It's really fragrant after opening with the deadly enemy

When Chuanhe's biological clock woke up the next day, he was in no hurry to move.

Because Ye Yan caught a cold, Shi Chuanhe was not afraid of being infected, but Ye Yan was afraid that he would infect him, so nothing happened to them.

It's just that Ye Yan hugged Shi Chuanhe and slept all night.

At first, the two of them couldn't fall asleep very much, so they chatted casually.

When Shi Chuanhe told Ye Yan about his life alone abroad, he actually didn't think he had anything to say. He was independent early and didn't encounter many difficulties abroad.

But it was very trivial things, such as where to go shopping, which restaurant has Chinese food that is delicious...Ye Yan listened very seriously.

Similarly, Ye Yan also told Shi Chuanhe about himself.

Compared with Shi Chuanhe's boring life, he has too many stories to tell.

It was just because it was too late, Shi Chuanhe only heard Ye Yan say that he went to punch the day before the college entrance examination and fell asleep.

Shi Chuanhe felt that the air conditioner was turned on a little low, so he buried his face in the quilt, and the slightly arched back of his neck was just in front of Ye Yan's face.

When the overly scorching breath directly scalded Chuanhe's spirits, most of his drowsiness dissipated immediately.

At this moment, he didn't care about Ye Yan's sleep, which seemed to be very light. He turned around, Ye Yan didn't open his eyes, but he seemed to be aware of his movements in a daze, thinking he was going to leave.

So the arms around his waist tightened instantly, and Shi Chuanhe was put into his arms.

His head was on Ye Yan's neck, his nose was on his collarbone, and the moment his whole body was close to him, Shi Chuanhe had one thought——

Very hot.

Ye Yan has a fever.

Shi Chuanhe frowned, remembering a series of developments yesterday.

Ye Yan himself was a bit infected by him, and then he sweated outside and didn't wash his hair and take a shower, and directly turned on the air conditioner. After washing his hair, he didn't rush to dry it, but washed his clothes first.

In particular, the medicines in Ye Yan's family have expired for a year or two, and even the band-aids have expired for a year, so he couldn't take the medicine yesterday.

Shi Chuanhe recalled yesterday: "..."

For a moment, he didn't know whether Ye Yan was too confident in himself, or he misunderstood his physical fitness that he would not catch a cold even in winter travel.

In the end, though, he still had a lot of problems.

You have to know that after being drenched in water for so long in "Scary Smile", Ye Yan didn't wipe his hair after he came out. After walking in the air-conditioned room for so long, the water has soaked his collar and a large area of ​​his back.At that time, Ye Yan didn't drink ginger tea, and after returning to the hotel, he just changed his clothes and didn't catch a cold...

Going back to that magazine shoot, he just wore a shirt, and it was the same the next day...

Shi Chuanhe felt guilty.

Not only because of the infection problem, but also because he didn't pay attention at all yesterday.

It was the first time that the young master realized that he didn't seem to be able to take care of patients at all. He was about to touch his mobile phone to ask the private doctor at home, when his hand moved, the person who was strangling him suddenly turned over and directly pressed him on the ground. Under him, he couldn't move at all.

The warm breath fell on the sides of his face and the pinnae of his ears, making him feel a little hot.

"Ye Yan."

Shi Chuanhe frowned and wanted to push him away: "You have a fever."

Hearing his voice, Ye Yan responded vaguely.

Just when Shi Chuanhe thought he could resume his actions, Ye Yan grabbed the hand he was trying to reach out: "...don't go."

Shi Chuanhe frowned even deeper: "I'm not leaving, where is your thermometer?"

He didn't know what kind of nightmare he fell into, and the hand holding Shi Chuanhe suddenly tightened, and the pain directly made Shi Chuanhe "tsk".

He was just about to use force to suppress Ye Yan, when Ye Yan murmured: "Don't go...don't go to the research institute."

At that moment, Shi Chuanhe felt that his heart was broken and thrown into the ice river.

It was painful and cold, and the biting chill directly made his whole body numb with pain.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Shi Chuanhe's tone softened a little: "But you have a fever, Ye Yan, at least let me take your temperature."

It was probably because Chuanhe was talking next to his ear this time, so Ye Yan woke up a little bit from the nightmare, at least Chuanhe watched him open his eyes.

Ye Yan half-closed his eyes and looked at him, his eyes were a little blurred, but stubborn.

Shi Chuanhe said, "Let go first."

Ye Yan said without hesitation: "No."

His voice was very hoarse, and after he finished speaking, he turned his head and coughed a few times into the open space. Hearing his voice, Shi Chuanhe felt that he must have no strength.

But he held his hand really hard, and even his wrist bones hurt a little from his grasp.

Shi Chuanhe didn't cry out for pain, he just asked him patiently: "Why?"

He really couldn't understand why when Ye Yan was sick, his uneasiness was almost magnified infinitely.

Why so insecure?

"That day..." Ye Yan closed his eyes, buried his head into Shi Chuanhe's neck, and said softly: "They said it was the last project, and they would resign after finishing it. They said they would always be by their side in the future. My, I asked them if it was true and they said they swore they would."

But that was the last word they would ever say to him.

Shi Chuanhe let out a long breath.

He finally understood why Ye Yan would keep trying every time after getting his promise, to step on that line, and insist on hanging himself on the cliff of anxiety.

Because that was a flaw in his life that could never be redeemed and could never be filled.

Shi Chuanhe didn't think Ye Yan was hypocritical, he didn't think he was fragile, and he didn't think it was incompatible with his style.

He just couldn't express his distress: "Then I will put myself on you, let go of my hand, and let me call the doctor and ask him to come to the door?"

"...you have a thermometer on the bedside table over there."

This is the meaning of not wanting the doctor to come to the door.

Shi Chuanhe didn't refute, just reached out to touch the bedside table.

Fortunately, he is always used to sleeping next to the bed, and now he can barely reach it, otherwise it would be really cool.

After he finally touched the thermometer and opened it with one hand, Shi Chuanhe squinted his eyes to see the black line in the thermometer, and said coldly: "You should be grateful that someone taught me to read the thermometer, otherwise you Just burn it to death."

Ye Yan closed his eyes and let out a muffled laugh: "It's not bad to die on your body."

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

He gritted his teeth tightly, and the chill on his face became heavier.

If his expression could transform into form, he would definitely be able to help Ye Yan cool down now.

Or the kind that can directly drop back to normal body temperature.

He shook the thermometer in his hand, threw the thread to the bottom, and then signaled Ye Yanqi to move away: "Don't lie on me."

Ye Yan turned sideways, but refused to let go of Shi Chuanhe, the other hand still held Shi Chuanhe's waist.

In fact, Chuanhe was very uncomfortable in this position.

Ye Yan's arm was pressed under his waist, and it was somewhat painful. He believed that Ye Yan's hand would become sore and numb after a long time, but Ye Yan refused to let it go, and he didn't bother to say anything, so he just let Ye Yan hold it thermometer.

While counting the time in his heart, Shi Chuanhe asked, "Ye Yan."

"Are you still unable to let go of it because of your uncle and aunt?"

He doesn't know how to comfort people, and he doesn't know how to ask questions tactfully. Shi Chuanhe's world is always straightforward, so people around him think that he doesn't like talking and talking.

But actually...

Shi Chuanhe really liked Ye Yan's casual hooking to tease him.

He is not a fool, how could he fall into the trap without realizing it every time, he and Ye Yan are just a fish, and the other is Jiang Taigong.

Ye Yan seemed to have guessed that he would ask this question.

He pinched his wrist and said slowly: "No."

He said, "Because my parents made a will before I was born."

Shi Chuanhe slightly widened his eyes.

He couldn't believe it: "A will?"

"Surprised, isn't it?" Ye Yan snorted lightly: "I was also surprised when I saw the will."

"I know that their research is very dangerous, and they may encounter accidents one day. In fact, I have some psychological preparations. I just can't accept...they prepared for their own death so early. And it is written in the will..."

Ye Yan let out a sigh of relief, and when he hugged Shi Chuanhe, his arms tightened a little.

Because of illness and fever, not only did the string that he usually stretched loose, but also cracked his hard shell.

He can talk to Shi Chuanhe well now, but at the same time, the chaos in his head is peeling him away bit by bit, exposing his fragility to Shi Chuanhe.

Also because it was Shi Chuanhe, Ye Yan allowed his emotions to spread and brew.

Because it was him, Ye Yan didn't care if he showed a sticky side in front of him or a side that he couldn't accept.

All his negative emotions were laid out.

Ye Yan's voice was a bit muffled, and his hoarseness made his voice even more indistinct, but Shi Chuanhe could hear it very clearly: "There is a letter in the will, written by my mother, she said she can't accompany me in the future, let me To do what I want to do, this legacy is the last support they can leave me."

He laughed again: "I wrote this letter when I was eight years old."

Shi Chuanhe was speechless.

He felt as if his heart had been hit hard by someone, his brain was buzzing, and all the bones in his body were trembling.

Ye Yan...

He must have hated his parents.

What parent would write such a will when their child was eight years old?

Even his family does not have such a situation.

"I can't accept it."

Ye Yan rested her chin on his head, gently smelling the shampoo in his hair.

That was his family's shampoo, Shi Chuanhe used his body wash, and wore his clothes.

His breath was all over him.

This feeling made Ye Yan feel a little relieved, but he couldn't completely let go of that high-hanging heart: "I can't accept that they left such a will when I was eight years old. Days often tell me how our family of three will be in the future...that is simply lying to me."

"From childhood, they have been taking back their promises. They promised me to go to the aquarium together, but they would cancel it because of a data deviation; they agreed to eat fried chicken together, but they would be postponed until indefinitely because of a report..."

No wonder.

Shi Chuanhe closed his eyes.

No wonder Ye Yan couldn't rest assured of his promise.

Because he has no way to trust anyone's promises.

To him, it's all fake.

From the moment his parents had an accident and all the promises turned into bubbles, Ye Yan could no longer trust him.

So when he formed a band, he never cared about whether the members would stay or stay. Even if those people vowed to go all the way to the dark when they came in, but left within two years, he would not be surprised or sad.

After all, he has been going through it since he was a child.

Shi Chuanhe huddled in his arms, feeling his overheated body temperature, sweating a little from being hugged, but he didn't say anything, only asked: "Have you ever hated them?"

"I hated it." Ye Yan didn't hesitate much: "I didn't go to get their relics back then, not only because I didn't want to believe that something happened to them, but also because of that letter, I didn't want to hear about them again."

So he watched numbly as his parents' friends helped erect a cloak mound, rejected everyone's extended hands, and sealed up that bedroom completely.

Before Shi Chuanhe could organize the words to comfort him, he heard Ye Yan say again: "And I hate myself even more for my incompetence."

He said softly: "If they could grow up earlier and support the family earlier, maybe they could resign earlier, so that such an accident would not happen."

Hearing what he said, Shi Chuanhe finally moved.

He clasped Ye Yan's hand that was holding onto him, and said to him, "But for them, research is what they love."

Otherwise, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, you will not go to the mountains of tigers.

"Yes." Ye Yan didn't need Shi Chuanhe's enlightenment at all, he understood this truth very early on.

Ye Yan actually knew it clearly when his parents chose his own job among him and his work countless times.

Their world was originally a research institute.

What's more, their friends also told him that it was an accident for them to be pregnant with him.

But fortunately they thought it was a beautiful accident.

After he responded, he didn't speak again, and Shi Chuanhe didn't say any more.

After the two lay quietly for a while, Shi Chuanhe motioned to him: "Thermometer."

Ye Yan let out a "huh", with a tired and sleepy voice, but he still reached out and took out the thermometer to Shi Chuanhe.

Shi Chuanhe narrowed his eyes and looked at it: "One at 39 o'clock, if you don't let go, you will really be burned to death."

"It's okay." Ye Yan didn't panic at all, as if he was 37:[-]: "I used to lie down like this when it was almost [-] degrees, and I'll be fine in a day."

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

His voice turned cold almost immediately: "Release."

Ye Yan still didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter: "Just stay with me."

Hearing this, Shi Chuanhe indifferently poked his ribs with his fingers: "It's useless to act like a baby. I'll cook porridge for you. You might as well get up and wash up when you're so energetic."

Ye Yan relaxed: "Can you cook porridge?"

"No." Shi Chuanhe said confidently, "I can Baidu."

Ye Yan finally let go of him, but he loosened the red string and copper coins from his hands and held them in his own hands: "Go."

Shi Chuanhe who didn't expect him to mortgage: "..."

He paused for a moment speechless, then lifted the quilt and got up, picked up his mobile phone, and while he was washing up, he sent a message to his personal doctor.

He put his phone in front of the mirror and lowered his head to spit out the mouthwash, when he heard the sound of fuzzy footsteps behind him.

When Shi Chuanhe looked back, he saw Ye Yan half-closed his eyes lazily walking towards this side on his slippers.

He frowned: "What are you doing?"

Ye Yan blinked innocently, and stood beside him, supporting his body with one hand on the sink: "Wash up."

Shi Chuanhe: "?"

He just wanted to say that you are a patient and just lie down for me, but before he could say anything, he remembered that he had to take a bath every time he had a fever.

As a clean freak, I really can't tolerate not taking a shower all day.

When his fever was at its worst, the doctor didn't allow him to take a bath, so he had to wipe his body several times with a towel. After that, he still felt unclean and couldn't sleep well.

So Shi Chuanhe could only give way to Ye Yan.

Just watching Ye Yan squeeze the toothpaste slowly, Shi Chuanhe still couldn't bear it.

He snatched the toothpaste from his hand, did him a great job, and even helped him fill the tooth cup with water.

When Shi Chuanhe put the cup away, his eyes slid over Ye Yan's wrist.

His red string copper coin is now on Ye Yan's hand.

Ye Yan's wrist was more than a circle bigger than his, and the red rope was stretched, probably because Ye Yan didn't pay much attention, the copper coin was hanging on the heel of his palm and couldn't fall off.

Shi Chuanhe fiddled with the copper coins, and the copper coins collided together, making a faint jingling sound.

Ye Yan brushed his teeth lazily and looked down at him: "How do you know that I want to do this every time?"

Seeing the red string and dark copper coins hanging from Shi Chuanhe's hand or stuck on his wrist, Ye Yan always felt itchy.

Shi Chuanhe ignored him, and just withdrew his hand to wash his face with water.

He just turned on the faucet to turn on the water, and Ye Yan's other hand slowly walked around behind him and propped it on the sink beside him.

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

He really didn't know what was wrong with it.

He pretended not to notice, lowered his head and wet the towel and said, "I'll buy medicine for you later, where is the pharmacy?"

"Call him to run errands and ask him to hang on the door." Ye Yan raised his hand and placed it on Shi Chuanhe's head: "You will get lost."

Even though he had a fever and his mind was not clear enough, Ye Yan still remembered Shi Chuanhe's confusion and the fact that they couldn't meet people.

Shi Chuanhe didn't object, he responded and buried his face in the towel.

Then he heard Ye Yan coughing and whispering in a hoarse voice: "It's really like a dream come true."

Shi Chuanhe: "?"

He frowned and looked at him: "Are you stupid?"

Ye Yan mumbled with toothpaste in his mouth: "No, I just fantasized about living with you for a long time, brushing my teeth and washing my face together..."

As he talked, his eyes drooped so much that he couldn't open them.

Shi Chuanhe rubbed the towel and drained the water for him to brush his teeth: "When you pick up the cat, let me live there."

For Ye Yan, this home does have warm memories, but there are also some unforgettable sorrows.

Then simply let all these emotions be sealed here, and he and Ye Yan will go to other places to create their own unique memories.

Ye Yan paused slightly, his hand slipped down Shi Chuanhe's hair, and passed over his ear, causing goosebumps all over Shi Chuanhe's body, so he hooked Shi Chuanhe's neck and smiled lightly Say, "It has a name."

Shi Chuanhe raised his foot resolutely, but he was worried that he was a patient, so he just lightly kicked the side of his foot: "Get out."

Ye Yan rolled his eyes.

After he brushed his teeth and washed his face with water, Shi Chuanhe handed him the towel by the way, intending to wait for him to finish washing and watch him go to bed.

But just as Ye Yan finished running the water and threw the towel down, he supported the sink and stopped moving.

Shi Chuanhe frowned: "What?"

Ye Yan kept his posture and his voice was soft and hoarse. If Shi Chuanhe hadn't had good hearing, he really couldn't hear what he was saying: "I have no strength."

With a cold face, Shi Chuanhe stretched out his hand to wet the towel and wring out the water for him, then raised his hand: "Do you have the strength to turn your face away?"

Ye Yan turned his face away slowly, not forgetting to hang his head.

When Shi Chuanhe wiped his face, and then wiped his forehead, Ye Yan took a deep breath: "Be gentle."

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

Seriously, if he hadn't burned such a high temperature, and it was clear that he was really weak, he would have suspected that Ye Yan did it on purpose.

You must know that Ye Yan is not so "delicate" in normal times.

Although he had doubts in his heart, Shi Chuanhe still lightened his hand, wiped his face carefully, and even rubbed his towel for him.

It's just that when Shi Chuanhe was rubbing the towel, Shi Chuanhe's cell phone on the shelf in front of the mirror vibrated.

This was followed by several shocks.

Ye Yan raised his eyebrows slowly, raised his hand to support the wall beside him, and directly blocked Shi Chuanhe completely: "In the early morning...who sent you a message?"

Normally, even if he was jealous, he wouldn't express it directly, but would just probe secretly.

And even if he was jealous, Ye Yan would never show his emotions to Shi Chuanhe in such a small matter.

Now that he has a fever, all his emotions are magnified infinitely, and Shi Chuanhe finally realized that the line he felt before seems to be even lower.

Ye Yan is more jealous than he imagined.

Maybe if he said a few more words to Jiang Sheng and the others, or if he cared a little more, he could secretly drink the old vinegar.

To be honest, Shi Chuanhe thought it was a little funny.

He looked at Ye Yan, without being annoyed by suspicion, he just told him calmly: "It's a doctor."

Shi Chuanhe picked up his phone and showed him the news: "Look, he is telling me what medicine to buy and how to take care of you."

Ye Yan squinted his eyes, and was pleased by Shi Chuanhe's sentence "My partner is sick".

So his bristling hairs softened a little bit, and his mind, which was originally falsely sober and running fast, continued to indulge in this muddle.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Shi Chuanhe put away his phone: "Can I go back to bed?"

Ye Yan didn't move, but raised his hand weakly: "I have no strength."

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

He grabbed Ye Yan's hand and put it on his shoulder, put his arm around his waist, and said coldly: "How could you be so patient on the bed just now?"

Ye Yan looked down at him, while Shi Chuanhe stared at the road under his feet and led him to the room without looking at him.

A smile flashed across his eyes, and he felt that his body temperature, which was so hot that it seemed to have been burned by fire, was much more comfortable and cooler.

"I ran out of it just now." Ye Yan said without blinking, "I'm really tired now."

What he said next is true.

It's just not to the point where you have to be supported to walk.

Ye Yan just wanted to be next to Shi Chuanhe.

Shi Chuanhe actually didn't feel Ye Yan's too much weight, but he didn't think too much about it. He just took him back to the room and tucked the quilt up for him like his aunt who took care of him before: "If you dare to get up again, I can wring your head off."

There is really no threat for children to threaten people.

Just take a blunt face, if it were someone else, it would be scary, but Ye Yan can always kiss the corners of his cold mouth softly, and can always touch his soft belly, in front of him, he The hedgehog spines all over his body were automatically covered with cotton, so Ye Yan was not afraid of him at all.

But in order to make Shi Chuanhe not so worried, Ye Yan nodded obediently, his eyelids were already drooping so much that he could hardly see the person in front of him: "Got it."

Shi Chuanhe sighed softly.

Taking care of patients is tiring.

It was just a start, and he felt that it was not easy.

Especially Ye Yan's stickiness...

Like a dozing lion, he stares at his prey restlessly, for fear that the prey will run away with someone at any time, and at the slightest sign of trouble, he will make a noise to make the prey return to his paws voluntarily, so that he can feel at ease.

When Shi Chuanhe walked out of the room, he lowered his head to place an order for medicine and other things he wanted to buy, and he had to search how to cook porridge.

Lean meat porridge or whatever.

He can simply cook a white rice porridge thanks to the Kitchen God.

After all, Shi Chuanhe had never entered the kitchen.

He doesn't even know how to use a rice cooker.

Shi Chuanhe didn't plan to order takeaway.

Because he knew someone was willing to let him out of that bed just because he wanted to eat the food he cooked.

After he adjusted the time according to the online tutorial, the doorbell rang.

Shi Chuanhe waited for a while before going to the entrance, and after confirming through the peephole that it was gone, he opened the door and took down the bag.

When he finished soaking the medicine and entered the room, the talent appeared at the door, and Ye Yan's head turned around automatically, and his eyes were fixed on him.

Shi Chuanhe: "...it's been an hour and you haven't slept?"

Fever is to sleep more, sleep more is easy to get better.

Ye Yan didn't answer, just repeated: "One hour."

Shi Chuanhe understood what he meant: "...I have been looking for the manual for your rice cooker for a while."

He handed him the medicine: "Just take the medicine first."

Ye Yanyan took the medicine in his hand, and Shi Chuanhe was afraid that he still had no strength, so he helped him up.

After he drank the medicine, Shi Chuanhe hadn't got up while holding the cup, and with only a little effort, Ye Yan's hand grabbed his wrist again: "Where are you going?"

His tone was very deep, his voice was very hoarse, and his speech speed was slow. He was obviously sick and a little unconscious.

Shi Chuanhe said patiently: "I haven't practiced my morning skills yet to wash the cups."

Ye Yan still didn't let go: "The cup will be washed later. You can practice here."

Shi Chuanhe put down the cup in his hand: "Okay."

Ye Yan didn't seem to be satisfied, but he hesitated for a while, finally let go of Shi Chuanhe, and lay back on the bed again, but he was still unwilling to close his eyes to sleep, and kept staring at Shi Chuanhe.

When Shi Chuanhe turned his head after pressing his legs, he met his gaze.

He stopped and looked at him, only to see Ye Yan blinked slowly: "What's wrong?"

And asked him what's wrong...

Shi Chuanhe frowned: "Aren't you sleepy?"

Ye Yan replied: "It's okay."

His eyes were half open, and he spoke very slowly, Shi Chuanhe didn't believe him.

But he had no way to force him to sleep, so Shi Chuanhe could only do some necessary basic skills and prepare to go out. He took a step towards the door, and Ye Yan moved.

Shi Chuanhe stopped and looked at him: "I'm going to see the porridge."

Ye Yan hesitated for a moment, but still lay down.

Shi Chuanhe had a headache.

So after leaving the room, he took out his mobile phone and searched again——

【What should I do if my boyfriend becomes clingy after having a fever? 】

The first item I searched for was "What to do if a one-year-old child has a fever and is very clingy".

Shi Chuanhe was silent for two seconds, and put away his phone in despair.

He is also mentally ill.

There is no boyfriend like Ye Yan.

The porridge had been cooking for half an hour, and the light had already jumped out. When Shi Chuanhe came out to watch, the valve also went down.

He didn't pray for anything, and opened the lid directly.

The scientific ratio is still right, the porridge looks perfect, and the consistency is what he wants.

Shi Chuanhe wasn't sure if Ye Yan had any appetite, anyway, he didn't want to eat anything but water when he had a fever.

So he only gave Ye Yansheng a small bowl and brought it in.

When he entered the room again, he found that Ye Yan had already sat up.

He was self-sufficient and made himself a pillow to lean against the head of the bed. Shi Chuanhe didn't say anything, but just handed him the porridge: "If it doesn't taste good, I have to finish it."

Anyway, he took a bite and thought he could still eat it.

It's normal porridge.

Ye Yan didn't answer, just said: "I don't have the strength."

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

He looked at Ye Yan suspiciously, and finally sat next to him and handed him a spoonful of porridge.

Ye Yan didn't say anything, just leaned over in a daze, and retracted immediately when his lips touched the spoon: "It's hot."

Shi Chuanhe put the spoon in front of him and blew it, and then passed it over. Ye Yan touched the porridge this time and said it was hot.

Shi Chuanhe: "?"

He didn't believe it anymore, after all, the air conditioner was still on in the room.

So he tried it himself, and passed it to Ye Yan after making sure it wasn't hot, with a cold expression on his face: "Your body temperature is higher than this porridge."

He thought Ye Yan was going to be a moth, but Ye Yan ate it obediently.

After every mouthful of porridge, Shi Chuanhe had to touch it with his lips to confirm that it was not hot, and then Ye Yan swallowed it without saying a word.

This bowl of porridge was finished at a speed that Shi Chuanhe couldn't imagine.

Shi Chuanhe looked at the empty bowl: "Do you still want to eat?"

"Half a bowl." Ye Yan pinched his wrist and said slowly: "It's delicious."

He said: "It's the best porridge I've ever had, very sweet."

Shi Chuanhe was convinced that what he put in was salt, not sugar: "?"

So Ye Yan's sense of taste is really problematic, right?

Shi Chuanhe: "Then let go."

Ye Yan: "Forget it, I'm full."

This time, Chuanhe was sure that Ye Yan really didn't want him out of his sight, and even had to grab him.

Shi Chuanhe was not used to his problem: "I haven't eaten yet."

"...Okay." Ye Yan let go of his hand regretfully, his eyes were almost closed, but he still refused to sleep: "Come and eat."

Shi Chuanhe: "..."

Question: What should I do if my boyfriend has a fever and becomes a dog skin plaster?

Shi Chuanhe: Thank you for the invitation, I can only pamper you.

Shi Chuanhe took another bowl and filled a small bowl of porridge, filled another half bowl of porridge for Ye Yan, entered the room, fed Ye Yan first, and then drank the porridge in front of Ye Yan.

During this period, Ye Yan's hand pinched his wrist the whole time, his phalanges pressed against his wrist, and he never left for a second.

Shi Chuanhe didn't even think about washing the dishes. After eating, he took out the wet tissue from the bedside table and wiped his mouth and hands. He poured him another glass of warm water and watched him drink it. Then he lay down next to him: " Okay, can I sleep now?"

Ye Yan hugged him as he wished, and finally closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Just when Shi Chuanhe thought it was over and he could rest assured, Ye Yan's cell phone rang suddenly.

Seeing that he didn't move, Shi Chuanhe reached out to answer the phone by himself: "Hello?"

"Eh?" Jiang Sheng on the other end of the phone was stunned: "Xiao Qi? Where's Brother Ye?"

Shi Chuanhe: "You have something to do with him? Shouldn't you be recording a variety show at this time?"

Jiang Sheng went to participate in a live variety show. Shi Chuanhe didn't know when it would start, but it was just a few days anyway.

"Ah, I'm resting now." Jiang Sheng said haha: "Can't Brother Ye answer the phone? Is there something wrong?"

Shi Chuanhe responded, "He is sleeping."

Just after he finished speaking, Ye Yan's hand suddenly reached into the hem of his clothes.

Shi Chuanhe's scalp was numb when the temperature was too high: "Ye Yan!"

He reached out and squeezed Ye Yan's hand: "You have a fucking fever!"

Ye Yan didn't move, but leaned closer to his ear, and his tone became heavy again: "Who are you calling?"

"Jiang Sheng!" Shi Chuanhe couldn't pull his hand away, and he hadn't hung up the phone yet. This scene inexplicably made him explode, and his tone of voice rose a few degrees: "Give me your hand!" open!"

Jiang Sheng, who was far away from his province, hung up the phone decisively with his intuition: "Ah, I accidentally pressed it."

He kept a perfect expression from the camera: "Should I call someone else? Brother Ye has a fever, and Xiao Qi is taking care of him."

Although the artists next to him thought it was a bit strange, they didn't think much about it because they hadn't gotten along with Shi Chuanhe and the others much.

But the fans in the live broadcast room have already exploded.

[I rely on me, rely on me? ? ? 】

[I heard something just now, am I dreaming? ? ? 】

【is this real! ?This is not another hype, is it? 】

[It's not that this variety show is completely random, it's impossible to predict at all, how to hype it!And as for Shi Zai's acting skills... I dare say that it was absolutely true just now! 】

[Brother Ye's words just now killed me! ! !So astringent ah ah ah ah ah! ! 】

[Shi Zai is blown up, what the hell have you done!? ! ! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I want to watch their live broadcast! 】

[Brother Ye is burning very badly, right?My voice is so hoarse...]

【I'm the only one who wants to know why Brother Ye is still so close to Shi Zai when he's asleep? Woooooo】

[I will answer this question!Because they sleep in the same bed! ! ! 】

[No way!Ball!Jiang Jiang!You are my father!He will be my father from now on!Ball ball you call them again! 】

[Shi Zai is angry from embarrassment, right?right?I've never heard Shizai speak in that tone! 】

[WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooYou must send out the ball! 】

[Brother Ye is really jealous, I felt the killing intent from that sentence... It was the murderous intent to kill Jiang Jiang on the other side of the phone]

[Brother Ye has always been very jealous, he was so jealous before the live broadcast...]

[To be honest, it's hard to end if these two don't get married! 】

【Maybe it will be released tomorrow after this time hehehe】

[Wooooow, Jiangjiang, it's good to have you in Yanhe! 】

The author has something to say: Babies~ Do you arrive early tomorrow~ Do you understand~

感谢在2021-01-1511:48:44~2021-01-1611:20:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of candy-flavored cats; 3 bottles of just looking at Tiantianwen; 1 bottle of Mrs. Bai's love;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!