She thought he might have a fever, so she poured some water and took everything upstairs.

After Fu Yanye took a shower, he walked out with only a towel wrapped around his strong waist.

The hair is still wet.

Zhuo Jian glanced at it and then consciously looked away.

Fu Yanye watched her walk over and asked her, "Don't you believe me when I say I don't have a fever?"

Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, bent down and picked up the thermometer: "You'll know after you try it."

Fu Yanye took his temperature obediently.

Thirty-six degrees seven.

After reading the thermometer, Zhuo Jian closed her mouth in embarrassment, her facial features moved, but she still looked serious: "But it was really hot just now."

Fu Yanye looked at her and said, "It's true, I don't feel very comfortable either."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked up at him.

Fu Yanye sat down by the bed: "Would you help me dry my hair?"

"good."

Zhuo Jian saw his pitiful appearance and went to the bathroom. When she came back soon, she had a hair dryer in her hand.

His hair is short and easy to dry.

"Would you like to take a shower too?"

When Zhuo Jian closed the line, Fu Yanye asked her.

There was some ambiguous feeling in the huge room for no reason.

But they are already an old married couple, so why should they be ambiguous?

Zhuo Jian looked down at him, calmed down and replied: "No, if I don't go back tonight, Cheng Tian will be hungry."

"Isn't there milk powder?"

"Then it will hurt me."

"you have me."

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt that her face was so hot that it was about to burn.

She couldn't help but lower her eyes to look at him.

But his eyes were straight and calm, without any trace of shame.

Zhuo Jian looked away in embarrassment, "I don't know what you are talking about. You have a good rest. I'm leaving."

Zhuo Jian suddenly felt strange. He was not sick, so why did she act like she was taking care of a sick person?

"Zhuo Jian."

He suddenly called her.

Zhuo Jian turned around: "Huh?"

"I'm going to school."

Fu Yanye sat on the edge of the bed, holding the edge with both hands, looking straight at her with his dark eyes.

Zhuo Jian looked at him quietly, and then nodded: "Well, did you remember anything?"

"or."

Fu Yanye thought for a while and replied.

"or?"

Zhuo Jian was puzzled.

"Um."

Fu Yanye said, patting the place next to him.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, walked over and sat down, but couldn't help but look at him.

The huge room suddenly became extremely silent. Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, until he picked up her finger with his index finger.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and watched as his fingers entangled hers, immediately pulled away, and then clenched her hand, "Or what?"

"You said you used to go to our school's activities. I thought I saw a girl fall down in our playground."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's eyes became brighter, and she looked at him even more dreamily, "Then what?"

"A boy scolded her."

"..."

"is that so?"

Fu Yanye looked at her.

Zhuo Jian clenched her hand, thought for a while, and smiled unconsciously: "There was either a boy, or you, who scolded me so much."

"Then why are you still following me?"

"that is because......"

Zhuo Jian's eyes were hot and his lips moved, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

He was always fierce at that time, but after he was done, he would take care of her. When she was injured, he would help her clean her wounds. When she was bullied, he would teach the person who bullied her a lesson. When she was dirty, he would clean her and even feed her.

He would clean the apples for her.

If he was really an indifferent person, if he was really not good to her, how could she have only been in love with him for so many years?
Chapter completed!