C20 He Has a Fever

Qu Nan endured it time and time again. She knew that this man did it on purpose, but she also endured it. No matter how aggrieved she felt, she swallowed it down.

When the seventh time he wanted to drink the thick tea and called her back with the reason that the tea was not very pure, she stood at the Dali Platform and was already gnashing her teeth in anger.

It was purely nonsense. He could have had fun with her, but could he not be so brazen and reckless?

The tea was thrown into the teapot by Qu Nan. She quietly waited for the tea to be brewed and directly carried it out. If Han Jin was being picky, she would not care. It was up to him to complain and report. Anyway, she would not be working here next month.

When Qu Nan walked out again, she found that Han Jin was already sleeping on the sofa in the living room. She was a little surprised and her steps became lighter.

When this man slept, he frowned and curled up on the sofa. His arms were tightly wrapped around his arms and the book was still pressing against his body. Qu Nan looked at this position and felt very uncomfortable.

After placing the teacup on the table, she knelt on the sofa stall and reached out her hand to carefully approach Han Jin. She wanted to take out the book that was pressing down on his body.

Just as she was about to get close to Han Jin, the man suddenly turned around on the sofa and turned to lie on his side. He faced Qu Nan and the book fell to the ground as he flipped over.

Qu Nan did not have time to take back her body. The two of them were in a very intimate position. There was only a finger's distance between their faces. The man's shallow breath sprayed onto her face. Her breath was hot and her heart was pounding. Her face unconsciously started burning.

She started to adjust her breathing slowly and her sight couldn't help but stick to the man's face.

The man's face was flushed red, and his lips were showing signs of cracking. His neck was already sweating, and Qu Nan felt that it was not good the more she looked at him. She could not help but put her hand on the man's forehead and compare it with the temperature in front of her forehead.

The first touch was that it was hot. Qu Nan took it for granted that Han Jin had a fever.

She remembered that there should be a first-aid kit in the hotel. When Qu Nan got up, she picked up the book that fell to the ground.

Black Studies.

Qu Nan touched the cover and laughed. It turned out that businessmen also needed to read this kind of book.

After placing the book on the table, Qu Nan turned around and went to the guest room. The hotel's top suite not only had a complete kitchen and a large master bedroom, but also two guest rooms.

Qu Nan walked into the second room on the left and opened the door to enter. According to her memory, she found the medicine box in the corner.

She lightly patted Han Jin's side profile and said, "Mr. Han, please open your mouth and let me measure your body temperature."

Han Jin felt dizzy and vaguely heard a familiar voice. This voice would always enter his dreams, only the voice. He could not see anyone. He had nowhere to find, but today seemed a bit different. He seemed to see a blurry figure in front of him. He felt a touch of reality on his face.

Was this a dream?

Qu Nan successfully took out the thermometer. Her fingers pinched one end of the thermometer and looked at the results.

38 degrees 4.

It was considered a low fever.

What could he do? He couldn't just let him sleep here.

Qu Nan was somewhat anxious and did not know what to do. She had tried to move this man, but the weight... Before she could lift him up, she had already fallen to the floor. Han Jin was also heavily thrown onto the sofa.

His back bounced on the sofa. Even so, Han Jin did not show any signs of waking up.

Qu Nan had no choice but to walk into the bedroom and get a thick blanket to cover Han Jin.

She had done her best for the guests. After she was done with her work, she was already sweating a little. She used her sleeve to wipe the sweat on her forehead and wanted to turn around and leave. The man behind her seemed to have noticed that he was about to leave. His hand reached out from the blanket. He accurately grabbed Qu Nan's wrist.

He was shocked by the warm feeling on his wrist and stood where he was, unable to move.

Qu Nan moved her wrist and failed to break free.

How could this person have so much strength when sleeping? Qu Nan already suspected that Han Jin was pretending to be asleep, but after looking at Han Jin seriously for a few seconds, she could not see any traces of pretending to be asleep.

Sigh, it was already the latter half of the night. She was also a little sleepy, standing there for a while. Her limbs were a little sore. There was nothing she could do. Anyway, she couldn't leave now. Qu Nan directly sat on the carpet and had nothing to do.

She used her other hand to take the thick black book and put it on her knee.

She originally thought that after Han Jin fell asleep, it would be easier for her to break free from this man's confinement. When the time came, it would not be too late for her to go downstairs.

However, this book involved many professional terms. Not only could she not understand it, but it was also extremely boring and boring. Qu Nan flipped through two pages and could not continue reading.

The temperature in the room was just right. It was not as warm as her on-duty room. Qu Nan's body slowly relaxed. When people relaxed, they could not help but feel sleepy.

Her eyelids were fighting against each other and she could not open her eyes anymore. Finally, she could not bear it anymore. She knocked her eyelids and started to take a nap.

In the room.

The girl sat on the ground, her head sinking into her knees.

The man was covered in a blanket, and he fell asleep.

The two of them never let go of their hands.

The clock was still ticking.