Chapter 127 Extra: Xia Mi's Christmas Strategy (Part )

God knows why the Dragon King still caught a bad cold!
Lu Mingfei took the thermometer out of Xia Mi's warm armpit and turned it towards the incandescent light. Xia Mi stretched half of her arm out from under the quilt, opened her small hand to block the dazzling light in front of her eyes, and pursed her lips stubbornly:
"What's the temperature..."

"39.1 degrees." Lu Mingfei looked at the mercury scale and said expressionlessly, "It was 38.9 degrees an hour ago, which is 0.2 degrees higher than before."

"Ah, how could this happen! I wanted to go to the Christmas party tonight!"

Xia Mi, curled up in the quilt, stretched out her two white and tender arms and waved them in protest like the employees on strike at the Chicago station. The next moment, Lu Mingfei pressed her body down and pushed her back into the quilt.

"Forget about your performance at the party."

Lu Mingfei held Xia Mi's soft arm and stuffed it back into the quilt without saying anything. "I don't think the fever will go away for a while. I can only ask Miaomiao and the others to take some photos of you and bring them back to you."

After tucking the quilt for Xia Mi again, Lu Mingfei shook out the mercury from the thermometer in his hand, put it back into the temperature box, put it away, and then pressed it under Xia Mi's pillow.

"Am I the only one at home?" Xia Mi's flushed face was half hidden under the quilt, revealing a pair of half-open golden eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly under the fever-reducing patch.

"I won't go to the party either. I'll stay at home with you."

Lu Mingfei rubbed Xia Mi's hair. Xia Mi curled up her neck and closed her eyes like a kitten, feeling so comfortable that she wanted to snore.

"Cover yourself up and have a good sleep. I'll come back to take your temperature in an hour."

"Ah."

Xiaolongnu nodded slightly.

The light was turned off with a click, and darkness fell. Lu Mingfei was bathed in the light coming in from the door. Xia Mi tried to open her eyes and watched the figure retreat out of the door. The light carefully retreated along with the closing door.

The night is all round.

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away. Xia Mi turned over and stopped looking in the direction of the door.

In front of her was a huge bay window. This was Lu Mingfei's room, Lu Mingfei's bed, and the quilt still had a faint scent of men's shower gel. The curtains of the bay window were not drawn, and on the windowsill were several pillows with Rilakkuma patterns and a doll, also of Rilakkuma. These were all brought from BJ's home.

She would often lean on these pillows and hold her dolls to harass Lu Mingfei. Sometimes she would sneak into this room alone and sit on the windowsill of the bay window.

This window is smaller than the one in her BJ home, but the same sunset falls through it in the evening.

When playing Xia Mi becomes a habit, the boundary between dragon nature and human nature becomes blurred. I don’t know whether it becomes blurred instantly or is a gradual process.

She only knew that sometimes she couldn't tell whether she was herself or Him.

On Christmas Eve, snowflakes were floating outside the window. The snow in the south was very small, unlike in BJ, where a pile of white paper pieces fell, just like the high school students tearing up their books and throwing them down during graduation season. She stared at the scene for a while, then reached out to touch her neck, which was still very hot, so she retracted her hand.

Xia Mi closed her eyes and felt that she must be the worst Dragon King in history.

She wanted to seduce someone, but ended up getting herself into trouble; she dragged someone to go swimming in the winter, but ended up getting a fever first. She didn't know if there had been any other dragons that had fallen in love with someone, but it was her first time. But she felt that her Dragon King had a high fever, and she thought it was probably the only one.

Although he claims to be the smartest among the four monarchs, and all his attribute points are in wisdom, his body is not that bad! After all, after the dragon transformation, his body can still carry a train. It's not that he would have a high fever after soaking in the Chunshen River for a few minutes at minus five degrees.

She frowned and wanted to sigh, but she felt that this was not in line with the dignified demeanor of a dragon king, so she held her breath and continued to fight against the irritation in her heart. Her breathing gradually became heavier and then gradually returned to normal.

She fell asleep.

……

Only when it snows does Christmas really feel like Christmas.

Lu Mingfei pulled out a stool and sat on the balcony, looking at the snow through the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand.

He rented this house when he was a freshman in high school. When he went to BJ with Su Xiaoqiang and others to study in the preparatory class in his sophomore year, he did not give it up and later simply bought it.

The area was not small, but it was a bit tight for five people to live in. They could only take turns sleeping. Sometimes Su Xiaoqiang and Liu Miaomiao slept together, and sometimes Chen Wenwen and Liu Miaomiao slept together. Sometimes other people would come, and the girls were very close to each other, so he had to give up the master bedroom and sleep on the sofa outside.

The milk gradually cooled down, and he took a sip. It was now just the right temperature for drinking.

He actually doesn't have the habit of drinking milk, but Liu Miaomiao and Chen Wenwen both have it. He makes milk for them both every night, and it has become a muscle memory.

Just now, after comforting Xia Mi to sleep, he habitually made some milk. After making it, he remembered that Liu Miaomiao and the others were out tonight, attending the Christmas party of Shilan Middle School. Liu Miaomiao was going to perform a solo piano at the party, and the song she played was "The Last Wedding". Su Xiaoqiang and Chen Wenwen accompanied her as honorary alumni.

The little angel is the only one among the three who doesn't drink milk. She likes to drink. The refrigerator is filled with all kinds of foreign liquors that she bought with a wave of her hand, from red wine to champagne to tequila, from France, Belgium, Germany and everything else.

He told Su Xiaoqiang that we would not be back for long, we would just come back to perform as outstanding alumni at the Christmas party, and we would have to go back to BJ to continue our preparatory course in a few days. But the little goddess pouted and said that the wine would not go bad, so it didn't matter if we bought too much. Besides, we would stay here every year when we come back, so we could just save it.

Before he finished his milk, the laptop on the dining table started to beep and the girl in the baseball cap flashed slightly.

Chen Wenwen sent herself a few photos. The first one was a candid shot of the little goddess's profile, the next one was a picture of Su Xiaoqiang hiding from the camera, and the next ones were Chen Wenwen's own beautiful selfies, and photos of her and Su Xiaoqiang. There were also some photos with girls whose names she didn't know but looked familiar. They should be friends they met at Shilan Middle School.

The pixels of mobile phones in 2007 meant that the photos were not very clear, but the distorted blur gave them a mysterious and beautiful filter.

The latest photo is of Liu Miaomiao. In such a cold day, she is only wearing a slim-fitting white evening dress made of silk, which is floor-length and only has a slit cut on the side, revealing her snow-white and slender legs. She is wearing a pair of white high heels. She is standing on the stage and preparing to bow to the audience, looking elegant and generous.

The picture was captioned: "Look Mingfei, Miaomiao is on stage!"

Lu Mingfei straightened his laptop keyboard and was about to type a reply when the alarm on his phone suddenly rang.

After an hour, he went to the room to take Xia Mi's temperature again.

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(End of this chapter)