"This is for you," Duan Feifan pulled his hand and put the little pig hand warmer in his hand, "Okay, you can continue to scold."

"It's been cursing." Jiang Kuo took the hand warmer and hesitated whether to stuff this thing into the waist of his trousers like Duan Feifan.

"How is it there?" Duan Feifan asked.

"The child is so noisy," Jiang Kuo sat next to him, thought for a while and reached out to lift Duan Feifan's clothes and looked at him, "Is that yellow?"

"Aren't the duck yellow?" Duan Feifan said.

"Switch it," said Jiang Kuo, "I don't want to use a pink one..."

"Take it." Duan Feifan pulled out the hand warmer from his waist and gave it to him, then lifted his pants.

Jiang Kuo looked at him, and his movement made him feel that the hand warmer was taken out of his pants not from his waist but from his pants|cramp.

"Will it be changed!" Duan Feifan said.

"Switch." Jiang Kuo gave him the one in his hand and took the yellow duck into his hand, probably because he was always covered by Duan Feifan, and the duck was warmer than the pig.

"Tomorrow you can wear my sweater," Duan Feifan said, "I predict that it will be colder tomorrow."

"I'm going to buy clothes for lunch," said Jiang Kuo, "I can't stand it anymore."

"Do you buy a cheaper one?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Cheap." Jiang Kuo nodded.

"At that time, I asked Duan Ling that there was no coupons, so I found a store that used coupons." Duan Feifan glanced at Jiang Kuo and found that his nose was red with cold. "Go now, why do I feel like you are having a fever again?"

"Not." Jiang Kuo was very disdainful.

"As for it, I fainted..." Duan Feifan stood up and "leave."

The face comes very quickly.

Contemporary male students don’t know why they are so delicate.

Ding Zhe seemed to be not here for dinner but to come for his face.

"You have a fever." He said to Duan Feifan.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Duan Feifan pointed at him.

"Did he have a fever?" Ding Zhe asked Jiang Kuo.

"How do I know?" Jiang Kuo was surprised, "I don't even know if I have a fever myself."

"His hands are very hot." Ding Zhe grabbed Duan Feifan's hand and rubbed it.

"He's a hand warmer, you must feel that his hands are hot when you come over when the wind blows," Jiang Kuo stretched out his hand, "My hands are hot too."

Ding Zhe grabbed his hand again, then put Duan Feifan's hand in his hand: "You are warm, you feel his temperature, this is fucking lava."

Jiang Kuo shook Duan Feifan's hand, and it actually felt similar to before, but at that time his own hands were frozen and he found that his hands were hot, and it was still hot when he touched Duan Feifan's hand, which was indeed wrong.

"Why do you touch your forehead?" Duan Feifan said, "The touching hands are not accurate."

Jiang Kuo immediately raised his hand and pressed Duan Feifan's forehead.

"Your forehead is just a hand warmer," he sighed.

"Fuck, do you really have a fever? I actually have a fever?" Duan Feifan frowned, "I mean my head is swollen when I wake up in the morning."

"Then won't you tell me in the morning?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"What did you say?" Duan Feifan said, "I said my head was swollen? Then what can I say? It's not that my head hurts."

This is the area between people.

Jiang Kuo is not very sick usually, but he can't bear the slightest bit of discomfort. He said that he had a headache, but he was just a swelling head. He would also think about finding medicine to take, but he couldn't bear it at all.

Duan Feifan not only unexpectedly, but even continued to stick to the promotional stall for the whole afternoon.

He finally felt uncomfortable when he arrived at the dormitory.

"I have a headache." He stood next to the table at 107 with a very painful expression.

"You might as well find a night market promotion station for a few hours," said Jiang Kuo. "You won't be able to operate without the promotion industry."

Duan Feifan laughed.

"I'll sleep for a while," he pressed his sun's acupoint, "You can go and eat by yourself, or order takeout and Ma Xiao to eat with him. He has no place to take care of the meal now."

"Don't you eat it?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I can't eat it," Duan Feifan took off his coat, took off the T-shirt inside, and went to wash his face with bare shirt, "I'm afraid I'll vomit after eating."

"Then you go to bed." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan took off his pants again and climbed onto the bed.

"Don't you wear a pajama?" Jiang Kuo took the scar on his body, "and his arms stretched out and continued to catch a cold after a while."

"It's uncomfortable," Duan Feifan said, "If you hadn't been here, I would have taken it off."

"Then you take it off," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't mind."

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, lay down with a smile, pulled over the quilt and covered it: "Let's go, visit."

Jiang Kuo hesitated for a moment, and Duan Feifan kept taking care of him. He had a fever, and it seemed that he was not suitable for leaving like this.

He leaned against the edge of the bed and said Duan Feifan: "Generally speaking, how should people with fever take care of them?"

"How did I take care of you when you have a fever?" Duan Feifan asked.

Jiang Kuo recalled: "You threw me away from the infirmary."

"Oh, by the way," Duan Feifan nodded, "It's just like that."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything more, and walked out of the dormitory and went to the door of 107.

Duan Feifan's words were very tactful, but the meaning conveyed was very clear, that is, he did not need to be taken care of, or he did not want to be taken care of.

Tsk.

So strong?

Duan Feifan closed his eyes and sighed.
Chapter completed!