But the naïve and foolish girl didn't have so many thoughts, and she turned to go out.
"Where are you going?" Han Luoli grabbed her delicate white wrist with a speed and strength that a sick person should not have.
"I'm going to get you some ice, Da Luoluo. You can't keep burning up like this. It's dangerous!"
If he became a fool from the fever, well, he would be a handsome fool...
A handsome fool drooling... No, no, that image was unbearably hilarious.
Ignoring Han Luoli's resistance, Gu Xiaoer pried off the man's fingers one by one and threw off his hand before heading to the kitchen to find an ice pack.
After retrieving the ice pack, Gu Xiaoer wrapped it in a towel and applied it to Han Luoli's forehead.
The icy touch gave the man a shock, making him want to jump up and remove this annoying thing instantly.
But thinking of a long and happy life in the future, he endured!
Soon, Han Luoli felt his head go numb with cold, the ice giving him a headache.
His own scripted drama, and he had to play it out, even if it meant kneeling.
"Baby, I'm thirsty..." the man whimpered softly, feigning weakness as if it were no trouble at all.
Gu Xiaoer had no suspicions and hurriedly went downstairs to get water.
While the little woman was away, the man swiftly took off the ice pack from his forehead and took out a warm pack to continue applying heat.
Feigning illness wasn't easy, so he treasured every moment of the act!
Only when he heard footsteps outside did he hide the warm pack and reapply the ice pack.
Gu Xiaoer entered the room through the door and took down the ice pack to check the man's forehead temperature, shocked, "Why is it still so hot?"
She rushed to feed him the warm water she had prepared, but his large hand stopped her.
"Feed me with your mouth," the weakly complaining sick beauty said.
"That's what I'm doing..."
"With your mouth..."
"..."
Gu Xiaoer was flustered, without a hint of awareness from the sick! Angrily putting down the cup, she lowered her voice, "Drink it or don't!"
"My head hurts, it's so hot…" The man started to act shamelessly.
Gu Xiaoer was speechless. Why were sick men like children?
After a standoff of about ten seconds, Gu Xiaoer finally lost to the man's wounded cheetah-like gaze.
Alright then, if I must feed you, I must. The patient comes first!
Han Luoli curled a triumphant smile, discreetly hiding the annoying ice pack under the pillow. His large hand gripped the girl's small head, accepting her sweet taste.
After feeding him a mouthful, she quickly pushed the man away.
"Da Luoluo, why are you still so hot?" Gu Xiaoer's face was red, and she looked more like a feverish patient than Han Luoli. Anxiously glancing at the European wall clock, she calculated that Sister Sun had been out for almost an hour; she should be back soon, right?
Wondering if Sister Sun could explain the symptoms to the doctor, what kind of illness had symptoms of a burning body anyway?
That wouldn't do; she needed to check Baidu.
She fished her phone out of her pajama pocket.
"Baby, I want to hear you sing…" Han Luoli snatched the girl's phone away, making another demand like a big child.
"Eh?" Gu Xiaoer opened her eyes in disbelief.
Han Luoli simply blinked back with conviction, his deep eyes filled with encouragement and expectation.
"Han Luoli, I always feel like you're toying with me…" Gu Xiaoer mumbled reluctantly. What kind of sick person would have such a strange request?
"Ah, being sick is so uncomfortable… cough, cough, cough…" The man sighed helplessly.
Shameless! Despicable!
Alright then, Gu Xiaoer compromised again.
Cocking her head to think for a moment, she started sweetly:
"The sparrow outside the window chatters on the telegraph pole, you say these words, filled with the feeling of summer; the pencil in my hand moves back and forth on paper, with a few lines describing you as my who…"