House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 127 – You’re Already Big

Mo Fei’s face was a little flush. Earlier, Yang Yi thought she was hot and asked Mo Fei, but Mo Fei told him not to turn the air conditioner lower.

“I’m a little cold.” Mo Fei’s words at that time were still ringing in Yang Yi’s ears.

Yang Yi, who felt that something was wrong, was now observing her carefully. It wasn’t a normal flush, and it wasn’t a lighting problem. It was a kind of flush similar to Plateau Red[1], but also a bit like the flush of someone who couldn’t really drink alcohol, caused by telangiectasia[2]!

“What’s the matter?” Yang Yi suddenly staring at her intently made Mo Fei feel a little uncomfortable, but she was so dizzy that she couldn’t pick up the spirit to think about it.

Suddenly, Yang Yi stood up, stretched out his arms across the table, and touched Mo Fei’s forehead.

Mo Fei was instantly dumbfounded. It was just like she was being wall slam[3]. She looked foolishly at Yang Yi, while he looked at her in concern.

Next to them, Xixi was watching what was happening with her big eyes wide open, but her two small hands were holding a chicken wing and, she was eating it diligently; her mouth didn’t stop.

Yang Yi’s expression was very serious. He checked the temperature of Mo Fei’s forehead. It was boiling hot. There was obviously a problem. He couldn’t help scolding, “Why is it so hot?”

“Hot?” Mo Fei asked dazedly.

Yang Yi put down the chopsticks in his left hand, went around the table, gently held Mo Fei’s head, and then touched her forehead to make sure. He asked reproachfully “it’s very hot. Why didn’t you say you had a fever?”

Mo Fei’s head was really dizzy. When she was held by Yang Yi, she couldn’t even think of struggling. On the contrary, she seemed to find support in Yang Yi’s arms, and her head became even more dizzy: “Fever? Um… I have?”

When Mo Fei came back from Beijing today, she felt a little tired. She also thought that she was too tired these days. She told Mo Xiaojuan about it. She also asked Mo Xiaojuan if she had bags under her eyes. She thought that, maybe, she hasn’t been getting enough sleep?

Mo Xiaojuan smiled and comforted her at that time: “Big Sister, your face is ruddy! This is the color of health, the taste of happiness! Hurry up, go to brother-in-law and let him moisten you again!”

At that time, Mo Fei still had the strength to chase Mo Xiaojuan, who made such a remark, but she had no idea why she was tired, and it wasn’t because she was worn out or lack of sleep…

“You really have a fever! Ai, what can I say about you? You’re already big[4], and you don’t know if you have a fever.” Yang Yi looked at Mo Fei’s listless appearance, and was very worried. He suddenly bent down and picked Mo Fei up.

“No, dizzy…” Mo Fei pouted as she felt wronged and was going to retort, but the sudden feeling of flying in the clouds startled her. She subconsciously stretched out her two slender arms and hugged Yang Yi’s neck tightly, afraid of falling off.

Yang Yi just carried her to the sofa, then turned around to take out the medical kit he had hidden in his house. He pulled out the mercury thermometer, shook it, and placed it under Mo Fei’s armpit himself.

“Wait a minute and see how many degrees it is!” Yang Yi sat on the sofa next to her and said unhappily, “If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me earlier! When I touched you just now, it was so hot that I could boil an egg.”

“Don’t scold me anymore!” Mo Fei covered her eyes and said aggrieved. Her voice was feeble, and her lips were pale and bloodless.

“What’s wrong with Mama?” Xixi’s mouth was covered with oil and her hands were dirty. She climbed down from her chair, ran over, and asked.

“Your Mama is sick! She should have a fever.” Yang Yi quick eyes and hands caught Xixi’s small hands that still had traces of sauce, and she was about to put them on the sofa.

Yang Yi took his daughter to the bathroom to wash her hands and wipe her face. “Are you full?”

“I’m full!” Xixi pointed to her bulging belly and said with a smile, “Look, Papa! It’s so big!”

Yang Yi didn’t mind it too much. If Mo Fei saw it, she would surely say that the little girl was not being reserved!

“Papa, Papa!” On her way out, Xixi took his father’s hand, placed it on her forehead and shouted, “Papa, check if Xixi is sick.”

She had just seen the scene of her father checking the temperature of her mother’s forehead with his hand, and thought there was some magical detection in it.

Yang Yi amusingly rubbed the little girl’s airy bangs[5] and said, “Well, you’re not sick. Go and play. Papa has to take care of Mama!”

Xixi nodded obediently, but she didn’t go to play by herself. She just held her big baby bear and looked at her mother and father.

“38.8 degrees! It’s almost 39 degrees!” Yang Yi frowned.

“That’s fine.” Mo Fei did her best to smile, looked at Xixi with concern and said, “It’s not serious. I’ll just get some sleep.”

“How can that be? How long have you had a fever? If you don’t cool down, your temperature will only get higher and higher later!” Yang Yi shook his head and said, “No, I have to take you to the hospital!”

“No, not to the hospital.” Mo Fei reacted strongly.

“I’ll put some makeup on you, and no one will recognize you!” Yang Yi thought Mo Fei was worried about exposing her identity.

“No, I won’t go to the hospital!” Mo Fei curled up on the sofa, like a little girl, and grievingly said, “it’s only 38 degrees. I don’t want to go to the hospital. If I go, I will get an injection…”

Yang Yi understood. She was afraid of the injection!

Just when Yang Yi felt angry and funny, Xixi ran over. She carried the big baby bear over with difficulty and said intimately, “Mama, Xixi will give you the big baby bear, okay? As long as you hold the big baby bear, you will soon be all right.”

Feeling happy, Mo Fei rubbed her daughter’s little face, but Yang Yi still asked Xixi to take the big baby bear away: “Xixi, your mother is sick now! She needs a quiet, and ventilated environment. The baby bear is too big, and it will be very hot to hold.”

Since Mo Fei didn’t want to go to the hospital, Yang Yi had to think of another way.

Bandaging or simply dealing with trauma, Yang Yi was an expert. In his medical kit, there were many spare bandages and medicines. Although these were not likely to be used, just in case, Yang Yi still prepared for himself medical equipment and sufficient medicine that could remove bullets and bandage the wound in case of being shot.

However, Yang Yi was not very good at treating fever. There were no ordinary antipyretic medicines[6] at home – There was a special drug that forces temperature to decrease, but it does a lot of damage to the body, so of course he couldn’t give it to Mo Fei!

So, Yang Yi had to go out to buy medicine. He didn’t even clean up the messy cutlery on the table – This was something that he couldn’t bear before.

By the time Yang Yi returned with the medicine, Mo Fei had fallen asleep on the sofa.

Yang Yi woke her up and coaxed her to drink the medicine: “After drinking it, have a good sleep. Don’t worry, you’ll be better by tomorrow!”

Mo Fei’s consciousness was a little blurred. She only felt that she leaned against Yang Yi’s arms, drank the medicine, and then, like flying through the clouds, was carried by Yang Yi to the guest room where he slept… Finally, in the warm blanket, Mo Fei fell into a deep sleep.