Become a rival virtual lover

Facing Fu Yueting's invitation, Qin Yan's answer remained unchanged.

"no need."

Fu Yueting couldn't help tightening his hand holding the quilt.

With such a tough attitude, Qin Yan inevitably thought of the conversation just now.

Could there really be another person to help Qin Yan?

However, suddenly, he saw Qin Yan frowned fiercely, took out a medicine bottle from his arms, poured two pills into his mouth, and picked up a water glass from the table to obey.

"Have you had a headache again?"

Qin Yan closed his eyes for a second to relax, and then said: "You don't need to worry about these, it's enough to take care of your own injuries."

When the words fell, he turned to leave, but was grabbed tightly by a sudden force behind him.

"Then how long are you going to endure it?" Fu Yueting's jaw was cold and hard, and he asked in a deep voice, "Do you have to be so disrespectful to your body? You take medicine more and more, it's the medicine's effect on you It's getting smaller and smaller, isn't it? If this continues, you will be immune to these drugs sooner or later, what will you do then?"

Qin Yan's back still looked calm, but he didn't speak.

Fu Yueting continued: "Qin Yan, should you take a nap?"

After a while, Qin Yan only said: "Let go."

Fu Yueting's voice was slightly tight: "I'm not loose."

Before Qin Yan could speak again, he said, "Since you refuse to accept the only effective treatment at present, I will also be discharged from the hospital."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and rang the bell.

Hearing the movement, Qin Yan turned to look at him, frowning slightly: "What are you messing around with?"

Fu Yueting looked back at him: "I'm learning from you."

Clearly having just taken the medicine, Qin Yan had an intuition that the migraine hadn't completely subsided: "Don't make excuses."

Fu Yueting said: "I didn't make any strong words, this is seeking truth from facts."

Qin Yan said, "Let go first."

Fu Yueting said, "I'm not loose."

Qin Yan: "..."

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Fu Yueting pulled him over with all his strength. .

Qin Yan was caught off guard, fell down on the hospital bed, and bumped into Fu Yueting. He only had time to prop up his arms and put his elbows on Fu Yueting's shoulders to avoid touching the other's wounds. Helpless: "What are you messing with?"

Lying under him, Fu Yueting felt the warm breath spraying on the side of his face. He immediately stiffened and apologized dryly: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Qin Yan said: "Then you still don't let go?"

Fu Yueting looked away, and said in a low voice: "It's all here, why don't you sleep for a while before leaving?"

Qin Yan: "... Fu Yueting, what do you look like now?"

Fu Yueting pursed his lips and remained silent.

Holding his hand naturally didn't mean to relax.

At this time, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Boss Fu—"

After only two words, the doctor swallowed everything he said.

Seeing the ambiguous picture of two people entangled on the bed, the concern on his face for the patient's condition completely turned into a slight twitch of indifference at the corner of his mouth.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

Damn it, I know that every time these two are hospitalized, it will not be that simple.

This time, he even tricked the dog into killing him?

It's too much!

The doctor walked to the bed silently and turned off the calling bell, and was about to leave when he heard a sound from the bed.

"You wait first."

Fu Yueting only looked at Qin Yan when he spoke, and asked him, "Are you discharged from the hospital?"

Hearing this, the doctor was stunned: "Boss Fu, you're only in the second day of hospitalization today, so you can't be discharged."

Fu Yueting glanced at him.

The dark and waveless eyes made the doctor subconsciously shut up.

Fu Yueting turned back to Qin Yan, seemingly unintentionally touched the corners of his lips that had not yet fully scabbed, exhausted his acting skills, and took a breath: "I don't know if I will leave scars if I recuperate at home."

Qin Yan: "..."

Fu Yueting tried to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, and put his hand on his back: "If you don't go to the hospital, why don't you go to sleep?"

A string snapped in the doctor's brain.

What did he hear?

Will he be silenced by Mr. Fu?

Seeing that there was no need for a third party to intervene between the two in front of him, he walked out of the ward step by step with apprehension.

Until the door closes again.

The two people inside the door did not realize that there was one person missing in the room.

Just as Qin Yan made a move, Fu Yueting took advantage of his injury and said, "Hand!"

Then, taking advantage of the moment Qin Yan paused, he lifted the quilt to cover Qin Yan.

Qin Yan really had no way to retreat, so he had to follow his strength and lie down.

There were two adult men lying on the narrow hospital bed, which seemed a bit crowded.

Although close enough to feel breathing, Fu Yueting's suggestion sounded sensible: "Is this distance useful, do I need to get closer?"

"No need." Qin Yan's left arm was pillowed by him when he lay down, unable to move.

Fu Yueting stopped where he was: "Okay."

In the current situation, nothing else will help.

Qin Yan looked at Fu Yueting's face nearby, and suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

He looked away, closed his eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

Hearing this, Fu Yueting's tense spine finally relaxed: "Okay."

It didn't take long.

Qin Yan heard the sound of long and rhythmic breathing coming from his ear.

He opened his eyes again.

Fu Yueting was already asleep.

Qin Yan looked at him for a long time, and then said softly: "Didn't you say you want to help me improve my sleep?"

As if he really heard this sentence in his sleep, Fu Yueting moved his eyelids slightly, pursed his lips and moved closer.

Qin Yan paused, and was soon embraced by him tightly.

The side face resting on the crook of the arm also arched to the side of the neck slowly, and then followed the subconscious mind to find a comfortable angle, and continued to sleep.

The familiar body temperature filled his arms again, and the familiar drowsiness finally swept over.

Qin Yan looked at his side face, glanced down at the corner of his injured lips, and then slowly closed his eyes again.

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two hours later.

Song Jingming drove Han Feng back to the hospital from Yuqingjingyuan.

He is a single man, and there is no one waiting at home. He has been so busy up to this point, there is no reason not to stay for a meal.

So it was logical to help Han Feng carry the vegetables upstairs.

There was no sound in the ward when they entered.

Song Jingming probed in and saw a big swelling on the hospital bed.

Han Feng lowered his voice subconsciously, and said to Song Jingming, "Qin Yan and Yue Ting are still awake?"

Song Jingming nodded, and also replied in a breathy voice: "It seems to be."

But after the two of them walked over lightly, they realized that Qin Yan was the only one who was not awake.

Fu Yueting turned his face to look over, his eyes were not at all chaotic, obviously already awake.

Han Feng raised the dish and motioned to him: "I'll cook right away. Since you're awake, do you want to get up and eat first?"

Fu Yueting shook his head: "I want Qin Yan to sleep a little longer."

Han Feng still hesitated.

Fu Yueting said: "I have eaten in the afternoon, and I am not hungry yet."

Han Feng just nodded.

Qin Yan finally fell asleep, and of course he didn't want to disturb him either, but after cooking and eating with Song Jingming, he still left dinner for two on the table.

His original intention was that when Qin Yan woke up and Qin Yan was around, he wouldn't have to worry about Fu Yueting.

Unexpectedly, Qin Yan finally woke up when he woke up the next morning.

Seeing that it was still bright outside, Qin Yan thought he hadn't slept for a long time, and was startled when he saw the time.

"I slept fifteen hours?"

Fu Yueting did not calculate the specific time, but only asked him: "Has the headache improved?"

"It's much better." After sleeping for so long, Qin Yan was still a little dizzy in his mind, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

After speaking, he lifted the quilt and got up, and asked again: "Have you had dinner last night?"

Seeing his expression, Fu Yueting changed his mind: "I've eaten."

Han Feng's voice came from outside the glass door.

"Oh, Qin Yan, Yue Ting, why haven't you touched the meal I prepared for you last night?"

Qin Yan looked at Fu Yueting.

Fu Yueting suddenly developed a strong interest in the instrument at the bedside.

Qin Yan frowned: "You were admitted to the hospital because of stomach problems, and now you want to stay in the hospital for a few more days because of stomach problems?"

Fu Yueting and him looked at each other, and got up and got out of bed, with a cold voice still slightly hoarse when he woke up: "I would rather be the one who is hospitalized than you who are lying here."

The air suddenly froze.

After a long while, Qin Yan said, "You just need to heal your wound—"

"Then what do you want me to do?" Fu Yueting interrupted the sentence he had heard more than once, "Let me watch you barely relieve your headache by taking medicine, watch your symptoms continue to worsen, but ignore it?"

Speaking of this, his tone was extremely calm, "I can't do it."

Han Feng walked over, vaguely aware that something was wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them.

He tried to calm down: "You haven't washed your face and brushed your teeth yet, have you? I'll go and tidy up. You can eat after washing."

Fu Yueting first said: "Okay."

Qin Yan then raised his hand to support him, and went to the bathroom side by side.

Neither of them spoke any more.

When they came out again, Song Jingming was coming out of the next room with a toothbrush in his mouth.

After meeting the two of them, he explained his behavior like this: "Uncle Han is going home soon, and it's too troublesome for me to pick him up and down, so I simply stayed here. Anyway, I won't be crowded with you guys."

Han Feng added to him: "It's just a matter of extra chopsticks."

In the past, everyone got along day and night, the houses of the two families were like one family, regardless of you and me, Song Jingming had long since lost the burden of eating and living.

Fu Yueting didn't show the slightest concern about him leaving behind, and of course Qin Yan wouldn't say anything either.

Wait until breakfast is ready.

Han Feng allocated the four people's shares well.

Song Jingming watched Qin Yan walk into the ward with Fu Yueting's share in his hand, followed him and asked, "Mr. Fu, is the injury on your hand healed?"

"Not yet." Fu Yueting just sat down by the bed, hearing the words, immediately withdrew the hand that was going to support the bed for strength, and after lying down with a little effort, he didn't even cover him with the quilt.

Physically disabled and determined.

It's worth to admire.

After watching the whole process, Song Jingming couldn't help but said to Qin Yan who was standing by the bed: "Old Qin, you don't want to help either."

Qin Yan was putting the porridge bowl on the small table in front of Fu Yueting: "Let's eat."

Fu Yueting looked at him.

He looked down at his hands again, and then at him.

I mean something, but I stop talking.

Qin Yan: "...Eat by yourself."

Fu Yueting said: "But my hand is not healed yet."

Fu Yueting said: "This is the last time."

Qin Yan said: "You said last time was the last time."

Fu Yueting said: "This time must be the last time. I promise."

The more Song Jingming heard it, the more familiar it became.

Qin Yan looked into Fu Yueting's eyes, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind, which made him blurt out: "After so many years, why haven't you improved your cheating skills?"

The voice just fell.

The two were stunned for a moment.

"For so many years?" Finally hearing something different, Song Jingming asked curiously, "Have you known each other before?"

Qin Yan came back to his senses: "Yes."

Song Jingming asked again: "When, why don't I know?"

Qin Yan glanced at him: "When I was 11 years old."

Song Jingming: "...Oh."

When he was 11 years old, he didn't even know where Qin Yan's house opened.

But in this way, everything makes sense.

No wonder the two hit it off right away, and they kissed like brothers in such a short period of time, which made him feel unbalanced, because he was an old friend.

This he can accept.

But Qin Yan and Fu Yueting knew each other so early?

Counting from Qin Yan's 11-year-old, it will be fourteen or five years now.

Song Jingming couldn't help but sighed with emotion: "You guys are childhood sweethearts--I'm yuck!" Facing Qin Yan's gaze, he always felt as if there was a cold wind blowing behind him, so he racked his brains to change his words, "Childhood playmates! slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue..."

Hearing his slip of the tongue, Han Feng also looked over and muttered, "Oh, it's a pity that Yue Ting is not a girl, otherwise it would be fine."

A drop of cold sweat suddenly fell from Song Jingming's forehead.

Fortunately, Qin Yan has already looked away and looked at Fu Yueting.

The faint smile on Fu Yueting's lips subsided instantly.

He asked again, "Last time?"

Qin Yan: "..."

The headache that just got better showed signs of attack again.