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Xu Mingzhao sat up from the bed with difficulty, arched his body, pressed his hands into fists on his abdomen, and uttered a few hoarse words: "The stomach hurts so badly that I'm dying."

This sentence made Wei Yu relax all of a sudden, at least much more relaxed than hearing the sentence just now.

Wei Yu approached the bed, smelled the layer of alcohol that was not covered by the shower gel, probably knew what was going on, and asked in a low voice, "Does your throat hurt too?"

Xu Mingzhao nodded.

"Stop talking if you have a sore throat. I'll boil some water. Wait for me, okay?"

Xu Mingzhao nodded again.

When Wei Yu left the room, he wanted to turn on the light, but thought that the light would be dazzling, so he closed the door to let the light from the living room come in. He went to the kitchen and boiled a pot of water. When the water boiled, he took two porcelain bowls and took turns. Poured water and it took 10 minutes to get the water down to the point where it didn't burn my mouth.

There is not even white sugar in the kitchen.

Wei Yu brought the water into the room, Xu Mingzhao still sat still in the same posture just now, but raised his head slightly.

Xu Mingzhao took the water and drank it with his head up. He put the glass on the bed and was about to lie down again. Wei Yu quickly took his arm and told him, "Sit for a while, just for a while, or you will feel sick."

He barely sat up and hugged his knees, Wei Yu went to the kitchen to pour water and came back, motioned him to lie down before lying down.He chose his favorite posture, lying on his side, with his legs bent into a large range, even his back was bent, and his face was facing the direction where Wei Yu was standing, he just looked at Wei Yu and didn't speak.

Wei Yu hesitated for a moment before sitting on his bed, and patiently said to him: "The legs should not be bent, they should be stretched out. The abdomen should be relaxed, otherwise the pain will be difficult to relieve."

Xu Mingzhao turned over and lay down on his back with his legs straightened.

"In the past, my family had a stomach ache after drinking alcohol. I would massage his stomach. He said that a certain acupuncture point seemed to be effective for stomach pain. Do you need me...do you rub it for me?" Wei Yu had already planned in his heart to refuse Answer, "You can knead it yourself, I will tell you the position."

Xu Mingzhao nodded.

Wei Yu turned down the quilt covering his chest and found a spot on his upper abdomen.

"It's here, press it with your thumb, and rub it in circles with your hands. It's not too painful."

Xu Mingzhao didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Wei Yu thought about Xu Mingzhao's response just now, and he nodded, "Yes, I rub?"

Xu Mingzhao smiled and nodded briefly.

When Wei Yu rubbed Xu Mingzhao's stomach, he really didn't have any extra thoughts.In the past, he often massaged his grandfather who wanted to drink before meals, and he also learned the folk remedies for acupoints at that time.

Wei Yu only thought that Xu Mingzhao's pain could be relieved quickly, and after rubbing it for a long time, he realized that there was a pair of bright eyes staring at him from the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, the darkness without lights gave him a little calmness and confidence.

"Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and you'll fall asleep soon."

Xu Mingzhao's abdomen was different from Grandpa's to the touch, much firmer and harder.

touch?When did it become "stroking"? ? ?It's a massage!Wei Yu hurriedly pushed back his thoughts and stopped moving his hands.

Not sure if Xu Mingzhao was asleep, he approached Xu Mingzhao's face and asked in a breathy voice, "Are you feeling better?"

Xu Mingzhao opened his eyes, Wei Yu sat a little further away and took a deep breath.

"I'll go back to my room. If you're not feeling well, come to me, okay?"

Xu Mingzhao shook his head for the first time.Wei Yu himself also felt that this suggestion was difficult to be accepted by a patient who didn't want to move, so he glanced at Xu Mingzhao's computer desk and changed the suggestion.

"Then I'll stay here and sit at your computer desk, okay?"

He shook his head again.Wei Yu's desire and selfishness were broken.

"Then I..."

Just as Wei Yu wanted to say "go to the living room", Xu Mingzhao no longer needed to nod and shake his head to express himself, he patted the bed, his bed.

"I don't sleep well, I'm afraid it will affect your sleep. I'll just sit at the computer desk, okay?"

This time Xu Mingzhao didn't object anymore, but he saw Wei Yu got up and walked in a different direction from the computer desk. He couldn't support himself, so he stretched out his hand and just scratched the air.

"I'll go to the living room and turn off the lights." Wei Yu seemed to be smiling.

After Xu Mingzhao patted the bed, Wei Yu's heart moved, but his refusal was not because he was afraid that he would have other thoughts, but because he knew that his sleeping state was unstable.

He sat in a chair, trying to stay awake, and rarely fell asleep while sitting.

But that day he actually took a short nap and had a very familiar dream.

In the dream, a little boy whose face couldn't be seen kept saying to him, "Wei Yu, I'm going to die."

The tone of this sentence is sometimes sad and resentful, sometimes gritted teeth, and sometimes has a kind of helpless relief.

That day, Wei Yu dreamed of Xu Mingzhao for the first time. For a moment, this sentence came out of his mouth, and he was so wronged that he felt very distressed.

But in the next second, he was surrounded by the little boy's sneer, and Xu Mingzhao disappeared.

"Wei Yu." "Wei Yu." "Wei Yu." "Wei Yu!"

Wei Yu didn't know whether he woke up from a dream or was awakened, but he woke up anyway.

Xu Mingzhao turned on a warm yellow night light at some point, and shook his empty water glass to Wei Yu: "I'm thirsty and want to drink water."

"Oh, um, okay, I'll pour it for you."

Standing in the kitchen, Wei Yu poured a glass of water and drank it down. Suddenly he realized that he was going to pour water for Xu Mingzhao.He rinsed the rim of the cup carefully, dried it with a paper towel, refilled a cup, and took it to Xu Mingzhao's room.

"I disturbed your sleep, Wei Yu." Xu Mingzhao stretched out his hand to catch the water, put his right hand on Wei Yu's fingertips holding the wall of the cup, and exerted force.

"No. Are you feeling better?" Wei Yu withdrew his hands behind his back.

"It's much better." Xu Mingzhao didn't ask anything.

"Then I'll go back to my room."

"Wei Yu, good night."

"Good night."

Wei Yu wanted to thank Xu Mingzhao for waking him up from his nightmare.

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Wei Yu and Xu Mingzhao communicated more and more, and Xu Mingzhao also began to approach Wei Yu's "dark side".