Another strategy? If the target is the enemy, then it's fine.

But after picking up the phone, he discovered, to his rare surprise, that the screen was not broken.

I don't know when the carpet was laid on the floor, and all the places that are easily bumped are covered with a layer of protective cover.

You can tell whose masterpieces these are without even looking at them.

I didn’t expect that Lu Yu’an is still quite reliable at this time.

The cell phone issue isn't a big deal.

He had just poured himself a glass of water when his hand shook and the water spilled.

He fully realized that there was always something in this world that was against him. If his cell phone was not broken, there must be new things waiting for him.

Just like the water now.

The water spilled on the carpet, and the white carpet was wet. Wen Wen felt upset when he saw it.

He didn't want to clean up the mess and was afraid of another accident, so he simply called Lu Yu'an.

"Awake?" The call was connected quickly, and Lu Yu'an said, "I was just about to send it to you."

"Then hurry up." After saying this, we realized that our voices sounded like Donald Duck in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

If he were to perform a fairy tale now, he could just say a few words and the children counting ducks would be able to count him in.

"There are a few ducks in front of the door, quacking, quacking, quacking, too many to count, and finally add Wen Wen."

"Are you sick?"

The abnormality in Wen Wen's voice was too obvious, and one could tell without much guessing that he was not feeling well.

"I'll go up now, you take a good rest."

Wen Wen fell ill after just two hours of not seeing each other.

There have been frequent minor bumps and bruises these past few days, and now he's sick. He always feels that there is something he can't control that's secretly manipulating them from behind.

He didn't know what that thing was, let alone why it suddenly appeared at this time, and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.

People are always afraid of the unknown, especially the unknown that is not in their best interest.

He went to get the thermometer before going upstairs.

Wen Wen's face was ruddy. His skin was originally fair, and this abnormal red was particularly obvious at this moment.

"Do you have a fever? Have you taken your temperature?"

Wen Wen shook his head and didn't even want to say anything at this moment.

"I knew you would secretly lower the thermostat after I left, so when you fell asleep, I secretly raised it a little bit. Why did you still get sick?"

It’s not like Wen Wen hasn’t had a fever before. Although he was weak when he had a fever before, he wasn’t so weak that he didn’t even want to talk like he was today.

He weakly gave Lu Yu'an the middle finger.

"Take your temperature first. Don't eat the cake yet. I'll make you some porridge later. If you're sick, your appetite won't be very good, but you have to eat."

Wen Wen pointed to his mouth and looked at the cup that fell on the carpet. Lu Yu'an understood instantly and poured Wen Wen another glass of water.

If it were the same as in the past, Wen Wen would definitely take it. At that time before, he felt that it was a bit awkward for two grown men to feed water like this, but now he was afraid of another accident, so he hesitated to take the water.

"Then shall I feed you?"

Wen Wen nodded weakly.

Lu Yu'an's movements were very gentle. He considerately stroked the back of Wen Wen's head with his right hand to prevent it from falling, and with his other hand he just held the cup and slowly poured it down.

He knew that Wen Wen was weak at the moment, so he didn't dare to use too much force.

"It's so hot." Lu Yu'an touched his forehead and said, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"I don't really want to go to the hospital." Wen Wen said sullenly, "I want to sleep."

"Is it okay to sleep in the car? I'll take your temperature later in the car."

"I do not want to go."

Because of the fever, his voice was low, as if he was acting coquettishly, or showing weakness.

Lu Yu calmed him down and said, "If you don't want to go to the hospital now, if you faint later, the ambulance will come to take you."

Wen Wen was even more unwilling to see that kind of scene.

“…But I just don’t want to go to the hospital.”

"Can you tell me why?"

He and Wen Wen have known each other for such a long time, but Wen Wen has rarely been sick, and he has never accompanied Wen Wen to the hospital. After knowing each other for so long, he never knew that Wen Wen would have a fear of hospitals.

"Can I not say it?"

Lu Yu'an stared at him but didn't say anything.

It is said that sick people are different from normal people. Sick people will show weakness, but the sick person in front of me seems to be acting like a spoiled child.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I just don't want to go. Why do I need a reason?"

"If you are sick, you must go get treatment. If you don't want to go, I will knock you out later."

Wen Wen: “…”

What a cruel way.

"Actually, I think I'm almost well now. There's really no need to go to the hospital. I can just get some sleep."

He wanted to act like he was talkative as usual, but he didn't realize that his vocal cords felt like they were being run over by wheels and they hurt after he spoke a few words.

This was not common sense. He knew so many people, but none of them developed a fever, a sore throat, and felt uncomfortable all over after sleeping for two hours like him.

Everything seemed to be going at double speed, even faster than this miserable life.

"Take a nap by yourself?" Lu Yu'an was almost amused by him. "When you wake up, do you think you are still in this world? Or do you think you are so lucky that you can compete with the King of Hell? This is your own body. You have your own feelings about it. You know how uncomfortable your body is. You know whether you need treatment or not. But why are you unwilling to understand even though you can understand it?"

Wen Wen was bombarded with a series of long words from him, and he began to feel aggrieved for some reason. Obviously, Lu Yu'an took into consideration that he was injured and spoke gently, but for some reason, he could hear a blame in Lu Yuan's mouth.

Even though the other person cared about him, he couldn't help but shed tears at this moment.

He didn’t know if it was because of his illness that stimulated him. He didn’t want to cry, but the tears just couldn’t stop flowing.

“I just don’t want to go to the hospital.”

This was one of the few times Wen Wen cried in front of him. Sometimes, he thought he had a heart of stone, but would instantly give in when he saw something.

He used his wrists and feet to wipe away the tears from the corners of Wen Wen's eyes, trying to continue to make Wen Wen happy in a joking tone, "Why are you crying? What are you crying for? Didn't we agree that men don't cry easily? If you don't want to go to the hospital, then don't go. Let's not go to the hospital, okay? Didn't you say you will be my big brother from now on? How can you cry in front of your little brother?"

"Lu Yu'an, you are too much, you bully me."

Once Lu Yu'an tried to coax him, his tears began to fall like free pearls.

He could have comforted himself, paid for his bad emotions, and eliminated his bad emotions by himself, but once someone started to comfort him, he would not be able to control his emotions. He clearly wanted to restrain himself and wanted to continue crying, but his body's reaction was very honest.

He didn't want to be like this, and he didn't want to make others worry, but he just couldn't control his emotions.

Seeing that Wen Wen cried harder the more he coaxed him, Lu Yu'an stopped wiping the tears from his eyes. He moved closer to Wen Wen and suddenly asked him, "Can I hug you?"

Without waiting for Wen Wen to agree, he took the initiative to hug Wen Wen in his arms.

Lu Yuan said: "Don't hate me."

"You're really too much. I told you I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Well, then let's not go to the hospital, okay? Let's take your temperature first. If you have a fever, I'll go get you some medicine, okay?"

Wen Wen didn't say anything else, he just lay on Lu Yu'an and cried, his tears couldn't stop. Lu Yu'an just patted his back lightly to comfort him. Wen Wen didn't say anything, he just let him cry.

Let him express his most repressed emotions.

Wen Wen was almost crushed by the bad luck he had received these past few days. Nothing he did went his way, as if living in this world was a mistake.

It was as if everything he did was wrong, and as if being with Lu Yu'an was also an incorrect choice.

The greatest misfortune was weighing on him. He dared not even breathe, for fear that he might make a mistake by accident or encounter something else.

He was under tremendous pressure, and now he was sick. All these grievances came together and finally burst out at this moment.

He didn't want to say it before because he felt that he shouldn't let such a small matter affect other people's mood, and he shouldn't waste Lu Yu'an's time again because of such a small matter and make him coax him again.

He shouldn't let the other party get upset over such a small matter, so he behaved as usual in front of Lu Yu'an, and sometimes even responded with a word or two with a smile.

But as time goes by, the feeling of grievance becomes more and more intense, and will eventually burst out. Being sick at this moment is the best outlet for it.

"I don't want to go to the hospital because when I was a kid, my dad was sick and my mom couldn't find him, so my grandma would beat me in the hospital. I don't like going to the hospital."

So in his previous life, he seldom went to the hospital unless he encountered a serious illness.

There is another reason why he doesn't like going to the hospital. He doesn't like to trouble others. Every time he goes to the hospital for an IV drip, he is alone. He still can't forget that feeling of loneliness.

Every time I went to the hospital I was alone.

Without anyone's company.

He didn't even know who else to tell the news of his illness besides Lu Yu'an, and who could truly care about him.

He didn't know all this, and he was sick at the time, and was in a bad mood. Every time he went to the hospital, he was in a low mood. Over time, he didn't want to step into a place like a hospital again.

"That was a long time ago. Such things won't happen again now." Lu Yu'an patted him on the back gently. "Wen Wen, I'll be here from now on."

"Who wants you to be here all the time?" Wen Wen sniffed and pushed Lu Yu'an away, with the tsundere look on his face that he knew. "Why don't you go get me some paper? Be careful or I'll rub my tears and snot all over your clothes, and you won't be able to wash them clean."

"As you command." Seeing that he was calm, Lu Yu'an helped him wipe the tears from his eyes before taking out the thermometer. "The electronic thermometer we had at home seems to be broken, so the measured value is not very accurate. Use this one first. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll buy you some medicine later."

Wen Wen said "Oh". He was crying because he was too emotional just now. Now some time has passed. The more he thought about what happened just now, the more embarrassed he felt.

What was he doing just now? Did he bow his head in front of Lu Yu'an? Did he admit that he was not good enough in front of Lu Yu'an?

What if Lu Yu'an leaves a bad impression on him (crybaby version)? What should he do? How should he face Lu Yu'an in the future?

What if in Lu Yuan's heart, I am always an idiot who will cry at the next second?

Because of embarrassment, he didn't dare to look at Lu Yu'an again. He crawled back into his quilt and buried his head in it.

But it didn't go in thoroughly enough, and a few hairs were left outside.

The exposed aho-hair looks particularly cute.

"When your temperature is taken, I'll come up to call you. If anything goes wrong later, call me first. Don't face it alone. You can also call me if you want a drink of water. If you can't stand steadily and need to go to the toilet, you can also call me. If you have any problems, come to me. I'll go make porridge for you first."

Wen Wen's muffled voice came from inside the quilt: "I know, go away, I want to rest."

If 008 were still here, he would have to question 008, whether 008 had done something to him, why he seemed to have violated the heaven's rules in the past few days, with bad luck and it felt like he would step on dog shit every time he went out.

If he had known that he was so unlucky, he would have bought a lottery ticket. He would have let Lu Yu'an not choose whatever he chose. Would he still have to worry about not having money to spend in the future?

Because of the fever and severe headache, he soon fell asleep with the thermometer interposed between his legs. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Yu'an looking at him with the thermometer in his hand.

Seeing him wake up, Lu Yu'an said, "I didn't measure the weight just now, and the temperature here is not even 36 degrees."

It might be because he accidentally loosened it when he was sleeping, so the accurate value could not be measured.

Before he could say anything, he heard Lu Yu'an say, "It was my own fault for not thinking it through. I shouldn't have used this thermometer to measure your body temperature when I knew you were sick. I just went to borrow a thermometer from next door and took your temperature."

Wen Wen heard his own dry voice: "How much?"

"39."

Wen Wen: “!”

How much? 39?

No, he only used the air conditioner for a while and his fever reached 39 degrees. Is this reasonable? Is this really reasonable?

Could it be that he had a face-to-face encounter with the god of death?