cute immune

"Jiuli Lane is not peaceful these days, especially in the past few days, when there are many tourists from outside, there are many people and everything happens. You must remember to lock the courtyard door when you are at home at night."

On the second day, Shang Beilin was woken up by Jiang Yulan's phone call. He buried his head in the pillow and listened to his mother in Singapore nagging.

His head was swollen uncomfortably, and he was weak: "... Got it."

"The weather in Singapore is really nice. Your dad and I are going to the beach in the afternoon. Don't stay at home all day, go out with friends when you have time."

Shang Beilin let out a "hmm".

"I heard that there will be an event in the park in two days, and the artificial beach will be opened for the first time. Go and take some photos for us. If it's popular, wait for me to come back and make some investment."

Shang Beilin's eyelids were heavy, and he almost fell asleep.

"It's already noon and you haven't gotten up yet?" Jiang Yulan couldn't hear his voice for a long time, and paused, "No, why is your nasal voice so heavy? Are you sick?"

Shang Beilin huddled under the quilt, holding on to his energy, "I have a fever...don't torture me, let me sleep for a while."

After hanging up the phone, he fell asleep again.

"You are nice to me...I want to be nice to you too."

"You are my brother..."

"It's my most familiar friend in Jing'an..."

"...I have no other ideas."

His mind was burning and dizzy, but Xia You was blocked by the coat rack last night, and what he was forced to say to him was clearly audible.

Before he asked, Xia You sealed his mouth first.

The man said, no other idea...

Shang Beilin turned over, his nerves ached and he had no strength at all.

Grass.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but he was woken up by the phone ringing again.

Then there were several knocks on the door.

He wondered in a daze, if he didn't lock the courtyard door last night, could it be that he was really a thief...

He closed his eyes and touched the phone beside the pillow.

"Brother, open the door for me."

Hearing Xia You's voice, Shang Beilin woke up a little bit, but only for a moment.This person stabbed him hard in the heart last night, and he didn't bother to respond.

"Brother don't hang up, you have a fever, I'll bring you medicine." Xia You's tone was a little anxious, Shang Beilin didn't speak, and said after a while: "The dog's feet are soaked in water and are inflamed. I'll send it to the hospital in a while... Let's have dinner together when we come back tonight, okay?"

Shang Beilin opened his eyes.

If it wasn't for the dogs, he wouldn't be out of the house today, he thought.

There was a light "click" on the door, and Shang Beilin turned around and lay back on the bed without even looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Xia You moved very lightly, Shang Beilin was wrapped in the quilt, with only one ear exposed.

There was a rustling sound as the medicine and the cup were placed on the table, and the footsteps of this person approached slowly. Shang Beilin closed his eyes, and someone poked the back of his head from behind.

"Brother, take the medicine first. I'll cook the noodles and serve them to you later."

The part touched by the fingertips was still there, and Shang Beilin moved.

He couldn't hear Xia You's soft tone the most, scratching at his heart.

"Who asked you to come?"

Xia You stood by the bed, "Aunt Jiang said you were sick, let me take a look."

"Oh."

Sure enough, it was entrusted by others.

"I don't want to eat noodles."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"Not hungry."

The person behind was quiet for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Brother, are you losing your temper?"

Shang Beilin remained silent.

Xia You was very careful, and could detect his emotions every time, and would ask and apologize every time, but never followed up.Shang Beilin didn't even have a chance to complain to him.

Shang Beilin sighed sullenly under the quilt.

He should just keep doing nothing and not let people go back last night.

To blame can only blame him for insisting on learning from others to be a gentleman.

He thought to forget it, turned around, and stretched out a part of his arm, "How can I have a temper. You bring me the medicine."

Xia You handed him the medicine, and carefully handed him the water glass, "After eating, sleep warmly, and the fever will be gone when you wake up."

Shang Beilin swallowed the medicine with water, handed the cup to Xia You, and the young master sat on the bed and waited for him.

"There's no heating this day. I'm freezing to death. It's not warm at all." He glanced at Xia You, saw him put the cup away and cover the medicine bottle, and suddenly said, "Come up and lie down with me for a while."

Xia You turned around and touched his knees to the edge of the bed, groaned in pain, turned around and looked at Shang Beilin awkwardly, his eyes widened slightly: "It's already afternoon, how could it be cold..."

Shang Beilin lifted the quilt and waited, "Of course you are not cold if you don't have a fever. I am not only cold, but also hurt all over. You come up and rub it for me."

Xia You pursed her lips and said nothing, then silently looked at the succulent at the bay window, "This succulent..."

"I picked it from Uncle Zhang's yard next door. It's light-loving, drought-resistant, doesn't need to be watered, and won't bloom." Shang Beilin said, "Is there any problem?"

Xia You lowered his eyes, "No..."

"Go to bed no problem."

Until Xia You was lying in the quilt with his back to the back of the person behind him, he couldn't figure out when he started to be almost everything to Shang Beilin.

He never responded to Xu Ji'an's unreasonable requests, and he would politely decline his roommate's invitation. He is not someone who will not refuse.

However, to Shang Beilin, he shook his head every time, but compromised every time.

Xia You stared blankly at the distance, feeling the body temperature coming from behind him.

"Brother, you are so hot, are you really okay?"

Shang Beilin's previous statement that it was cold was not entirely a lie, but now that a small heater was placed on his back, he was not so cold after lying down for a while, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.Hearing Xia You's words, he moved his lips weakly, "Are you okay? I'm going to die of cold..."

Xia You hesitated for a while, but moved back, and followed Shang Beilin completely.But in the next second, the person behind turned over, Shang Beilin's slender arms passed through his waist, and his hot chest was stuck up through the fabric of the clothes.

He was hugged by someone from behind.

Xia You froze.

The movements were too ambiguous, his nerves from scalp to toes tensed quickly, his palms were about to be pinched by his fingertips, he held his breath and dared not move.

Shang Beilin buried his face in the back of his head, his warm breath fell on the broken hair on the nape of his neck, burning from his neck to the tips of his ears.The chirping of cicadas in summer outside the window has not survived late autumn, this season has already fallen asleep, everything is silent, Xia You can only hear Shang Beilin's breathing, and his own chaotic heartbeat.

It's been a long time.

Someone's voice hoarse due to fever came into his ears: "...why don't you hide?"

Why don't you hide...

These words fell into his ears and struck a heavy hammer in his heart.

He took a deep breath.The person behind him not only hugged him, but almost pinched his heart, making him unable to hide.

He didn't have time to hide.

I don't want to hide either.

A thought flashed through Xia You's mind for a moment.

He couldn't escape.

The author has something to say: I'm a little short today, I'm not feeling well, sorry