How rude, we are pure love!

Feeling a slight discomfort in his throat, Qingye sighed. After all, he'd been sweating and drenched in rain for so long, and the temperature difference between day and night in June was quite large...

"But I had anticipated this situation!"

Qingye snorted complacently. As a person who couldn't afford to get sick, his backpack was already filled with various daily medicines!

This wave, this wave is about man conquering nature.

After Gulu Gulu showed off two packets of medicine, Qingye still had the leisure to play on the computer for a while and chat and joke with the editor, but he was too tired today. After less than two hours, he hurriedly lay down and closed his eyes.

*

I had a strange and confusing dream.

There was a burning pain in my throat.

Qingye was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone - he vaguely remembered that this was the exclusive ringtone set by Banaijian, and he had complained about it. He opened his eyes in a daze, feeling weak in his limbs, his face hot, and his vision constantly spinning, as if he had been hit by a total damage debuff.

It’s bad, the pure love warrior has fallen down again.

It seems that I overestimated myself.

Qingye, who was extremely thirsty, took out his cell phone and saw that the call made by Banaijian had been automatically hung up. The screen showed more than 30 unread messages and 20 missed calls... Did I accidentally walk into some gravity film set?

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

The cell phone rang again persistently.

He pressed the connect button.

"Old Eight...are you too excited about arriving at a new place? Sorry, I'm weak right now..."

The joke was more serious than usual, but my voice was a little hoarse, and I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to.

"Where are you now?"

A calm voice sounded, crisp and clear, and it felt like a completely different person.

Is this really Ba Nai Jian? Is this just an illusion caused by my fever?

"Internet cafe." He answered subconsciously.

"It's already this late...be serious, idiot!"

"So you really are in the Internet cafe!" Qingye was speechless.

"Which internet cafe?"

She asked calmly.

"Didn't you go back to your hometown? Why are you asking this..." Qingye's aching head was a little confused.

*

——I feel a little worried.

The next day after returning to his hometown in the countryside, after confirming that his grandmother was really fine, Banai saw that the focus of his worries was slowly shifting.

Qing Ye......

I called out his name inadvertently.

Did he take his medicine properly? Did he stay up late? Did he act like an idiot and keep working despite having a cold?

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I want to call him and ask him [how are you?]...

I really want to know about his situation.

Similar thoughts kept circling in his mind, so at 7:30 in the morning, Banaijian opened his eyes early, and the first thing he did when he woke up was to take out his mobile phone and send a text message to Qingye - normally he should have gotten up.

The girl was walking barefoot on the hardwood floor, her phone in hand. Me, I was just worried about the guy's safety! This wasn't the kind of romantic expectation I had!

But there was no reply.

At first, she thought Qingye was sleeping in and was just texting him whenever she had time. But as there was no reply, anxiety gradually welled up in her heart. If Qingye was in a normal state, he would definitely not fail to reply...

At noon, she sent a message to the older sister in the restaurant, asking about Qingye's situation, but it turned out that he didn't come.

Banaijian finally couldn't sit still anymore.

She completely imagined Qingye's current situation: living alone, sick, unable to take care of himself, and unable to even pick up his cell phone, otherwise he would never miss work.

This is all because of her...

Don't die!

The girl's pretty face was filled with worry and helplessness. After hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth and mustered up the courage to go find her mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I have something urgent to do and need to go back!"

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051. Cohabitation Incident [Two-in-One]

Yanaijian would occasionally imagine the scene at Qingye's home. His financial situation was not very good, so he might live in a rather dilapidated apartment building, which might not have good transportation, leisure, shopping, etc., but at least it was a single apartment with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. He might even have a sick sister at home who was waiting for treatment.

However, the scene before her overturned her imagination - Qingye-kun actually lived in an Internet cafe?

The environment during the day looks normal, but it gives people a very depressed feeling, as if there is no hope.

"Kiyono-kun has his own difficulties too."

The older consul standing by sighed and said that she had guessed the truth - the consul was specially called by Banaijian because she had a car and it was convenient for her to send Qingye home.

That's not what's important now.

Banaijian quietly exhaled the chaotic thoughts in his mind, took a step forward, and pushed open the door of Qingye's room.

The two stared at each other.

At this moment, Qingye had just finished drinking water in a daze. He looked at the blue-haired girl in front of him with her eyebrows raised and an imposing manner. He blinked hard and lay down peacefully again.

"Banajian, who just returned to the countryside, came to me on his own initiative. Why did I have such a dream..."

"That's right, Qingye-kun is in a dream. You must remember that Yanaijian Xingcai will always be your master. You must obey her every word and not be fickle..."

Banai squatted down and began to persuade him patiently as if hypnotizing him.

"Don't add any settings at random!"

"I'm not a phantom."

Banaijian lowered her eyes, and her blue hair fell down with them. She stretched out a finger, gently poked Qingye's face, and then placed her palm on his forehead.

So hot.

"Have you taken the temperature?"

"A little over 38 degrees, no problem."

Qingye's brain was a little slow, but he still said subconsciously: "This is not because of you..."

"Then Qingye-kun means to blame me."

The slightly teasing voice startled Qingye again. He raised his head, and when he saw the familiar figure, he couldn't help but put his hand on his face:

"It's my fault for not bringing a raincoat... Anyway, why is Shiho-nee here too? I must be dreaming."

"Alright, hurry up and get up, we're leaving." Banaijian stood up and looked down at Qingye from above. Because of his perspective, his first impression was that this girl seemed to be even better nourished than he had imagined...

"Wait, where are we going?" He didn't quite understand the other person's train of thought.

"Let's go to my house." Ba Nai Jian said as a matter of course.

"Why are we going to your house?"

Qingye vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"Mr. Kiyono, I'm telling you—you don't want to just lie around in the internet cafe like this, do you? Coming to my house will definitely be more convenient for you to rest! And I can take care of you, since here you don't even have room to step."

Banaijian kicked off the shoe on one foot, stretched out his white sock-clad foot and gently kicked his arm.

"Believe in humanity, believe in the powerful self-healing ability of young people's bodies!" Qingye vowed to fight to the death. If he had known, he would not have told her the address!

"Hey, Kiyono-kun, you know what?"

Yanaijian smiled dangerously. "A roasted octopus has no ability to resist."

"Wait, wait, I'll just change places! Just change hotels, okay? Boys can take care of themselves on their own!"

*

Banaijian turned the key in the keyhole three times before it was aligned. Qingye leaned against the door frame, her body slightly hot. After opening the door, she bent down and untied the boy's shoelaces. She inadvertently recalled the scene when Qingye helped him tie his shoelaces last time.

She shook her head, getting rid of the unnecessary thoughts, and half-supported Qingye to the living room, her footsteps creaking on the solid wood floor.

The empty house was very quiet, with only the ticking of the clock in the living room and the sound of Kiyono's breathing. Even No Taro had been temporarily sent to the pet shop, but Yanaijian didn't pay attention to this subtle atmosphere. She asked Kiyono to sit on the sofa for a while and said:

"I'll go get you a room, wait a moment."

"...No need, I can just find a quilt and sleep in the living room." Qingye grabbed her wrist helplessly. The two looked at each other, and finally Banaijian nodded in compromise.

Looking at Yanaijian's back as she walked towards the closet, Qingye felt a strange feeling in his heart. The girl's parents had returned to their hometown. Does this count as living together... Although it was temporary, it was still forced.

After a while, Banaijian came back with a stack of bedding. She put the quilt next to the sofa, knelt down and spread it out. Sweat broke out on her fair face. Then she turned to look at him, smiled brightly and patted the bed beside her.

"Qiono-kun, come and lie down!"

This action is too easy to be misunderstood!

Qingye muttered softly and lay down silently in the quilt. At this moment, he suddenly sniffed his nose, and the orchid scent of laundry detergent and the girl's unique citrus scent enveloped him.

"Ms. Hanaijian, is this your quilt? People usually use my father's quilt here, right?"

The blue-haired girl coughed lightly, her delicate fingers playing with a strand of hair. She said nonchalantly, "No, there's nothing I can do. It's been raining these past few days, and Dad's spare quilt hasn't dried yet, so I can only use mine for the time being! Don't worry, I haven't used this quilt in a long time!"

"Remember to wash it thoroughly afterwards. It seems to have some smell after being left for too long." Qingye said indifferently.

"How is that possible! It's your own stench! I'll definitely wash away all your stench when the time comes!"

Banai pouted in dissatisfaction. This was clearly something she had only recently...

She snorted, stood up and looked at Qingye, her voice gradually softening:

I'm so tired, so alone

"Qingye-kun, you haven't had lunch yet, right? What do you want to eat? Today, Yanaijian will personally cook for you!"

"Sister, please give me money."

"I'm sorry, little brother, I've already spent all my money on snacks."

It doesn't look like acting!

Qingye closed his eyes and said lightly, "It's all right."

"Then make some egg custard and porridge!"

Banai saw Anxin holding the hair tie tied around her wrist with her mouth, deftly tied her blue hair into a ponytail, then took out an apron and put it on.

The apron is a refreshing and simple blue straight stripe, and the hem is as light as a skirt.

...Perhaps it was a boy's intuition, he opened his eyes inadvertently.

Banaijian opened the refrigerator, took out the ingredients, then boiled water, steamed rice, cracked the eggs, cracked them into a clean bowl, and placed seasonings quite casually - that was the experience accumulated over time.

Dongdong, gurgle, gurgle, the ears were filled with the melody before dinner. Qingye turned sideways, and this angle just happened to be able to see the semi-open kitchen area in the living room.

In the somewhat hazy vision caused by the burning, the girl was cooking seriously. From his angle, he could just see her back and some of her profile.

Because of the apron and ponytail, she looks cute and a little warm and homely, and the swaying skirt is like an iris.

In fact, he would look at Banai facing the stove from time to time in the restaurant, but why did it feel different now?

Qingye closed his eyes, fearing that if he continued watching, he would unconsciously give his body and mind to her. So-called men are such simple creatures!