Trajectory 2: entangled curves

As Huang Cangran continued to massage Zhuge Qinuo, he felt a pain in the back of his head and swelling in his temples. Negative and negative equaled positive, and he found balance. Despite the discomfort, he still fell asleep.

Huang Cangran didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he was sure that Zhuge Qinuo was asleep. In fact, he was already a "frequent visitor" to Zhuge Qinuo's house, but it was his first time entering her bedroom.

The bedroom was not extremely tidy. For example, the cosmetics on her dressing table were not completely put in their place, and there were a few pieces of clothing scattered on the chaise longue. It was clean but a little messy, and it had a sense of life. There were no men's things in sight, and the room also had a "no stinky man smell" fragrance.

Huang Cangran sat on the floor beside her bed, closed his eyes and looked up. It had been a long time since they had been so close. He wanted to stay here with her for a while longer.

On the ground, with legs crossed, he tilted his head to observe her

"Normally he's as ferocious as a lobster. Now he's not on guard anymore, is he? He's much cuter when he's sleeping," he said to himself.

Seeing that her breathing was even, he stood up and left. He wanted to, but he couldn't stay there, for he was afraid that she would wake up and be embarrassed.

However, she slept a little too long. When it was time for dinner, there was still no sign of her coming back. When Huang Cangran went to see her again, the last thing she wanted to happen happened: Zhuge Qinuo was sick.

Seeing that she couldn't wake up, Huang Cangran touched her forehead. The temperature was so high that he didn't even need a thermometer to tell that she had a fever.

Huang Cangran suddenly felt a little scared. She was not afraid that Zhuge Qinuo would get the coronavirus and be infected by her, but she was afraid that she would suffer. She was even more afraid that she would become seriously ill and die as reported in the news.

"Nuo'er, Nuo'er!" He became more and more afraid and anxious. "Are you okay? You've been sleeping for a long time. Can you get up now? Nuo'er, Nuo'er?"

Zhuge Qinuo slowly woke up: "Don't scream, I'm still alive. I'm awake."

Huang Cangran couldn't help but ask: "What happened?"

"I'm done." Zhuge Qinuo's voice was weak, but he was still thinking of joking, "I'm sick and have a fever."

"Let's go to the hospital!" Huang Cangran suggested.

"No!" Zhuge Qinuo refused.

"Don't act like a child at this age. You've been burned so badly!" Huang Cangran touched her forehead.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Be gentle, how can you touch the forehead so hard?"

Huang Cangran: "Don't change the subject, let's go to the hospital."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Why? Are you afraid that I might get COVID-19 and infect you?"

If she wasn't sick now, Huang Cangran really wanted to flick her head: "Do you have a conscience? Or do you really think that I won't be sad no matter what you say?"

Zhuge Qinuo could see that Huang Cangran was really aggrieved this time, so he stopped being angry with him: "I have learned about the symptoms of COVID-19, but I don't have it. I must have caught a cold when I went out to argue with Yang Qian. I don't want to go to the hospital. I'm afraid of being arrested, Huang Cangran, I'm afraid."

Huang Cangran understood her refusal. After hearing what she said, she thought that if she really just had a common fever, but had to stay with those suspected cases, wouldn't that push her into the fire pit? Or, she would be arranged to be isolated in a single room with no one to take care of her.

In short, he couldn't bear it.

"By the way, I have a test strip. I'll go back and get it. If everything is fine, I'll take care of you. If...anyway, I'll go with you too. Don't worry, I won't leave you alone." Huang Cangran said as he turned around to get it, but stopped again.

He left and she was alone at home, and he was worried. Besides, he had just said that he would not leave her alone.

"Or, you can come to my house." Huang Cangran thought of a good idea.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Don't bother, just go get it. If I really am COVID-19..."

Huang Cangran: "Stop talking nonsense. My home or the hospital, you have to choose one."

Zhuge Qinuo didn't say anything. Huang Cangran helped her make the choice.

"You rest for a while." He said this and started to get busy.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't need to guess to know that he was helping her pack her things.

Ten minutes later, she heard him go out, come back, and then go into the house.

Huang Cangran came to her bed, leaned over, and put his hand into her quilt.

Zhuge Qinuo: "What are you doing?"

Huang Cangran: "Why are you so nervous? I'll carry you away!"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I'm not so sick that I can't even walk."

Huang Cangran: "You are so sick, as if you can still resist. Be good. If you have the strength, hug my neck."

Zhuge Qinuo: "I really can."

As she spoke, she slowly stood up and held her forehead.

Huang Cangran knew that it was difficult to change what she insisted on: "Okay, I'll help you, right?"

Zhuge Qinuo did not refuse.

"If Mibei wants to hug you, will you refuse?" Huang Cangran suddenly asked as they walked.

Zhuge Qinuo stopped and rolled his eyes at Huang Cangran: "If it's him, I won't see him."

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Huang Cangran didn't believe it: "So cruel?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I'm not cruel, I just don't want him to get hurt. I'm just pestering you."

Huang Cangran didn't feel jealous at all when he heard her words, but felt very happy instead.

He helped Zhuge Qinuo to the basement, put her in the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Maybach? Mr. Huang, I can't tell. Have you made a fortune?"

Huang Cangran: "You still have the energy to talk to me. You are not seriously ill."

He got in the driving seat and the car started.

When driving out of the basement and passing the guardhouse, Zhuge Qinuo suddenly noticed something wrong: "Huang Cangran?"

The voice was not right, Huang Cangran felt a little guilty: "What's wrong with your tone?"

"Let me ask you, didn't you say that you have no place to live here, and you had to either stay at your godmother's house or in a hotel?" Zhuge Qinuo said weakly.

"Yes!" Huang Cangran replied.

"So where are you going to take me now?" Zhuge Qinuo asked.

"Home!" Huang Cangran replied.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Which family?"

Huang Cangran: "My own home."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Then..."

Huang Cangran: "I didn't say I don't have a house here. I just don't want to live here. It's too far, too remote, and very lonely. It's just right for me to take you there to recuperate."

Zhuge Qinuo would not delve into it. His house was bought with his own money, so what to do with it and whether he wanted to live in it or not was actually none of her business.

"Thank you!" She closed her eyes and waited for him to drive calmly.

After a while, she fell asleep again.

The time she went out was already dinner time. It gets dark early in winter, so when she woke up, it was already completely dark.

Huang Cangran: "Falling asleep again?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "How long have we been driving? It's already dark."

Huang Cangran: "Not too long, about half an hour. Don't fall asleep again, we'll be there soon."