The famous utensil of the superstar

Chapter 17 [Emotional Warming]

Qi Feng pursed his lips, sat on the chair without saying a word, his handsome face was tense, and his deep eyes stared at the person on the bed unfamiliar for a moment.

Luo Qiubai was lying on the bed with a flushed face, a wet towel was placed on his forehead, and his whole body was hot like a stove that would ignite spontaneously at any time.

Qi Feng took the towel washed with clean water, unbuttoned him, and helped him wipe it bit by bit. Seeing the mottled and purple hickey marks all over his body, and the dirt between his legs that had dried up long ago, his pupils shrank, The corners of his mouth were pursed, and at this moment, he didn't know whether he was more angry or more distressed.

An hour ago, his wife obediently agreed to stay, and even smiled and said that she would make him a bowl of egg noodles with tomatoes, but when he walked into the kitchen after hearing nothing for a long time, he found Luo Qiu Bai had passed out, and the chopped tomatoes were scattered everywhere, staining his shirt red, and the sudden look was shocking.

Will this guy take care of himself? He didn't say anything when he had a fever, but he pretended to be fine and ran to him. It was just...

Qi Feng couldn't find a more suitable adjective. His heart hurt without any symptoms. This feeling was different from the onset of illness. It was very novel and uncomfortable, like reluctance and regret. In short, he had never experienced it until now. Let him come to his senses.

Dr. Zhang took off his stethoscope, looked at Qi Feng with a strange expression, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Master, you two... are too nonsense."

Qi Feng's face froze, and his tone was a bit hurried, "How is he, is it serious?"

Dr. Zhang shook his head, took out a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment from the medicine box and handed it over, "It's too serious, but you need to rest in bed for a few days, and the most important thing is to stop having sex. It's more common for men to do this kind of thing." It was difficult, and Mr. Luo...didn't clean up the things in time, he traveled a long distance and didn't pay attention to rest, so he got a fever."

After saying this, the doctor glanced at Qi Feng, considered it carefully, and then said cautiously, "Master... If you and Mr. Luo have time in the future, you might as well read more materials on physical health care and accumulate some experience... er , it’s always good, it’s your first time, it’s normal to have a little unexpected situation..."

Suspected in person by his private doctor that his "technique" was not good enough, Qi Feng's face immediately turned half dark.

Seeing that something was wrong, the doctor quickly added, "Master, don't get me wrong, I don't mean to doubt you, I know your size, and it is said that Mr. Luo didn't bleed for the first time, which means...uh, you must be very talented , just lacking some actual combat experience.”

Qi Feng's face turned completely dark this time, and he helped Luo Qiubai change a towel on his forehead, tucked the corner of the quilt and said, "Okay, Doctor Zhang, I won't bother you about my bed, I will trouble you today , it's late, please go back."

Doctor Zhang has nothing to do with this eccentric eldest young master. He originally planned to leave, but after taking a look at the expressionless Qi Feng, he couldn't help but say, "Young master, are you sure you want me to examine only Mr. Luo? How is your body recently, has the angina pectoris attacked again?"

"I'm fine, I don't need to be checked." Qi Feng's face was paralyzed, with an expression of indifference.

Doctor Zhang frowned, "Young master, I promised the master to check your body twice a week. It's been almost two weeks now, and you haven't been seen. It's hard for me to see someone else. Your heart is very dangerous now." , how can you hide your illness and avoid medical treatment?"

Qi Feng's strange heart disease has always been a piece of his heart disease, and after so many years of research, it has not been cured, so he can't help but be extra concerned about Qi Feng's body.

Listening to Dr. Zhang's chatter, Qi Feng was afraid of disturbing Luo Qiubai, so he frowned and said with a dark face, "That's enough, check it if you want, don't affect his rest."

Doctor Zhang raised his eyebrows and smiled, picked up the stethoscope and put it on Qi Feng's chest.

The room was silent, but Dr. Zhang frowned more and more. When he took off the stethoscope, his face was full of disbelief, and he muttered, "This is impossible...it doesn't make sense..."

"Master, have you taken any other medicines besides the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill I prescribed recently?"

Qi Feng uttered a single voice from his nasal cavity, "I'm not sick, what medicine should I take?"

Dr. Zhang was even more surprised, "But your heart is much better than usual, the beating is strong and steady, and the previous symptoms of fast and slow are also less, and even the blood gas is much smoother than a week ago. It’s impossible to heal yourself so quickly.”

Hearing this, Qi Feng frowned, he almost forgot if he didn't mention this, the number of his illnesses has indeed decreased a lot recently.

When his eyes drifted away, the sleepy Luo Qiubai unconsciously groaned.

Qi Feng's expression changed instantly, could it be because... Luo Qiubai?

I suddenly remembered what Sun Daochang once said, "Collecting yin and nourishing yang, blending and cultivating both, will naturally heal without medicine"

Thinking of this, a strange blush flashed across Qi Feng's face, he touched the tip of his nose rarely, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

No one else's wife is as good as his, and this is something every husband is proud of.

Seeing him smiling and not speaking, Doctor Zhang couldn't help continuing to ask. At this moment, Luo Qiubai turned over and made a soft sound, as if he was about to wake up.

"His voice..." Dr. Zhang raised his eyebrows in surprise, and couldn't believe his ears, because he actually felt that the man's unconscious voice was full of charm. This is definitely an illusion, right?

"Doctor Zhang, how long are you going to stay? Don't you need to go back and ask Grandpa for a pulse?"

Qi Feng's tall body suddenly stood up, covering his sight, his face showed displeasure, and his eyes sank.

Doctor Zhang couldn't say anything more, he glanced at Qi Feng, sighed and told, "Then I'll go first, young master, even if your illness recovers a bit, don't take it lightly, you must remember to take Suxiao Jiuxin Pill on time."

After saying this, he opened the door and walked out.

When Luo Qiubai opened his eyes, he happened to see a figure from behind.

His head was buzzing, and he didn't realize where he was for a moment. At this moment, Qi Feng turned his head, helped him put a pillow behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Are you awake?"

Luo Qiubai froze for a moment, looked around, remembered that he fainted while cooking, and scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Uh...that was the doctor just now?"

Qi Feng said "um", "Don't worry, I didn't let him see your ass." I can only see your ass.

Luo Qiu choked on a single sentence, his face flushed red.

He just wanted to break the embarrassment and find a topic, who cares about this, and what if the doctor sees it, this big bird monster has something messed up in his head.

"Actually, I don't need to see a doctor. I'll be fine after I take a rest. Isn't that what it is? Next time...it'll be fine."

As soon as Luo Qiubai opened his mouth, he felt that this sentence was extremely stupid. If he said it like this, it would mean turning a corner and implying that Qi Feng and the others could have a second or third time...

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Qi Feng's expression became a lot happier, but when he thought of the scene of Luo Qiubai fainting just now, he couldn't help but sullen his face, "Rest? I think you are running away very vigorously, and you don't want to rest at all." .You said why are you so stupid? Even if you are reluctant to part with my things, don’t you know how to take a shower before running? You ran from Switzerland to S city and crossed two continents with my things. You are too good at it Take care of yourself."

Luo Qiubai only heard a "boom", and felt that his heels were red, and now he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.

Who the hell is reluctant to part with your things, your things are so good, I am not a woman, I can't fucking get pregnant with your things, I will only have diarrhea and fever, why don't I fart!

Bah, bah, bah, what the hell am I thinking about!

Luo Qiubai was confused by anger, and the memories that he tried to forget before surged up again, reminding him all the time, you were fucked by a man who didn't lift up, and it was so cool.

It's just a mess...

Scratching his hair vigorously, Luo Qiubai changed the subject with a dry laugh, "Well... I'm a little hungry, do you still want to eat noodles? I'll finish it."

As he said that, he was about to lift the quilt out of bed, but was suddenly hugged by Qi Feng.

"You still have a fever, what do you want to do?" Qi Feng's face was displeased.

Playing with one's temper and not knowing how to choose occasions, don't you know that as a wife, it is also a duty to take care of yourself and not worry your husband?

Being hugged by Qi Feng, Luo Qiubai's mind would flash through the red waves that night, and he would step back instantly as if he was electrocuted.

"I'm just looking for something to eat. We can't starve to death on the bed on the third day of our wedding, right?"

Qi Feng snorted, being pleased by "three days of newlyweds".

After pressing Luo Qiubai on the bed, covering him with the quilt, he pushed open the door of the bedroom and walked out.

After a while, Qi Feng came in with a steaming bowl and two pairs of chopsticks in his hand.

With one face paralyzed, he walked up to Luo Qiubai with a strange expression, and passed the bowl over, "Eat."

Luo Qiubai froze for a moment, lowered his gaze to look at the contents in the bowl, and to be honest...he was taken aback.

Is the dark, sticky, and smelly thing in this bowl really edible?

"...What is this?" Luo Qiubai tried his best to make himself laugh naturally.

"Porridge." Qi Feng's expression became even weirder, with an expression of "you didn't see it".

Luo Qiubai coughed uncontrollably, and his stomach ached from hunger when he saw this thing, "Isn't it okay for us to eat noodles? Don't think I have a fever, but my hands and feet are very fast. I used to squirt when I lived alone. Noodles, don't you really want to try?"

He would rather drag his sore waist to cook noodles than eat this bowl of "porridge".

"It's fine if you don't eat, let's order takeaway." Qi Feng's expression turned cold in an instant, and he put the bowl aside with a "bang", and there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

"Wait a minute." Luo Qiubai grabbed his wrist and asked tentatively, "Did you make this porridge yourself?"

"do not know."

Looking at Qi Feng's cold expression, Luo Qiubai suddenly felt a little touched for some reason.

When he was young, his mother died early, and his father wanted to earn money to support the family. He never ate a hot soup and hot meal made by his parents. Everything was done by himself. Box lunch, later with Meng Liangchen, he was busy, he was busier than himself, let alone wash his hands and make soup for him.

The memories of the past overlapped with the present moment, poking at Luo Qiubai's softest nerve.

The first man to cook for him turned out to be Qi Feng who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, his big benefactor and... spouse.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qi Feng snorted and started looking for a takeaway phone. Luo Qiubai pressed his hand and smiled, "Forget it. It's good to drink some liquid food."

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl and chopsticks and poured a mouthful into his mouth.

The taste was so bad that it couldn't be described as unpalatable, but Luo Qiubai swallowed it anyway and took a second sip into his mouth.

Qi Feng watched him eat what he had made for the first time, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he grabbed it to drink it arrogantly, but he almost spat it out without swallowing a mouthful.

"Don't eat it, give it to me quickly." He blocked it violently.

Luo Qiubai swallowed the last bite into his stomach, held up the empty bowl and said, "No more, Master Qi, if you want to eat, just make another bowl."

Qi Feng paused, staring at Luo Qiubai's still hot and flushed face and the smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaved a few times, and he frowned without any sign, as if fighting against himself, he cursed secretly , suddenly grabbed Luo Qiubai's head, and blocked his mouth without hesitation.

"!" The defenseless Luo Qiubai was stunned, there was no time to react.

Qi Feng's tongue pried in and licked all the porridge left in his mouth.

Luo Qiubai resisted subconsciously, but finally raised his hand reluctantly, and a voice in his heart told him that he could not refuse the request of the benefactor, nor did he have the face to refuse.

The scene of entanglement on the wedding night rushed into their heads, making both of them unable to breathe steadily.

There was the sound of tsk tsk water, and Luo Qiubai was almost suffocated by the kiss.

At this time, Qi Feng let him go, his black pupils were like hunting falcons, and he no longer had the previous irascibility and duplicity.

Luo Qiu's scalp was numb, and he twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly. He picked up a random topic to break the embarrassment. Take your medicine."

Qi Feng shook his head, still staring at him for a moment, "No need to eat."

Luo Qiubai raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and then he heard the man say in a low voice, "You are my medicine."

Luo Qiubai's face turned completely red for the first time.

How could the big bird monster's level of love talk be so high!