Chapter 675: Sick (3)

The whole body of the little woman was submerged in the white bathtub, with only her head exposed and her arms stretched into the bathtub.

Her hair was tied up, and her face was slightly flushed by the warm water. However, Mu Jinchen had no intention of appreciating such a beautiful woman coming out of the bath, because he found that the little woman's body was sliding down. Seeing that the water was about to flood the corners of her lips, she was still sleeping soundly without any consciousness. Mu Jinchen was so scared that his heart skipped a beat. He quickly took the bath towel from the shelf and quickly picked up the little woman.

Wushuang didn't know whether she was frightened or had a nightmare. She didn't open her eyes but uttered "Ah" and struggled to say, "No... No..."

Mu Jinchen held her with both hands and had to rub her cheek with his side face, "Wu Shuang, wake up, it's me."

A reassuring breath came towards her, and there was a familiar and mellow voice. Wushuang tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't open them. She could only mutter in a daze, "Mu Jinchen, I have a headache..."

Mu Jinchen finally found that something was wrong with her. The blush on her face seemed a little abnormal. He didn't care about anything else. He put her on the bed and reached out to touch her forehead. It was really hot. He quickly took a towel and wiped the water off her body little by little.

But when he held the clean pajamas in his hand, he began to struggle with himself. There was no distraction at all. They usually had a married life. Wushuang was always a little shy. At most, she left a dim light and hid in the quilt. He had never feasted his eyes like this before.

Every part of the little woman's body is a masterpiece of master craftsmanship. One point more is too much, one point less is too little. The white porcelain-like snow-white skin is so beautiful that it can always drive any man crazy. Feeling the throbbing of some emotions, he quickly helped her put on her clothes, tidying up without revealing a trace of spring, and pulled the sheet next to her to cover her before running downstairs.

"Uncle Zhao, Wushuang has a fever, please come up and take a look."

People started calling Zhao Zhiliang while they were still in the corridor.

Zhao Zhiliang was about to finish this cup of tea and go back to the room to rest. He heard the hurried voice of the usually calm Mu Jinchen and turned his head to look at him.

This time he was a little stunned. He had never seen Mu Jinchen so embarrassed. There were water stains from head to toe, his clothes and pants were wrinkled, and the expression on his face was also a little unusual and not flustered, with no image at all.

He sighed slightly before answering, "I'll go get the medicine box and go upstairs right away."

Mu Jinchen stood at the roundabout of the stairs, and when Zhao Zhiliang came over, he began to describe Wushuang's situation, "She seemed fine before I came down to find you, but when I went upstairs just now, I found her fainted in the bathroom."

Now that he was thinking about it, he began to get scared. What if he went there for a while at night and Wushuang slipped directly into the bathtub and lost consciousness? Wouldn't that be...

His face couldn't help but change, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Zhao Zhiliang on this side had already seen Wushuang's basic situation, and finally put a thermometer in Mu Jinchen's hand, "Put this under her armpit to check her temperature. It shouldn't be a big deal. It's just that she's too sad and dehydrated. The fever is not very severe. Give her some saline solution and some antipyretics. She should be fine soon. Don't worry too much."

Hearing this, Mu Jinchen was a little relieved.