low return

After all, it was Christmas, and the streets were still full of traffic at night. The car moved around the city for a long time before slowly moving to the entrance of the expressway. The driver let out a long sigh of relief and kicked the accelerator to the bottom.

The rear window was opened a slit, and with the strong feeling of pushing back, the wind also poured in through the slit, making Luo Ying's face ache a bit.

The time was approaching zero, and the three people in the car were more or less sleepy, and there was no conversation along the way.

Luo Ying counted the passing streetlights, trying to think of something in his heart, but he couldn't think of anything. He occasionally glanced at Zhou Zeyao from the corner of his eye, but he didn't know what the other party was thinking.

Although Luo Ying's thoughts were confused along the way, he also vaguely realized that he was impulsive just now.The feeling of soreness just now has not completely disappeared. When he said that sentence, he didn't have a clear idea in his heart, and he didn't know what he wanted.

Zhou Zeyao's reaction was also unexpected.When Zhou Zeyao said such words, there was always an implicit sense of order, maybe he didn't realize it, but Luo Ying was deeply insinuated.

Zhou Zeyao answered several calls on the road, he seemed a little impatient, and hung up every time without saying a few words.Luo Ying vaguely heard that two of them were called from Duan Jin, but Zhou Zeyao didn't say anything, but dismissed them with a perfunctory "I don't want to go".

In fact, Zhou Zeyao seldom showed such an impatient expression, Luo Ying felt a little strange, and even thought he looked pretty like this, with his brows slightly frowned, like a forbearing beast.

But Luo Ying soon discovered that this beast was not hiding any evil intentions, but was sick.

When Zhou Zeyao got out of the car, he almost lost his footing. Luo Ying quickly supported him, and subconsciously touched his forehead, which was obviously hot.

"It's okay." Zhou Zeyao shook his head.

Luo Ying looked at him: "You have a fever."

Zhou Zeyao touched his face. "It seems so."

He looked unsurprised, as if illness was to be expected.

Although there was a smile on his face, he still had the irritability just now, and his gestures were more irritable than at other times.

Luo Ying didn't show it on the surface, but in his heart he liked his appearance very much.

Like a pampered child when drunk, like a beast pretending to be bored when sick.

However, Zhou Zeyao might indeed be seriously ill, so he didn't hide anything anymore. Not long after entering the door, he crawled on the sofa and curled up. He found a blanket from somewhere to wrap it around, as if he was hibernating.

Looking at him like this, Luo Ying felt a little complicated.In fact, he was a little disappointed. He originally thought that Zhou Zeyao really did not like Duan Jin because of his words, but now it seems that he really "can't".

"I need to take medicine." Luo Ying said.

Zhou Zeyao didn't seem to hear it, and remained motionless.

Luo Ying really felt that she had talked a lot more recently: "Do you have a thermometer and antipyretics?"

Zhou Zeyao heard it this time, huddled under the quilt and said, "The locker in the utility room."

Luo Ying had to search for a long time in that huge locker, and finally saw the familiar medicine box from last time.

A particularly exquisite box, but a few medicine boxes are placed in a mess.What a reckless waste, Luo Ying thought, he felt a little palpitation when he saw the bottle of iodine, the cold feeling on his back was still very clear last time.

Luo Ying roughly flipped through, only seeing a thermometer and a few packs of ibuprofen granules.When he took it to the living room, he found that Zhou Zeyao stubbornly poked his head out of his hibernation nest, staring at the TV that was turned on at some point.

Luo Ying handed him the thermometer, but he didn't take it. He just pulled down the quilt leisurely, exposing half of his neck and one arm.

Of course Luo Ying understood his hint, and secretly sighed, this person is really too pampered.

Wealth and honor cannot be promiscuous, and poverty and lowliness cannot be moved, but Zhou Zeyao had to submit before him.

Luo Ying carefully stuffed the thermometer in, and the back of his hand touched Zhou Zeyao's hot skin due to fever. He felt a surge of hot blood pouring from his head into his chest cavity, and then flowing straight down to his lower body.

He was about to retreat, but Zhou Zeyao grabbed him: "Watch with me, Brother Ying."

Hearing this, Luo Ying glanced at the TV, yo, I'm still watching "Arrival".

He had seen this movie at the cinema, and he liked it quite a bit, but the first half was really quiet, and he wondered if the drunk patient could finish it.

Luo Ying thought for a while, but was still a little worried, and got up: "I'll go boil some water first."

Facts proved that Luo Ying's worries were not groundless. After Luo Ying finished boiling the water and mixed the granule, Zhou Zeyao fell asleep very peacefully.

Luo Ying put down the cup and leaned over to take a look. Fortunately, the thermometer was not dropped.He took it out lightly, and it was 38 degrees, and it was really hot.

Luo Ying stared at the person in front of him, hesitating whether to wake him up.

From this distance, Luo Ying could clearly see each of his eyelashes.Luo Ying had peeked at him countless times from far away, but this was the first time he was able to look at him up close without any hesitation.

Slightly frowning eyebrows, smooth nose bridge, thin lips, every inch is so familiar, but when you look closely, it feels a little strange.

Perhaps what is strange is the feeling at this moment, Luo Ying thought.People who were far away in the sky, people who thought they would never appear again, are now lying silently in front of my eyes.He has no time to think about how everything evolved into the current scene, and there is only one voice left in his heart, which is not to waste this moment.

Luo Ying gently covered the opponent's lips with his mouth.

He didn't dare to make too many movements, for fear of waking up this moment, but he still greedily felt the softness, warmth and delicateness of this moment.

Luo Ying knew that he was kissing the person he liked.

This sneaky kiss didn't last long, the sound of the thermometer rolling off the table to the floor awakened Luo Ying, and he retreated reluctantly.

He picked up the thermometer on the ground and touched the cup with his hand. The medicine was still warm, not hot, just right.

The plot on the TV finally entered a tense stage, and Johansen's soundtrack started. Luo Ying thought for a while, and turned down the volume of the TV a little, but when he turned around, he found that Zhou Zeyao was still woken up by the suddenly aggravated ethereal sound.But he didn't stare at the TV, he just stared at Luo Ying blankly.

Luo Ying didn't know if Zhou Zeyao was awake or not just now, but for some reason, Luo Ying didn't panic at all.He just pointed to the medicine on the table, and said to Zhou Zeyao, "Drink it while it's hot."

Yu Mingming was so drunk on Christmas night that he vomited two or three times, and fell asleep intermittently in the kTV private room, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that it was already four or five o'clock in the morning.

He was sore, said hello, and slipped out into the street to hail a cab.With his remaining sober consciousness, he remembered that the dormitory was closed at this point, so he went back to his small broken building.

When I got home, the sky had just dawned, revealing a slight fish-belly.He fumbled for the key anxiously, with a splitting headache, and failed to insert it into the lock several times.

However, unexpectedly, when he finally opened the door, what greeted him was a weird movie soundtrack.

He looked at Luo Ying in amazement, and the latter returned the same amazed look.Yu Mingming passed Luo Ying's body, saw the computer screen facing him, and recognized that Luo Ying was watching "Arrival".

"Why are you back?" Luo Ying asked.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Yu Mingming asked instead of answering his question.

Luo Ying stopped looking at him and turned to look at his own screen.

Yu Mingming didn't have time to wait for him to answer, he was feeling uncomfortable all over his body now, and his mind was in a daze.He opened the door without hesitation, took off his shoes indiscriminately, and lay down on the sofa bed.

"Obviously." Luo Ying suddenly said.

Luo Ying usually didn't call him by his name, and he always said something directly or didn't say anything. Yu Mingming was surprised when he heard his name after a long time.

"You haven't slept all night? What's the matter with you? It's not dawn yet. Don't be so fussy." Yu Mingming said.

And Luo Ying ignored his question, as if he was talking to himself: "I can't hide anymore."