After the divorce, I was spoiled by the little wolf dog husband

Chapter 234 If you don't have a fever, it's time to go on your honeymoon now!

Thinking so, he glanced at Lu Shiyao who was drinking his porridge with his head down, a flash of embarrassment quickly flashed across his face.

After looking away with some guilt, he lowered his eyes and searched online.

In the blink of an eye, posts popped up one after another.

[I booked a love hotel, put myself in a huge gift box, and asked my husband to remove the bow by himself. 】

[Wearing a set of sexy pajamas, and tied a butterfly ribbon around her neck, hee hee... My husband was so excited to unwrap presents, but the next day my bones and frame were all broken, woo...]

[My husband has a little eccentricity, and always thinks that I play role-playing with him, such as the big bad wolf and the little rabbit, the doctor and the little nurse (so shy), we have all played.All sisters who understand understand? ! 】

……

Seeing that one post is more explicit than the other, I unconsciously substituted that picture in my mind...

In an instant, Ye Lan's ears turned red, her heart beat irregularly, she hurriedly exited the webpage and locked the phone.

Just when her little heart was still "pounding", suddenly, a weak and slightly hoarse voice sounded beside her.

"What are you looking at? Your face is flushed."

Her body trembled suddenly, and she subconsciously exclaimed, her almond eyes widened and she looked at him, her heart beating like a drum, as if it was about to burst her eardrums.

Even knowing the distance, he shouldn't be able to see anything.

But after all, what she just watched was a sour topic, as if the picture was still playing in front of her eyes, how could she not feel guilty? !

"No... what, you finished eating so quickly?"

After glancing at him pretending to be calm, he lowered his head to wipe his hair.

"I don't want to eat, I can't eat."

Lu Shiyao narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at her condescendingly for several times.

Seeing that she seemed to be normal, she let go of her doubts and went up to help her brush her hair.

"no, I'm fine."

Ye Lan dodged back, shook her head hastily, then stood up and held his hand.

"You just have a fever, and you are still weak. You should rest on the bed for a while, and don't get out of bed in a hurry."

While speaking, he was pulled to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"You accompany me."

Lu Shiyao took her fair and smooth little hand and squeezed it.

He looked up at her slightly, curled his eyelashes and blinked, expectantly.

"I haven't eaten yet."

She was hungry, and the two of them were lying on the same bed, so she could easily think of certain pictures that had been substituted.

"I'm waiting for you."

He was not feeling well, so he just wanted to hug her, as if this could fill the feeling of emptiness brought about by his physical discomfort.

Although the fever subsided, the whole person was still weak and unable to lift his spirits.

And... I faintly feel a little hot again.

In the afternoon, Lu Shiyao really had a fever again.

This time Ye Lan was mentally prepared, so she wasn't so worried.

The private doctor had explained before that for a person like him who rarely gets sick, the tossing time of one illness may be longer than those who often suffer from minor colds, and the body is more uncomfortable.

Recurring fevers are also normal.

She took his temperature, took antipyretics, and wiped his body almost every four or five hours.

After repeated two days, until the third day, the interval of fever was lengthened.

And in the past few days, Lu Shiyao has also shown his coquettish clinginess to the fullest.

He thought the porridge cooked by the chef was not tasty, and wanted to eat the porridge cooked by his wife.

As long as he is willing to eat, Ye Lan is naturally willing to cook.

However, he did it again and wanted to eat, but he didn't want his wife to leave him.

Ye Lan had no choice but to lead him downstairs again, let him sit in the kitchen and watch her cook porridge.

In fact, the chef was also specially invited from Huaguo. The porridge he cooked was delicious and nutritious, and the taste was much better than what she cooked.

But this young master insisted on belittling the chef's cooking as worthless.

What my wife makes is delicious and clean.

And that's not counting, as long as he is awake, he has to follow her to the door when she goes to the toilet or takes a shower, but she still blocks her at the door.

Going to the toilet is okay, the time is short.

Take a shower at night, and that'll break her down.

She had just finished taking off her clothes in the shower, when he stood at the door, leaning on the door frame and yelling at her, "wife, wife".

If she hadn't insisted, he would have moved a small bench and sat outside the shower.

She wants him to shut up.

But looking at him looking sickly and pitifully looking at himself, his lips moved, and he really couldn't speak.

After another two days of tossing like this, he finally stopped having a fever, and his complexion looked much better.

Early in the morning, Ye Lan saw that the sun was just right outside the window, and it wouldn't be too hot, so she suggested:

"I'll accompany you to the garden for a walk, bask in the sun, stay in the room every day, and I'm bored."

Lu Shiyao lazily leaned against the head of the bed, squinted his eyes and glanced out the window, and gave a soft "um".

A moment later, Ye Lan was wearing a long casual dress, walking in a sea of ​​flowers behind the castle, holding Lu Shiyao's arm.

The morning sun shone on the two of them, and they felt that even their bones were warm.

"Ah, it's comfortable! People are getting moldy these days, and it's time to go to get rid of the mold."

Ye Lan took a deep breath, and the rich and elegant flower fragrance mixed with the smell of sunshine, inhaled into the nasal cavity, instantly refreshing.

Lu Shiyao put one hand in his pocket and let his wife hold it, and raised the other hand to block the glare of the sun.

"What's the date today?"

I have a fever for the past few days, and I feel dizzy day by day, and even the time is blurred.

He was confused, but Ye Lan was not: "It's August [-]th, what's wrong?"

Lu Shiyao was slightly startled, then stopped, and faced Ye Lan with a depressed expression on his face: "If you don't have a fever, you should be on your honeymoon by now."

There are only twenty days left before the wedding ceremony. Although it was all arranged by Sister An An, she must go back in advance to make preparations.

Thinking that the good time was delayed by his fever, a gloom welled up in my heart.

When Ye Lan heard it, she couldn't laugh or cry: "That's something that can't be helped, no one thought it would happen."

Lu Shiyao was still uneasy: "I don't have a burn now, I can go tomorrow, play for another week, and we will go back."

"But you're just getting better now, and your body hasn't recovered well, so it's not suitable for you to play."

She also felt a little pity, but she couldn't ignore his body.

Lu Shiyao said in a low tone, "We're not going to trek across mountains and rivers, so nothing will happen."

He thought his wife would compromise in the end, but he made a mistake!

"Forget it. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of your body. You don't want to look sick like this at the wedding, do you?"

Seeing that he was unmoved, he snorted softly from his nasal cavity.

Ye Lan sighed helplessly, suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she cleared her throat:

"Well, look at you, you are still so imaginary. What if you go on your honeymoon and don't take care of your body, the wedding night...cough...if it doesn't work..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that his complexion was getting darker and darker, a pair of long and narrow eyes stared at him resentfully, and the corners of his pale lips were tightly pursed.

She laughed awkwardly and continued to persuade:

"Heh...heh, don't you always think...well, look, even if you go on your honeymoon now, you can't...do it, can you?"

"It's better to take good care of your body during this time, and be a handsome and energetic groom on the wedding day, what do you think?"

he thinks?

Lu Shiyao snorted heavily, the words made her talk about this, how could he feel it?

If he continued to insist, wouldn't it be like what she said, during the wedding night in the bridal chamber, he didn't even have the strength to eat the meat he hadn't seen for a long time?