A Thousand Ways for a Fragile Male Insect to Train an S-Class Sentinel[MTL]

Chapter 6 Is He a Guide?

It's hot. Very hot.

　　It felt like her blood was boiling, and Qi Zhexue couldn't help but twisting her body on the cold ground, trying to cool down her body.

　　But unfortunately, he was quickly picked up from the ground.

　　"Hmm..."

　　Qi Zhexue frowned and was about to express his dissatisfaction, but then a cold cylindrical object was stuffed into his slightly open mouth.

　　Qi Zhexue didn't know what it was, but he still obediently put the thing that smelled of disinfectant into his mouth. He seemed to hear two people surrounding him, and their voices seemed to say "you have a fever" and "the temperature is too high, and there are not enough antipyretic drugs on the spacecraft", and occasionally there was the rustling sound of bedding.

　　There was a soft and warm quilt under him. Qi Zhexue seemed to smell a very faint aroma of Jade Mountain Anise mixed with mint. He liked this smell a little bit. He couldn't help rubbing it on the pillow, humming comfortably, like a weak cub.

　　As he was feeling a little dizzy from the fever, he soon fell asleep.

　　When he woke up, Xu Tingzhi was sitting next to him, reaching out to touch his forehead.

　　Qi Zhexue hadn't reacted yet, but her body had already instinctively moved over, and she said vaguely in a baby voice:

　　"Brother, I'm hungry."

　　"......." Xu Tingzhi's body froze when Qi Zhexue rubbed against him. It took him a long while to relax. With a sour face, he helped Qi Zhexue up from the bed:

　　"Squeamish."

　　Qi Zhexue didn't dare to say a word.

　　"Have some porridge." Xu Tingzhi didn't look at him. He put his arm around Qi Zhexue and handed him the bowl of porridge on the table with the other hand.

　　"Did my brother cook this for me?" Qi Zhexue asked in surprise.

　　"Just by the way...I'm hungry too." Xu Tingzhi said uncomfortably.

　　Xu Tingzhi brought the bowl over, intending to let Qi Zhexue eat by herself, but unexpectedly Qi Zhexue came over as a matter of course, like a kitten licking water, putting his lips to the edge of the bowl, eagerly waiting for Xu Tingzhi.

　　Xu Tingzhi: "........"

　　He said woodenly, "I don't serve anyone."

　　Qi Zhexue raised her head, smiled a little embarrassedly, and said softly and coquettishly:

　　"But brother, I don't have the strength."

　　"......"

　　Qi Zhexue waited for a while, and then Xu Tingzhi stuffed the porridge spoon into his mouth with a sour face.

　　Qi Zhexue finished his porridge contentedly and lay down again.

　　He was half asleep, but suddenly he remembered something and sat up again, looking at Xu Tingzhi's back as he cleaned up the porridge bowls with a sullen face:

　　"Brother, I feel bad."

　　Xu Tingzhi's patience was about to run out, and he slammed the bowl onto the table with a bang, his face showing signs of impending disaster:

　　"What's wrong with you?"

　　Qi Zhexue: "My body is wet and uncomfortable."

　　"Then you will suffer."