"Ahem," Lan Yu choked, coughing until the sky turned dark.

Zhen Shan's eyes wandered for a moment, but he calmed down in an instant. He reached out and patted his back, "How is it?"

Lan Yu was choked like this, his brain went online, he covered his mouth and shook his head.

Zhen Shan put his hand on his forehead and felt the fever getting worse.

If this doesn't work, your brain will be really burned out later.

"You go and lie down, and I'll get some water and wipe it for you. If it doesn't work, I'll go to the hospital to get some medicine."

After saying that, Zhen Shan took the basin and walked out.

Lan Yu's mind was stuck again.

Lie down, lie down?

Where to lie down?

He moved his eyes towards her bed, covered his nose, and his soul flew away.

When Zhen Shan came back, he saw someone lying obediently, but his face was red and his forehead was covered with sweat.

She frowned slightly, put the water on the small table beside the bed, poured some alcohol into it, and wiped his face, hands, and armpits.

Lan Yu felt that he didn't have a fever originally, but if this continued, he was really going to have a fever.

Zhen Shan put a towel on his forehead and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.

How could Lan Yu dare to ask her to take her pulse? The whole thing would be exposed right away.

He grabbed her hand, his eyes were dim, and his voice was sweet and fragile, "Shan Shan, I feel uncomfortable."

"Everyone feels uncomfortable when they have a fever," Zhen Shan said matter-of-factly.

"..."

He suddenly smiled, "Can't you coax me?"

"You are not a child."

Lan Yu felt that these words were a bit heartbreaking.

He retracted his hand, clasped his hands, and placed them on his heart, as if he was heartbroken.

Zhen Shan: "..."

How old is he?

Childish or not?

But think about it, this man's brain is burned out, there's really no need to argue with him about this.

"Bring your hand." Zhen Shan ordered.

"No, Shanshan, you don't like me," he lowered his eyes, his face was gloomy, and he was losing his temper in aggrieved manner.

"..."

The queen wants to hit someone.

"If you don't obey me, your brain will be burned out. I don't care."

Lan Yu raised his eyes, his pale eyes were covered with mist, and he looked at her in disbelief, as if she was a heartless scumbag. He turned around even more sadly, with his back to her, as if he was licking his wounds.

Zhen Shan: "..."

Who is the scumbag?

With so many dramas, why doesn't he become an actor?

She rubbed her eyebrows, she had a headache, this stick was troublesome.

"Okay, stop making trouble, I'll give you a look. If the fever doesn't go away later, I can go get the medicine."

Lan Yu shook his head and curled up, looking extremely pitiful and fragile.

People who were arrogant in the past can still be useful if they really show weakness.

Although Zhen Shan was not soft-hearted, he could not lose his temper.

"Lan Fugui..."

"Shanshan, my name is Lan Yu," his voice sounded very sad.

"Okay, Lan Yu..."

"Shanshan, why do you call me by my name so unfamiliarly?" He was heartbroken.

Zhen Shan: "..."

Is it over yet?

Let him burn to death.

Zhen Shan stared at him for a long time, took a deep breath, and told himself that it didn't matter if the stick died, but his parents were already old and couldn't hit them.

"What do you want?"

Lan Yu's tail lifted up in his heart, Shan Shan would indeed be soft-hearted towards him.

He pursed his lips in embarrassment and looked at her helplessly.

Zhen Shan's red lips twitched and she pressed her temples, "Ayu, is that okay?"

Lan Yu's eyes immediately became hot and he pointed his head straight.

"Okay, give me your hand."

"I, I feel much better," he said, lowering his head shyly.

Zhen Shan ignored his stupid look and reached out to touch his forehead. The fever did subside a little.

She breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, poured another glass of water, let him drink it, put the towel back into the water, wring out the water, put it on his forehead, and tucked him in.

"You should go to sleep first. If you can continue to sweat, you should be fine by tomorrow."

Lan Yu's eyes opened slightly, meaning he could spend the night in her room?

Should he really have a fever tomorrow? In that case... he shook his head and got rid of the unreliable thoughts in his mind. If he really had a fever, it would be time for his parents and her to worry.

"Headache?"

Seeing him shaking his head, Zhen Shan asked.

"No, I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine if I take a nap."

"Um."

"Shanshan, where will you sleep?"

Zhen Shan pointed to the rocking chair over there.

"I'll go sleep there," Lan Yu gestured to get up.

Zhen Shan held him down and said, "You already have a fever, why bother?"

"But... how about I go back to my room?" The weather is a bit cold at night now. What if I catch a cold if I sleep in a rocking chair?

If she really gets sick because of him pretending to be sick, he will beat himself to death.

Seeing him struggling endlessly, Zhen Shan's face turned cold, "Are you going to sleep or not?"

"Sleep, sleep!"

With a bang, Lan Yu immediately lay back down and said cautiously, not daring to touch her troubles.

Zhen Shan snorted coldly, stood up and walked to the closet, took out two thin quilts and spread them on the rocking chair.

"Shanshan, how about..."

"Huh?" Zhen Shan flew over with a dagger in his eye.

Lan Yu nervously grabbed the quilt, rubbed it into the bed, and stammered: "Here, this bed is quite big, but it can sleep two people."

Then he explained anxiously, "I, that's not what I meant. It's just that the rocking chair is uncomfortable and makes you catch cold easily."

Zhen Shan saw that he was so nervous that he was stumbling, his eyes were a little dazed, and then he smiled lightly and said, "No."

"Yes, but I can't sleep."

Zhen Shan's words, "Why are you so troublesome?" were stuck in his throat. Seeing his uneasy look, Zhen Shan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

But don't even think about wanting her to sleep with him.

Zhen Shan ignored him, turned off the lights and lay down on the rocking chair.

Lan Yu's face was full of disappointment: "..."

Well, he should be satisfied to be able to stay in her room.

Her nose was filled with her fragrance, Lan Yu smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

About an hour later, Zhen Shan opened her eyes, walked silently to the bedside, put her hand on his forehead, feeling that his fever had subsided, and felt slightly relieved, and was about to pick up his hand to feel her pulse.
To be continued...