However, after closing his eyes, he still turned over and was behind Jiang Yuduo with the remaining shamelessness, and forcibly pretending to put his arm into Jiang Yuduo's quilt without any trace.

But he didn't move forward any further, and he just poked Jiang Yuduo's back with one fingertip.

Hot.

It's indeed a fire body.

With so many thoughts that would rise and fall from time to time, Cheng Ke lamented that he had not even had a dream and slept until dawn.

When I woke up, my posture did not change, and my arms were still placed in Jiang Yudu's quilt.

The only change is that it is no longer just poking Jiang Yu's backside with his fingertips.

Jiang Yuduo turned over and lay flat, pressing his hand down, and his middle finger was still bent when he poked his waist, and he had been folded and pressed so hard that he lost consciousness.

Cheng Ke carefully pulled his hand but couldn't pull it out.

The soreness and numbness that was pressed out of his hands instantly rushed towards his arm, followed by the whole arm, which made him so sour that he frowned and silently scolded him "fuck".

After the sourness passed, the pain in the middle finger was left.

It hurts so much...

He didn't care whether Jiang Yutuo would wake him up, so he quickly pulled his hand out.

As soon as he pulled it out, Jiang Yuduo suddenly moved. Before he could take his hand back into his quilt, Jiang Yuduo was caught.

This conditioned reflex is very admirable.

Jiang Yuduo grabbed his hand first before jumping up. Cheng Ke even felt his eyes open when he turned over and leaped over and pressed his arm with his knees.

"Me!" Cheng Ke quickly shouted, "Cheng Ke Cheng Ke Cheng Ke!"

Jiang Yuduo pressed his wrist with one hand, pressed his knee on his elbow joint, glared at him for a long time before saying, "What are you doing?"

"Let go!" Cheng Ke moved his middle finger, "My finger is about to break!"

"I'm grabbing the wrist." Jiang Yuduo still stared at him.

"You just pressed my fingers!" Cheng Ke frowned.

"Why am I pressing your fingers?" Jiang Yuduo turned his head and looked at the half of his sleep, "I haven't slept in the world either."

Cheng Ke was silent in embarrassment.

"Why are your hand in my quilt?" Jiang Yuduo turned around and continued to stare at him.

"Where do I know?" Cheng Ke said, "I am used to sleeping alone. I can put my hands wherever I want, and stretch them wherever I want."

Jiang Yuduo sighed and let go of him: "I'm so sleepy that you scared you."

"Scared you?" Cheng Ke asked.

"When I was asleep, I suddenly felt someone touched me," Jiang Yuduo sat on the bed, held his head with his hands and pulled it on his head a few times, "Is your finger okay?"

"It's okay." Cheng Ke pinched his middle finger and rubbed it.

"What time is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke turned his head and glanced at the small alarm clock at the head of the bed: "Ten forty."

Jiang Yuduo turned his head in surprise and confirmed: "Have you actually slept until now?"

"You didn't sleep at five o'clock," said Cheng Ke, "it's been less than five hours."

"I usually wake up at about seven at any time when I go to bed," said Jiang Yuduo.

"You didn't call sleep yesterday," Cheng Ke sat up and shook his hand. "You called fainting, it sounds nicer to call sleep."

Jiang Yuduo smiled, looked down at his legs, and then looked up for a long time: "Have you taken off my pants?"

"Yes," Cheng Ke looked at his legs, "it was taken off."

Jiang Yuduo didn't say anything, sighed, was stunned for a while, and then got out of bed and put on his pants: "Does the toothbrush I used to wash last time still exist?"

"Here, I didn't move there," said Cheng Ke.

"Oh," Jiang Yuduo nodded and walked towards the bedroom door, "I'll go wash up."

"I'll ask two to come here early," Cheng Ke touched his cell phone, "I just arrived after washing up, so cold that I didn't want to go out to eat."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo responded, and after walking out of the bedroom, he suddenly turned back and stared at him.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Ke was a little scared by him.

"Are you sneaking me in the middle of the night?" Jiang Yuduo asked with a frown.

"I..." Cheng Ke's embarrassment at this moment was probably soaring to the sky. He thought he had already fooled it, but he didn't expect Jiang Yuduo to turn it back again. He was a little angry, "Are you a fucking beautiful little cutie? I was so sleepy in the middle of the night that I still have time to touch you?"

Jiang Yuduo still frowned, and after a while he twitched and turned around and walked away.

"...I'll fuck." Cheng Ke cursed in a low voice and fell on the bed with the quilt in his arms. This was too embarrassing.

Jiang Yu entered the bathroom and first unscrewed the cold water and washed his face.

I feel a little dizzy in my mind. It is not the dizzy that I haven’t woken up or haven’t had good sleep, nor is it the dizzy that I have vertigo attacks.

It should be...

After pouring cold water on my face, there was no improvement, and I was a little uncomfortable with the cold water.

Have a fever?

He touched his forehead and couldn't feel it.

After washing up, he went to the living room, opened the drawer, and took out the thermometer that Cheng Ke planned to use to measure the water temperature yesterday.

"Do you have a fever?" Cheng Ke happened to come out of the bedroom with his cell phone.

"No," Jiang Yuduo shook his thermometer, "I'll play for a while."

Cheng Ke didn't take the initiative, and slapped him on the forehead with two steps.

Although the slap was a little heavy because of inertia, Jiang Yuduo had no reaction, so he did not take back his hand and pressed Jiang Yuduo's forehead for two seconds.

Hot.

He should have reacted to the temperature last night. When he poked Jiang Yuduo's back last night, he could feel it was hot.

"You're just a fucking fire, you're just having a fever!" he said.

"...I'm usually hot," Jiang Yuduo clamped the thermometer, "It just doesn't seem to be that hot."

"How should I get a fever?" Cheng Ke asked, "Is it boiled ginger in brown sugar or something?"

"I don't know," Jiang Yuduo hesitated for a moment, "Isn't that the one who drinks dysmenorrhea?"

"Is that right?" Cheng Ke was stunned, "Then what can you sweat if you drink? Aren't you a little expert in life? There are times when you don't know like a waste?"

Jiang Yuduo sat on the sofa: "I haven't had a fever for many years."

"What about when I had a fever many years ago?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Carry it." Jiang Yuduo answered calmly.

Cheng Ke paused and picked up his mobile phone: "Take your body temperature first and see what it is."

"Yes." Jiang Yuduo nodded.

Cheng Ke checked what to do if he had a fever. He said almost the same thing. Drink a lot of warm water, rub the whole body with alcohol... rub the whole body? Drink ginger and sugar water, and take antipyretics.

"Ginger candy water is right," said Cheng Ke, "you can drink it."

"Do you have jiang?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...No." Cheng Ke said, "and drink water and wipe the whole body..."

He didn't say what item to take medicine. Jiang Yuduo was unwilling to go to the hospital. He was not sure if Jiang Yuduo was willing to take some medicine for the fever.

"You only have water here." Jiang Yudu smiled.

"Also," Cheng Ke said, "but..."

"You don't have to worry about it," said Jiang Yuduo. "I just have a fever. I'll go back and sleep later. I've never cared about it before."

"Okay." Cheng Ke sat down, "It's about half an hour to deliver it to you. Can you eat it with a fever?"

"Can I eat it," said Jiang Yuduo, "I can eat it anytime."

The thermometer showed 38 degrees, and Cheng Ke took the thermometer and looked at it again: "38 degrees, is this considered a high fever?"

"Not count." Jiang Yuduo answered with certainty.

"I was hospitalized for infusion when I had a fever of 38 degrees," said Cheng Ke.

"Did you be hospitalized after coughing?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Anyway, I don't have to carry it myself with 38 degrees, so you can do whatever you want." Cheng Ke didn't say anything more. Jiang Yuduo has been here for so many years. Compared with a person like him who has been spoiled since childhood, having a fever may be like a cough.

Moreover, Jiang Yuduo looked no different from usual. If he hadn't touched it with his own hands, he wouldn't have noticed that Jiang Yuduo had a fever.

People are really different.

The food delivery phone number came over, and Cheng Ke answered the phone and was about to open the door.
To be continued...