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Chapter 39

Fu Ji didn't know what to say, and slowly clenched the fingers hanging by his side, his heart had already become an out-of-control frequency.

The rain has not stopped, and it is even getting worse. No one is passing by in the alley. If the rain stops, I don’t know how long it will be. Anyway, the car is not very far away, a few minutes away.

Yan Ran quickly made up his mind: "Let's run over."

Before Fu Ji could react, Yan Ran took off the outer dark gray double-breasted coat and covered the heads of the two people.

He only felt a tightness on his shoulders, and he was pushed forward by a force - it was Yan Ran's hand, because of the height problem, Fu Ji's vision in front of him was almost covered by his clothes, until he propped up his clothes one place.

One tall and one short, Yan Ran's hand firmly grasped his arm, intimate, and his temperature was still inside the coat, which was warm and fragrant, with the dampness after the rain.

Their shoes stepped in the puddles, splashing water to wet their clothes, and the overcoat firmly blocked the rain on their upper bodies.

Yan Ran seemed to be afraid that he would get wet, so he always moved closer to his side, with his heads pressed together, the hot air sprayed out between breaths, and the hazy fragrance that evaporated all made him tremble and panic.

In fact, if he put his arms around Yan Ran's waist, the distance between the two of them would be closer, and at the same time, they could block more rain.

But he didn't move, his hands were behind his back, clenched into fists.

When they got in the car, both of them were a little wet. Fu Ji was fine, only his pants were wet, and his upper body was dry.

Yan Ran took a few clean towels from the trunk. In comparison, Yan Ran had more wet areas. Her shoulders were wet and her arms were also wet, because she was wearing a light-colored sweater. , so the dizzy piece is obvious.

Looking at Yan Ran who was wiping the rain in the rearview mirror, Fu Ji felt as if something was disintegrating in his eyes, and the blackness was like a tide, stirring up a small wave, and he quickly returned to calm.

【Ding!The villain's degree of blackening has reached 79%!]
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Since the last time it rained, Yan Ran successfully caught a cold. After taking a measurement, it was a low-grade fever.

She took two pills, and when eating the breakfast made by Fu Ji, she almost vomited several times, but in the end she suppressed her nausea and swallowed it.

At night, it was early morning.

Fu Ji was lying on the bed and fell asleep. The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and there was a lamp on the bedside table. As soon as footsteps sounded, Fu Ji opened his eyes.

He sat up from the bed, Yan Ran walked a little weakly, walked to the side of the bed, under Fu Ji's eyes, opened his hands and hugged him weakly, put his face on his shoulders, and breathed lightly.

Fu Ji smelled the wine, and when Yan Ran was not sober, he couldn't hold back that seemingly gentle smile, and evened the corners of his mouth.

With a sign of impatience, he was just about to pull Yan Ran away, but at this moment, the dazed Yan Ran hugged him even tighter, spraying his hot breath against his ears.

In the past few days, Yan Ran put his arms around Fu Ji's neck, and left a soft kiss on the corner of his tightly pursed and cold mouth, like a feather.

The scorching heat seemed to melt the ice.

Her breathing trembled, her voice was weak and hoarse, perhaps the most confused, she said very softly, "Why are you still waiting for me..."

Fu Ji sat up quickly just now, and when Yan Ran saw him sitting, he thought Fu Ji was still waiting for her to come back.

These words made Fu Ji's face froze, and then his face became gloomy.

The big hand firmly grasped the two thin arms, tore away the arms wrapped around the neck, and even pushed the person away.

Yan Ran was very obedient, he didn't move around, and he almost tore her away with little effort.

But even so, he still felt hot, not only in his body, but also in his heart.

He looked at Yan Ran with darker eyes, as if he wanted to tear her bones apart.

Yan Ran was confused for a long time, and she didn't know that she was thrown tens of thousands of miles away. The current posture seemed to make her feel very uncomfortable.

She tried hard to pull back her hand, but Fu Ji's grip was so tight that Yan Ran couldn't pull it out several times.

Later, Yan Ran accidentally stabbed Fu Ji's eyes with his fingers, and he loosened his hand subconsciously, Yan Ran broke free, and fell down on the soft bed.

One of Fu Ji's eyes was red, and he blinked fiercely a few times before he felt better.

He turned his head and saw that Yan Ran was curled up in the quilt like a boiled shrimp, her hair was soaked in cold sweat, her brows were tightly frowned in pain, her eyes were closed, under the dim warm yellow light, Zhang's overly beautiful and noble face was so pale that no trace of blood could be seen.

When he reached out to touch it, his cold fingertips were almost melted by the scalding heat.

Fu Ji stretched out his hand to wipe off the sweat that was dripping from Yan Ran's forehead because of the pain. Under the warm yellow light, half of his handsome face turned into an intoxicating gentleness. He whispered pretending to be worried, "Brother Yan, do you have a cold?"

He asked nonsense, which person's normal body temperature would be so hot?
Fu Ji's fingers were very cold, and it was very comfortable to touch Yan Ran. She couldn't help rubbing her forehead gently against his palm, as if responding to his words, and she was unexpectedly well-behaved, fragile and suffocating.

Fu Ji gently touched her wet hair, and pressed his dry and soft lips to her face, to feel her temperature and trembling.

He hugged Yan Ran in his arms, like holding a stove. The temperature on his body was too low. Under the extreme contrast, the hot and warm temperature made him very nostalgic, and he couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh Voice.

And because of the cold temperature on his body, Yan Ran got close to each other, attracted each other, and hugged so tightly that even a thin piece of paper could not be inserted, as if he was the most intimate lover in the world.

He pressed against Yan Ran's face, his dark eyes were almost strangely bright, and his voice was full of admiration, as if he had discovered some treasure.

He said, "Brother Yan, you are really warm."

Smell the faint fragrance, like buds just blooming in spring, mixed with heat, mixed together, like intoxicating fragrant wine.

Through the clothes, Yan Ran's body temperature quickly warmed Fu Ji, even a little hot.

He didn't let go, and even tightened his arms.

Fu Ji was still thinking about it a second before falling asleep.

This group of fire is really warm incredible.

After Yan Ran slept all night, the temperature on his body not only did not drop, but even worsened.

Fu Ji was awakened by the heat, and he was reluctant to let go all night.

He lowered his head and found that Yan Ran was shaking.

Yan Ran seems to be very cold, but her body is very hot.

　Really send warmth hee hee

　　
　
(End of this chapter)