"Ah!" Jiang Kuo pulled Duan Feifan's arm, pulled him up from the stairs, and dragged him to the toilet, "Just do it."

Duan Feifan laughed behind him. Although he didn't say anything, Jiang Kuo could feel it.

"Believe it or not, I'll throw it to you now," he said.

"It's really funny." Duan Feifan said, "I'm even more dizzy when I laugh."

"Get in!" Jiang Kuo pushed the door and pulled his arm and pushed him into the toilet.

Duan Feifan supported the wall and turned his head again.

Jiang Kuo closed the door with a "bang" sound when he exited the toilet.

When he closed the door, he found that he had several red marks on Duan Feifan's legs.

A little miserable...

But it actually looks quite sexual.

Jiang Kuo was stunned outside the toilet, and was shocked when he heard the sound of water coming from inside: "Are you urinating outside?"

"I'll take a shower!" Duan Feifan said.

"It's quite particular?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Yeah." Duan Feifan said.

Duan Feifan took a shower and still held the door when he came out.

"What are you doing in a bath?" Jiang Kuo couldn't explain.

"Sweat," Duan Feifan said, "It's uncomfortable."

Jiang Kuo helped him, and he first pulled the quilt off by the bed, put it on the recliner, and then went to the cabinet to get a new thin quilt.

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Jiang Kuo helped him throw the quilt onto the bed.

After Duan Feifan climbed onto the bed, he followed him up and took a look.

I was wondering whether to help pull it, but Duan Feifan was quite tightly covered.

"How is it?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Is it more comfortable?"

"It's just dizzy." Duan Feifan said.

"Drink water?" Jiang Kuo asked again.

"And." Duan Feifan touched the cup beside the pillow, "I just threw a bottle of it."

"I was not born." Jiang Kuo said.

"Your birth is too obvious," Duan Feifan said with his eyes closed, "and the field is strong, I can feel it if I don't make a sound."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything.

"Ha'er?" Duan Feifan patted the bed gently.

Jiang Kuo, who was about to jump off the stairs, was stunned.

"Are you?" he asked.

"Am I shouting to talk to you?" Duan Feifan coughed.

Jiang Kuo climbed onto the bed and sat next to him: "I thought you would be alone when you were sick."

"It's almost the same," Duan Feifan said, "it's basically the same person."

"Why?" Jiang Kuo asked.

My uncle's family doesn't look like the person Duan Feifan is sick and they don't care about it.

"I'm afraid my aunt will keep guarding you." Duan Feifan's voice was very low, and his voice was still hoarse.

"Then you are sick, isn't it normal for her to keep her?" Jiang Kuo also whispered, "I am sick, Mr. Jiang doesn't go to the company anymore, just stay at home."

"Young Master, that's your real father." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything and sighed softly.

"I seldom get sick, either," Duan Feifan said.

"It's better to be comfortable if you are with me," said Jiang Kuo. "I had a fever last time and went to a hotel to sleep. If there is a cannon, I'll be more at ease. If I don't die, I won't say anything."

Duan Feifan smiled: "Then you can tell me if I die."

"Stop farting." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan didn't say anything, closed his eyes.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, looking at his face. The sick Duan Feifan looked very different from his usual appearance. The state of being always energetic and ready for Duan's social interaction at any time was gone. Now he looked tired and helpless.

That's right, it's helpless.

Jiang Kuo always had a strange feeling.

"Yingjun," he tried to scream, feeling Duan Feifan seemed to be asleep, "Duan Yingjun?"

Duan Yingjun is indeed quite handsome. The lights in the room hit his face, and the light and darkness junction were just at the tip of his nose, giving out a very clear outline.

Jiang Kuo found that his lips were a little pale, as if they were too dry, and as if they were too sick.

He slowly reached over and touched it lightly, wondering if he wanted to ask Duan Feifan to drink some water.

As soon as his fingertips touched his lips, Duan Feifan grabbed him.

Still very powerful.

"Wake?" He was startled.

Duan Feifan's eyes opened a gap in a daze, and did not focus. He quickly closed it again, frowned, but the one who grabbed him was not loose, as if he had hugged a pillow.

It gave him the feeling of having an epileptic seizure and gritting his teeth... Although the metaphor is not very appropriate, Duan Feifan is indeed like his joints are stuck and he is just holding his.

"Oh," Jiang Kuo twitched, but didn't pull it out, "Duan Feifan? Are you asleep?"

Duan Feifan was gone.

"Your uncle." Jiang Kuo cursed at him.

To be honest, if he woke Duan Feifan up, he would take it out.

But he suddenly couldn't bear it.

I persisted halfway through my body, but I couldn't stand it. I was so sleepy that I felt very sore in my back.
Chapter completed!