Dear Commander-in-Chief

Zhang Bo used an old thermometer to lie that Gong Sheng had a fever again, which indeed attracted Yun Qiao's attention.

She kicked off the shoes she had just put on and ran to Uncle Zhang: "Why did it burn again?"

Uncle Zhang showed her the thermometer: "It's thirty-nine degrees, Miss Xiao Qiao, this is a bit serious!"

In fact, he didn't need to show Yun Qiao the thermometer at all, because Yun Qiao couldn't understand it anyway.

She made a quick decision and ran into the kitchen to get busy again.

The apple water I boiled yesterday, with some medicinal herbs in it, was very effective in treating Gong Sheng's high fever.

She had to cook it a little more.

Seeing her busy again, the man couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Just tell the servant how to cook."

Yun Qiao didn't even raise his head: "They won't."

Gong Sheng: "Then you teach me how to cook."

Yun Qiao raised his head and looked at him as if he were an idiot: "Go back and lie down!"

Really, there is no self-awareness of being a patient at all, it will only add chaos here.

The palace saint was helpless.

He wanted to pretend to be sick and keep Yun Qiao, but he didn't want Yun Qiao to be busy.

The conflicting psychology made him hesitate to speak, but in the end he stood silently behind her, leaning against the door frame and waiting for her.

Even just looking at her busy back like this, he felt an indescribable joy in his heart.

Yun Qiao cooked medicine for him and then thought of something: "Bring the medicine bag on your bedside."

"What medicine bag?"

"It's just for your forehead."

"Um."

Gong Sheng remembered that it was that strange-shaped thing. It was ice-cold and had a good effect on reducing fever.

He brought the "medicine bag" and Yun Qiao opened it, refilled it with medicine and ice cubes.

Then drive him back to the bedroom to rest.

She even applied the medicine pack to him with her own hands: "Just leave this on for half an hour. I'll let Uncle Zhang check for you later to see if your fever has subsided. When your fever subsides, I'll go to the set again..."

Gong Sheng saw that she was so busy that beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, but she was still thinking about the crew's drama, and he felt deep guilt in his heart.

He grabbed her and said, "You stayed up all night and were busy all morning. Don't go filming anymore. Come here and sleep with me."

Before Yun Qiao could say "no", he was pulled to his bed by the man.

She remembered that this man told her three no-nos on the first day she entered the house. One of them was that she was not allowed to enter his bedroom and use his bed!

How could anyone slap himself in the face so quickly?

"Didn't you say you wouldn't let me lie on your bed?" Yun Qiao snorted.

Gong Sheng held her in his arms and curled his lips slightly: "Yeah. So just lie on me."

Yun Qiao: "...!"

As the man said this, he actually hugged her from his side to his body.

She was like a little frog, with her four claws pressed against him. It looked so funny.

Yun Qiao was embarrassed: "Let go! Let go!"

The palace saint smiled half-heartedly: "If you shout so loudly, the servants will think we are doing something intense."

Yun Qiao had a dark look on his face: "Hurry up and let me go!"

Seeing that the man had no intention of letting go, she had an idea: "You have dropped the medicine bag on your forehead! Pick it up first!"

Sure enough, Gong Sheng reached out to touch the "medicine bag" that fell on the pillow, but instead of picking it up and putting it on his forehead, he threw it directly on the bedside table.

"Hey, hey, you haven't applied it for half an hour!" Yun Qiao became anxious.

Gong Sheng pressed her little head to his heart and hugged her tightly: "No need. Just being here is enough to cool me down."

Yun Qiao: "..."

After Gong Sheng finished speaking, he felt something was wrong.

In fact, Yun Qiao fell asleep next to her, which made him even hotter!

I feel like my whole body is heating up!

He fumbled and pulled the "medicine bag" back.

This time, looking at the strange shape of the "medicine bag", he couldn't help but ask: "What kind of material is this thing of yours made of? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Yun Qiao replied casually: "You haven't seen it? I haven't seen it either!"

She struggled with Gong Sheng's strong arms, trying to take the opportunity to break free from his arms.