I was tricked by my sister's male god

Chapter 5

"How do you know I have a bad stomach?"

Song Wuqian has a problem, that is, when it is cold or frozen, it is easy to get sick, which in turn causes stomach problems.

When they were at home, Song's father and Song's mother kept watching Song Wuqian carefully, and watched him add clothes when it was cold.

In winter, Song Wuqian was forced to wear long johns, and in summer, watch him not to drink too many cold drinks, and not to turn the air conditioner down too low, etc.

Song Wuqian in adolescence, although he was a good student by his teachers and classmates, but there were times when he was rebellious. The more his parents refused to let him do something, the more he would do something.

Then, the consequences of this rebellion were quickly attempted.

That day, in order to look handsome and cool, I went home in the rain.

Fever and discomfort is a mild state, and stomach pain is fatal.

When the stomach hurts, there will be bursts of pain, like a razor blade with pitch, scraping the stomach piece by piece, accompanied by burning, and the painful Song Wu's forehead is full of sweat beads, and he wants to vomit but can't vomit.

During the first monthly exam, Song Wuqian caught up with the onset of stomach pain.

He endured that exam, and when the exam was over, he went to the infirmary to get the medicine, which relieved him a little.

Seeing his pale face, the school doctor advised him to go to the hospital. Song Wuqian didn't want to miss the exam, so she endured it for two days before telling her parents and then went to the hospital.

Xia Juemian was very strange when she saw Song Wuqian coming out of the infirmary, but she didn't seem to be uncomfortable at all.

Song Xiyao could never forget her brother's stomach ache, curled up on the bed, trembling, she felt uncomfortable beside her, and felt sorry for her brother.

So later, when the weather changed, Song Xiyao asked her brother to wear more clothes like Song's father and Song's mother.

No, it's raining down here at home, Song Xiyao immediately thought of her brother's body in the city.

Then he sent a message to Song Wuqian to remind him to keep warm, and her brother reassured her that he knew.

But Song Xiyao was still worried, so she called Xia Juemian and briefly told him about it, hoping that Xia Juemian could pay more attention, because his brother is still a typical person whose scars heal and forget the pain.

Don't take stomach pains to heart at all.

In the afternoon, Xia Juemian didn't send Song Wuqian to class because of something. He didn't know if Song Wuqian had brought an umbrella or if Song Wuqian had put on more clothes, but he knew that the weather had indeed become cooler.

After receiving Song Xiyao's message, Xia Juemian immediately asked the president for leave, and ran all the way to find Song Wuqian.

Although Song Wuqian told him that he was carrying an umbrella, he was still worried and had to go and see if Song Wuqian had left the classroom.

Yang Lun stood beside Song Wu and looked at Xia Juemian with scrutiny.

Not to be outdone, Xia Juemian looked back.

Song Wuqian didn't expect Xia Juemian to appear here suddenly, and said that he came to pick him up, and his mind was a little short-circuited: "Isn't there something wrong with your club?"

Xia Juemian walked up to him and moved the umbrella over him: "The club activities are over, just in time to pick you up."

He looked at Song Wuqian, put on a coat, touched the back of his hand again, it was a little cold, took off the coat and put it on his shoulder without any explanation.

Song Wuqian quickly evaded: "What are you doing, I'm not a girl, I don't need it."

Xia Juemian pressed Nan Feng on his shoulder: "Wear it, I'm hot."

Song Wuqian felt warm on her body and smelled like laundry detergent.

Xia Juemian: "Let's go."

Song Wuqian turned to Yang Lun, a little embarrassed and said, "Thank you just now."

Yang Lun clenched the handle of the umbrella and said with a smile, "It's okay, as long as someone comes to pick you up, don't forget to bring an umbrella next time."

Song Wuqian wanted to say something, but Xia Juemian grabbed her shoulders forcefully and walked away.

The rain was dripping on the umbrella, and the leaves on both sides of the road were beaten to the ground by the autumn wind and autumn rain.

A piece of golden yellow, but also more depression.

It was raining heavily, and there was still no intention of stopping.

Xia Juemian: "Is it cold?"

Song Wuqian shook her head, thinking that Xia Juemian was cold, so she took off her coat: "Put on your clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

Xia Juemian pressed his hand: "Be good, don't move, your hands are so cold, put them on."

Xia Juemian held his hand, Song Wuqian felt weird, and whispered, "I, I see, you can let go."

Xia Juemian let go of her hand suddenly, her eyes were a little lost, and she melted into the autumn rain.

He silently moved two small steps to the side, and gave most of the umbrella to Song Wuqian, his shoulders were wet.

Song Wu walked a few steps forward and felt something was wrong. She looked to the side, good guy, Xia Juemian wished she could keep two people away from him, "Why are you hiding from me?"

He leaned over to Xia Juemian, "Are you tired, why don't I hold the umbrella instead."

Xia Juemian was holding an umbrella all the way, his hands must be sore.

Song Wuqian leaned over to his side, let Xia Juemian's just born sadness fly away, and soothed that sad heart, "I'm not tired."

Xia Juemian also has another problem, that is, he especially wants to attract Song Wuqian's attention, so what he said often makes Song Wuqian speechless.

Just like now.

"Song Wuqian, you are too short, if you hold an umbrella, maybe both of us will be caught in the rain."

Song Wu glanced at him coldly: "I'm 1.8 meters."

Xia Juemian said proudly, "I'm 1.8 meters eight."

If it weren't for the fact that Xia Juemian might be his brother-in-law in the future, he really wanted to kick Xia Juemian.

"Song Wuqian, what do you think of the issue of homosexuality?" Xia Juemian's tone was very light, as if he was talking about this topic out of boredom and unintentionally.

But Xia Juemian was actually very nervous.

Song Wuqian: "I think it's normal."

Xia Juemian: "Don't you hate it?"

Song Wu said, "Respect everyone's choice."

When he walked downstairs, Xia Juemian was already half wet.

Song Wuqian sent out an invitation: "Would you like to come to our dormitory and take a hot shower before going back?" His dormitory was some distance away from Xia Juemian's dormitory, and the reason why Xia Juemian got wet seemed to be because of him.

Song Wuqian is the only person living in the dormitory now.

Lu Jing and her boyfriend rented an apartment near the school. Normally, they lived outside the school.

So now the dormitory is quite a single dormitory.

Xia Juemian was in the bathroom, and when the hot water flowed on her body, she still couldn't believe it.

In a trance, I took a hot bath.

Song Wuqian found him a set of his own sports clothes.

This set of clothes should be the only one, Xia Juemian wears it well, and the sportswear is always a little looser.

As for underwear/pants, Song Wuqian had a problem.

He leaned against the bathroom door and asked, "Xia Juomian, do you want to change your underwear?"

Then Song Wuqian heard a violent cough coming from inside, "Change."

Song Wuqian asked again: "Then do you mind wearing me?"

Song Wuqian was afraid that he would dislike him, so she explained to him: "I just bought it and washed it, but I haven't worn it yet."

Xia Juemian's voice seemed to be scorched by flames: "Okay, thank you."

Xia Juemian came out of the bathroom after Song Wuqian played two games.

This bath time is a bit long.

Xia Juemian asked him while rubbing his hair, "Do you have any medicine?"

Song Wuqian immediately got up and went to the cabinet to find the small medicine box. It was prepared for him by his parents. It contained various medicines in case of emergency. Song Wuqian found cold medicine from it and handed it to Xia Juemian: "I asked you to put on your clothes just now. If you don't listen, you have a cold now. Take your medicine quickly."

After being nagged by Song Wuqian, Xia Juemian was actually very helpful: "I don't have a cold, don't you have a bad stomach, have you prepared any stomach medicine?"

Song Wuqian sat on the chair, Xia Juemian stood next to him and wiped his head, Song Wuqian raised his head, and met Xia Juemian's eyes: "How do you know that I have a bad stomach?"