Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

"Who is he?"

“…Friend,” Bei Yanning said.

"Friends?" Beren's tone sounded like simple confusion. "Just because we're friends, does that mean I can help you change your clothes?"

Silence fell again in the small bedroom.

Beren's gaze was deep as he looked at the top of the head of the person leaning against him.

After a long while, the voice of the person in her arms rang out again, her tone low: "I...have no other friends."

Pitiful.

“And me?” Beryl couldn’t help but soften his voice. “Aren’t I your friend, Miss Bay?”

“But you rejected me…” Bei Yanning frowned as she looked at him, “Didn’t you?”

Beryl looked back at her, his eyes filled with such pure and sincere emotions.

Does she even know what she's saying?

Her body, burning hot from a fever, was nestled in his arms through a thin nightgown, and from his angle, he could easily see the view beneath the loose neckline.

He blinked, looked away first, pulled the blanket up to her chest, and opened his phone with his other hand.

Hearing him ask Kate in a calm tone if she would like to come back and clean her up again, Bei Yanning lowered her head, gently biting her lower lip, and remained silent.

The woman on the other end of the phone kept her promise and resolutely refused the generous offer from Bairen.

"I'm very busy here, Mr. Bai... Oh dear, the signal is a bit weak, I'll hang up now!"

The call was abruptly ended, and a rare look of bewilderment appeared on Bairen's face.

"Miss Bei, you can do it yourself..."

Bei Yanning gave him a weak and confused look.

"……never mind."

Beren returned to the bathroom and quickly brought over two towels and a hairdryer.

He used one of the sheets to dry her hair until it was completely dry, then used a hairdryer to dry it.

Then he closed his eyes and groped for the hem of her nightgown, "...I'm sorry for the intrusion."

He lifted up the only garment covering her body, and she cooperated by raising her hands, occasionally letting out a soft moan from the discomfort of her illness.

His arm accidentally brushed against hers, their bodies burning hotter than each other. Bairen held his breath, grasped her wrist, and gently pulled her arm out of her sleeve.

He turned his back to her and opened his eyes. The nightgown had turned into a small, damp wad of fabric, held in his hand, so thin and so small.

He looked at it for two seconds, his ears turned bright red, and he tossed it onto the bedside table as if it were a hot potato.

He picked up another towel, closed his eyes, and turned to dry her body.

The towel was thick and folded neatly, layer upon layer. He followed the rules carefully, not touching her skin even slightly. But even with his eyes closed, in the darkness, he could clearly tell which part of her body the towel he was holding was touching.

Neck, shoulders, back, abdomen, chest...

His hand trembled, and his ears turned so red they almost bled.

After finally finishing wiping her up, he quickly wrapped her in the blanket before opening his eyes.

He didn't dare look at her, and pretended to turn his back to fold towels. The half-wet nightgown on the bedside table caught his eye again. He grabbed it and left with the words "I'll put it in the washing machine" before fleeing.

He splashed cold water on his face in the bathroom, took several deep breaths, and then went out again.

If it weren't for his still-red ears, Bei Yanning would have believed he wasn't moved at all. He calmly said, "Your window is broken and won't be fixed anytime soon, and your bed is wet too. Why don't you come stay at my place for the night?"

What an unexpected surprise!

Bei Yanning was naturally delighted; she was practically bursting with joy.

Bailun carried her out, blanket and all. As they passed the living room, a gust of cold wind blew in through the window that couldn't be closed. She shrank her neck and wrapped her bare arms even tighter around Bailun's neck, completely nestled in his embrace.

Beryl lived next door to her, in a small one-bedroom apartment just like hers.

He put her on the bed, gave her a few instructions, and placed her phone on the bedside table where she could easily reach it.

"If you feel unwell, just call me or give me a phone call."

"where are you going?"

Her voice was panicked, and she reached her hand out from under the covers to clutch his clothes tightly, as if afraid he would abandon her.

"I'm outside, I'm in the living room," Berren said.

“Don’t go far,” Bei Yanning sobbed, “I’m sad…I’m scared.”

Beren put her hand back under the covers and stroked her hair. "I know."

"I'll sleep outside."

After calming her down, he turned off the light and left the room.

With a soft click of the door closing, Bei Yanning kicked off her own blanket and grabbed Bai Lun's neatly folded blanket from the side and wrapped herself in it.

She was enveloped in a faint woody scent.

It smells the same as the one on Bairen.

She took a deep breath of the fragrance that captivated her, rolled around happily on the bed, and then closed her eyes contentedly to sleep.

However, Bairen in the living room was not as happy as she was. On the contrary, he frowned, leaned back on the sofa, and stared blankly at the rain outside the window.

The specially made communicator, casually placed aside, kept its screen lit up, with new message notifications constantly appearing in the group chat.

Sean: "I don't know which guy had no sense of ethics and would take any job. He killed the Finance Minister without hesitation, and did it right at the government gate."

Seth: "Are you crazy for money? Damn it, making such a big fuss, we all need to keep a low profile for now."

Pietro: "Is it really not Beren? Who else could be this crazy?"

Sean: "Don't talk nonsense. He's retired from his criminal life and now he's a model citizen, serving tea and water in the government every day and clocking in for work."

Seth: "To be honest, the idea of ​​Baron going to work for the government is too far-fetched. I still can't believe it's true. I'd rather believe he's lurking there, waiting for the day he'll blow everything up."

Pietro immediately tagged Berlan: "Bro, if you're ever going to bomb the government, just let me know in advance. I'll go lay low for a bit."

It took Barren a while to reply: "It wasn't me. I want to get married and live a normal life."

The group was quiet for a while.

Bailun: "I'm sorry I can't invite you to the wedding. I won't be using this communicator anymore. If we meet again in the future, please pretend you don't know me, and please don't mention me to anyone."

Pietro called almost immediately: "What the hell are you talking about? You're turning your back on me, aren't you!"

Seth's angry voice came from the side: "It's a breakup! A breakup!"

Sean chimed in loudly, "A hundred times worse than turning your back on someone!"

"I'm asking you, who are you going to marry? Who could be more important than our comrades who have shared life and death with us!"

Beren: "I didn't want to either, but she..."

He got up and walked to the kitchen, which was further away: "She's too naive and too fragile, too inexperienced in the ways of the world. She doesn't even know how to be wary of the opposite sex..."

He was deeply worried. "Can you understand? I'm so worried about her. I'm afraid that if anything happens, she'll be bullied."