Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Patients with fever need to be watched all the time. Chi Qinghe hardly slept and got up every hour to rub Gong Huasui's back with alcohol to cool him down.

"Qinghe... I don't want it anymore..." Gong Huasui's eyes turned red, and he pushed Chi Qinghe's hand away in resistance, "I'm fine, go to sleep."

Chi Qinghe yawned again, took out a new alcohol cotton ball from the bottle, and forcefully stopped someone from putting on clothes.

"Don't make trouble."

After saying that, he pressed down with the cotton ball at his fingertips, and the icy touch was instantly transmitted to his brain. The alcohol was squeezed out and evenly applied on his back, dissipating the heat in his body bit by bit.

All Chi Qinghe could see was Gong Huasui's back, which was red due to overheating.

Gong Huasui's body is very good looking, or rather, perfect like a work of art, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, smooth lines, full chest muscles, and well-defined abdominal muscles. It is a body that can only be created through the combined efforts of yesterday and tomorrow.

Her skin was porcelain white, having not seen the sun for a long time. It would turn red if pressed, and was extremely sensitive. However, it was clearly such a fragile nature, yet every inch of it exuded a dazzling sense of power. It was simply... astringent to the extreme.

Realizing that his thoughts had gone astray, Chi Qinghe's face turned a little ugly. He hurriedly looked away, wiped it hastily, and quickly ran back to his bed, covered his head with the quilt and pretended to be asleep.

At first he felt guilty and thought about other things, but he was so tired that he fell asleep after a while.

The alarm clock that was supposed to ring in an hour was turned off by some little guy. When he woke up again, the sun was already high in the sky outside the balcony.

Chi Qinghe's eyelids were half-closed and he was dazed for a while. Three seconds later, he finally came to his senses and jumped up from the bed.

What time is it now!

How could I sleep for so long?

Looking at the bed next to me, it was empty!

He quickly got up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom to wash up.

She put the toothbrush in her mouth in front of the mirror and changed her clothes while brushing. The whole process was both messy and orderly.

Seven minutes later, everything was tidied and he found his cell phone in the second drawer of the bedside table.

I found the group they formed last night and looked through the messages.

Seeing the messages "sleep a little longer", "meet again later", and "it's still early", he chuckled twice and swiped across the screen again, but found no news from Gong Huasui.

Why is this person running around when he is sick?

Just when he was thinking about calling someone to bring the person back, Gong Huasui walked in with a fever-reducing patch on his face, pushing a small food cart in front of him.

"Qinghe, have you been awake for a long time? Come and have dinner." Gong Huasui moved the dishes to the dining table one by one.

Chi Qinghe walked to the dining table and sat down. Gong Huasui placed a bowl of red bean and dumpling soup in front of him at the right time and said, "Have some soup to moisten your body first."

Chi Qinghe was finding it increasingly difficult to understand this man. Was he feeling guilty? Or was he repaying him for taking care of him when he was sick?

Being so nice to him even though he already has a girlfriend, isn’t that... too inappropriate?

The sweet aroma of the red bean and dumpling soup kept reaching his nose, but surprisingly, he had no desire to eat it at all.

He turned the spoon around, and finally put it down under the other person's expectant eyes.

He leaned back in his chair, looking tired and with some barely perceptible emotions, and stared directly at Gong Huasui opposite him.

"I think there are some things that need to be made clear."

Gong Huasui was stunned, and his voice became nervous involuntarily, "Qinghe...you...what do you mean by this?"

Chi Qinghe said calmly, "We are friends and deskmates, that's all. But the feeling you give me now is... too weird... We should keep some distance."

He stood up, and the stool made a harsh scraping sound. "After the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, I will explain the situation to the class teacher. Don't worry, I won't bother you. I'll just change seats."

After saying that, he prepared to leave and go to the buffet restaurant downstairs to find something to eat.

Gong Huasui suddenly rushed up and grabbed his hand without question, his voice sounding a little sour.

"Qinghe, I don't understand. Weren't we all fine before? Why did you suddenly say no?"

Chi Qinghe turned his head and looked at him for a long time, so long that his heart, which had finally calmed down, was about to melt. He could only turn his head back in embarrassment and force himself to harden his heart.

"I...feel sick."

When Gong Huasui heard the word "disgusting", the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

nausea……

Qinghe said he was disgusting...

He couldn't describe how he felt at the moment. He only felt that his internal organs seemed to be crushed into mud by these two words, and poured out without dignity through the big incision in his chest.

It turns out that these days, he has been self-indulgent, thinking that -

In Qinghe's eyes, he was also an exception.

The domestic development was too fast, and he often couldn't keep up with the pace, so he put forward many incredible ideas, and every time Song Xulin would laugh at him.

But Qinghe was different. Besides his family, he was the only person who could understand his eccentricities. Not only would he patiently explain things and guide him step by step, he would also let him test his limits time and time again. When he was bullied or wronged, he would be the first to stand in front of him...

Qinghe has indulged him for so long, how could he say it was disgusting now? He must be lying to him.

Yes, that must be the case!

The more Gong Huasui thought about it, the more he felt that it was right, and finally he convinced himself.

He opened his mouth with difficulty and tried hard to force a smile to explain, "Qinghe... I know you are lying to me. I must have made you angry, so you said these angry words. I... I..."

"I didn't lie to you, and you did nothing wrong. It's just that I have a weird temper. You'd better not get too close to me." Chi Qinghe coaxed patiently.

"I do not want!"

Gong Huansui's heart was gripped again, and he stubbornly pulled the boy's arm tighter. He opened his eyes, and his eyeballs, dyed red by illness, were full of water, looking very pitiful.

"Qinghe, is it because of that girl?! There's nothing between me and her, I..."

Chi Qinghe sighed, "This is not important, and I've already said it, it's my fault, not yours, you don't have to blame yourself."

"But I don't care...you know, I...well!"

Chi Qinghe covered Gong Huasui's mouth, his eyes curved, as if hiding countless indistinguishable emotions, "I know, I've always known."

Gong Huansui's eyes suddenly widened, Chi Qinghe smiled dotingly, and his slender white fingertips lingered on the boy's beautiful eyebrows.

"It's because I know this that I can't let you be so willful."

It was not until this time that Chi Qinghe finally realized that he didn't care about the female host at all. What he cared about was the "future".

He has lived for twenty-six years and is an adult, destined to assume all kinds of coincidences.

In the past, his goal in life was to live one day at a time and earn one day at a time, and at worst he would die.

But here he is, first it was Lao Chi, then Song Xulin, and then... there are too many beliefs worth living for, he doesn't want to, and can't, just muddle along anymore.

He wanted to survive, but the initiative was never in his hands.

If the mission fails and he disappears completely, then his current indulgence and willfulness will only become a scimitar that backfires.

So wait a little longer, wait until he can continue to live, wait until he can stand on the same level as the Gong family, wait until he doesn't repeat the mistakes of Gong Shimu and Chen Qiqing...

By then, he will definitely not be as timid as he is now.

"Sui Sui, don't cry..." Wait for me a little longer.

Chi Qinghe's eyes were filled with pity, and he gently wiped the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes with his fingertips.

In Gong Huasui's eyes, this look was extremely gentle and also extremely ruthless.

"Qinghe...I...hate you..."

Gong Huasui cried and slapped Chi Qinghe's hand away, accusing him with a red nose, "You just like... to play with me... I never want to see you again!"

After saying that, he wiped his tears fiercely with his sleeve, clenched his fists, shook his head and ran out.

Maybe he was really angry, the door slammed open with a loud bang.

Chi Qinghe lowered his eyes, covered the back of his hand that was red from being slapped, and smiled bitterly.

At this time, the doorway.

Gong Huasui squatted on the ground, buried his face in his arms, and pricked up his ears, trying to listen to the movements in the room, but because the sound insulation was too good, he could not hear anything. He could only pout and mutter.

"Why don't you come and comfort me..."