A Billion Stars Can’t Amount to You

Ji Yi first covered the quilt on He Jichen's body, then sat on the ground casually, turned over the thermometer in the medicine cabinet and stuffed it into He Jichen's armpit.

When she retracted her hand, her fingertips touched his chest inadvertently. Like four years ago, his skin was strong and strong, with a burning temperature.

In Ji Yi's mind, he instantly passed through the lingering pictures of that night, she shivered fiercely, and she quickly shrunk her hands back, rubbing several times on her shirt. Once, until the slight pain in her hand completely covered the touch of He Jichen's fingers, she stopped.

Ji Yi pulled out the antipyretic medicine from the medicine box in the gap for He Jichen to take his temperature.

A whole box, unopened, wanted to come to He Jichen before taking medicine, so she went downstairs to open the door for her.

Ji Yi read the manual in detail, got up and went back to the kitchen to receive a glass of warm water.

She put the water cup on the ground. In order to avoid touching his skin again, Ji Yi took out the thermometer and exercised a lot of caution.

He Jichen had a fever of nearly 40 degrees.

Ji Yi put down the thermometer and rushed to give He Jichen medicine. Fortunately, he was confused and had some consciousness that he knew to swallow. Although there was a lot of water overflowing from the corner of his lips, the medicine went into the abdomen.

The instructions clearly stated that if the patient did not have a fever, he would take the medicine again four hours later.

If you can choose, Ji Yi really does not want to be in the same room with He Jichen, but fortunately he has been asleep, and she is quite comfortable.

At night, it was getting deeper.

Ji Yi stared at the phone for a long time, and his eyes were tired, so he raised his head and looked out the window.

The lights were turned on in the room, and the floor-to-ceiling windows became a mirror. She clearly saw her and He Jichen reflected in the windows.

She stared at his face for a long time before turning her eyes away to the void. The expression on her face did not change much, but there was a touch of sadness in her eyes.

Ji Yi set the alarm clock. Four hours later, He Jichen still had a high fever. She had to give him another medicine.

She woke up early in the morning. At noon because she went to Liang Dao's company, she did not take a lunch break. After 12 midnight, she gradually became sleepy.

She was thinking about waiting for him to die, and she left, but she held out her hand and probed on his forehead again and again. His temperature was still scary, and she couldn’t hold back the sleepy, and couldn’t help sitting on the floor. Leaning against the wall and taking a nap, she reached out and touched his forehead again. It was not so hot, she was relieved, and then the whole person fell asleep.

Falling asleep, Ji Yi's body was not stable, and fell down on the ground. The expected pain did not come, but there was a warmth spread from below. She changed her posture comfortably, and fell into again Sleeping.

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He Jichen in his sleep always feels that there is a person in his arms, his soft body with a slightly familiar body fragrance, constantly drilling into his nose.