’s 17. She has a fever.”
“I’ll send you his phone number.”
Twenty minutes later
Dr. Tang gave Yi Qiyao two shots, “If you don’t have a high fever this afternoon, there’s nothing wrong. Don’t worry!”
“Okay, thank you, Dr. Tang.”
Looking at Yi Qiyao who is hanging saline, her face is not as red as before. Mo Qianqing was also relieved and sent Dr. Tang downstairs.
“Young man, take good care of your girlfriend.” When he was leaving, Dr. Tang patted Mo Qianqing’s shoulder and said in a rather serious manner.
“I will.”
When Yi Qiyao woke up, it was already afternoon.
She moved her sore wrist and saw the needle holes on the back of her hand. “Amo, Amo.” It took opening her mouth to realize her voice was actually so hoarse.
Her throat was dry.
“Awake?” Mo Qianqing stood in the doorway, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand. “It’s just been boiled, drink it while it’s hot!”
Yi Qiyao took the bowl and peeked at him, “Amo, thank you ……” She drank the porridge at the right temperature one by one, her eyes curved, “Amo took care of me who was sick, it was hard work.”
Mo Qianqing sat opposite her, left hand on the bed, body leaning forward close to her.
“Seventeen, do you still remember what happened when you were sick?”
Yi Qiyao’s movement gave a beat, looking at Mo Qianqing’s flowing danfeng eyes, she didn’t know how to react.
“Well ……”
Mo Qianqing attached to her ear and said softly, “Seventeen when you had a high fever, you kept wrapping your arms around my neck to pamper me …… and kept calling my name, one after another, so gentle.”
Yi Qiyao was so shocked that she almost didn’t snap the bowl on the bed, the porridge in her mouth hadn’t swallowed. “You …… lied to me!”
Mo Qianqing smiled with a cunning face, “Then …… seventeen do you want to hear it?”