My foolish snake husband wouldn't stop pestering me (Mtl)

Ch 12: Some Medicines Are Sweet

    "Then why don't you take it?" Song Qi looked at him puzzled.

    "Reluctant."

    Song Qi was taken aback, half sad and half funny.

    Sure enough, he is a fool, and his thinking is very understandable.

    Yan Rui explained: "It's sweet, I can't bear to eat it." He hasn't tasted sweet for a long time, and it has been bitter for too long and it is almost forgotten.

    The last time I ate candies, it seemed to be something in my previous life.

    He would never forget the bunch of sugar-coated candied haws.

    Song Qi felt like his heart was being held by a hand, and it was painful, but for a moment the soreness spread all over his body, and even his nose was slightly sore.

    He opened his mouth like a thorn deep in his throat.

    He thought he was pitiful enough, but he didn't expect Yan Rui to be more pitiful than him.

    Yan Rui closed his hand and released it again. The palm of his hand was smeared with a yellowish pill. He frowned, as if he didn't know what to do, he was at a loss.

    "What's wrong?" Song Qi asked worriedly.

    "Medicated."

    Song Qi tried to suppress his trembling voice and said: "Come on, this medicine is only sweet on the outside, and now it will become bitter after it is melted."

    Yan Rui showed a regretful expression.

    Song Qi smiled softly: "You take medicine obediently, and I will buy you sugar tomorrow."

    Yan Rui refused: "No, sugar will become addictive if you eat too much, I'm afraid..."

    He was afraid Once you taste the sweetness, you can't eat the bitterness.

    Yan Rui put the medicine into his mouth, and sure enough, the medicine without that layer of sugar was much more bitter than ordinary medicine.

    Yan Rui drank two more glasses of water in his belly, and the dizziness came back after taking the medicine.

    "Go to bed now. If you get up tomorrow and it still burns, you must go to the hospital."

    Yan Rui only felt a mess in his mind, and nodded without paying attention to Song Qi's words.

    Song Qi tucked the quilt for him and turned around to wash after watching him close his eyes and fall asleep.

    After I got into bed, I saw Yan Rui still trembling in bed.

    Song Qi felt soft, got up again, plugged in the warm water bag, waited for it to heat up, and put his hands in Yan Rui's quilt gently.

    As if feeling the temperature, Yan Rui leaned over with a trembling body, consciously holding the warm water bag in his hand, and leaned over his face, sleeping peacefully.

    Seeing that he finally stopped shaking, Song Qi went to bed at ease.

    After a busy day, it’s now one o'clock in the morning, and I didn’t feel tired before, but as soon as I touched the pillow, I fell asleep, and I had no dreams all night.

    ......... The

    next day, noon.

    Song Qi was awake from starvation, and when he woke up, he subconsciously glanced at Yan Rui's direction.

    The sleeping posture was still the same as last night, curled up with a warm water bag, his head was also covered by the quilt, only a small amount of hair was exposed.

    Song Qi jumped out of bed, walked to Yan Rui's bedside and quietly lifted the quilt and touched his forehead.

    It's not hot anymore. It seems that the medicine he bought is good, and the fever subsided in one night.

    It's just that his hands are still cold, just like a snake.

    Yan Rui twisted his eyebrows, his eyelids moved and then opened his eyes.

    Seeing Song Qi in front of him, he was stunned for a moment before reacting. He had been driven out by Duan Chen.

    The disappointment that flashed in his eyes did not escape Song Qi's eyes, and he laughed: "Are you not happy to see me?"

    "No...No." Yan Rui shook his head and hands again. Yes, being in a hurry is the same as being caught on the spot by a child doing something wrong.

    "That's... I'm lost because I didn't see the person you want to see?"

    Yan Rui clearly felt that his chest was a little stuffy, and his heart became a little heavier. It set off a pain that made people unable to move.

    He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his chest.

    Seeing his actions, Song Qi knew that he was right.

    If you can think of a person showing this expression, it is probably your sweetheart.

    Song Qi did not continue to question.

    "Is it feeling better today? Is my head still dizzy, my throat hurts or not? What discomforts are there?" A

    series of questions were thrown at Yan Rui, which made him confused. It was only after half of the payment was sorted out, one by one answer: "I'm fine, my head is not dizzy, my throat is not sore, thank you last night." As

    he said, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

    Song Qi seldom saw Yan Rui smile. He smiled with crooked eyebrows, and the pear vortices on both sides of his cheeks were filled with honey.

    Those good words that exaggerate people's appearance seemed to be prepared for him, and the big man around him couldn't help but tick.