Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Ling Zhao's hand seemed to be burned, and he loosened his grip abruptly, resulting in the quilt falling back and sliding further down.

Ji Lin exposed everything above his knees.

Ling Zhao's face was even hotter than his. He turned around quickly and asked, "Why are you sleeping without clothes on?"

Ji Lin didn't know whether he was confused due to the fever or it was too hot and he didn't feel anything. He lowered his head and took a breath to relieve the sudden feeling of dizziness.

"Ok?"

Ling Zhao pointed with his back to him.

Ji Lin realized it belatedly.

After he had a fever, he felt too hot in the middle of his sleep, so he took off his clothes and pants. He was so dizzy from the fever that he didn't notice that he even took off his underwear.

If it were in the past, he would have thought it was no big deal. We were all men, so it was fine to expose ourselves. He used to take baths in the bathhouse with his teammates. We were a bunch of grown men, so there was nothing to be shy about.

But when he realized that he was being seen by Ling Zhao, he suddenly felt something strange in his body. He cursed him in his heart, calling him a pervert, and quickly pulled the quilt over him, covering the area below his waist and abdomen tightly.

The temperature is higher.

He blushed and secretly looked at Ling Zhao, but Ling Zhao suddenly said, "I'll go downstairs and make you some porridge."

Having said that, Ling Zhao didn't even look at him, quickly left the room and closed the door.

After taking the medicine, Ji Lin lay back down.

He pinched the quilt with both hands and lifted it up, and a certain part under the quilt became unusually active.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and cursed in disgust: "That's enough!"

Ling Zhao calmed down in the kitchen for a long time before he remembered to make porridge for Ji Lin.

There are ingredients in the refrigerator that the nanny prepared before she took leave.

Ling Zhao cooked some porridge, prepared two kinds of vegetables, and brought them upstairs.

Walking to the door, he took a deep breath. Ji Lin should have put on his clothes, right?

Don't you think there are only two men here, so they can just run around naked?

Ling Zhao hesitated for a moment and knocked on the door.

There was no response from inside the door.

Ling Zhao's heart skipped a beat, fearing that he had fainted. He didn't care about anything else and turned the doorknob and went in.

Ji Lin was indeed lying on the bed.

He put down the tray and quickly walked to the bedside, "Ji Lin, Ji Lin!"

Ji Lin frowned and slowly opened his eyes, only to meet Ling Zhao's worried look.

He subconsciously covered half of his face with the quilt, "Don't get so close, what if I infect you?"

As he said this, Ling Zhao realized that the window of the room was open. It was clearly closed before he went downstairs.

It should be that Ji Lin dragged his sick body out of bed and opened the window to ventilate the room, not wanting him to get infected.

Ling Zhao couldn't help but lower his voice, "It's not that easy to spread. Get up and eat something, and your body will recover faster."

Ji Lin supported himself with his hands and sat up.

Ling Zhao subconsciously wanted to avoid him, but luckily Ji Lin put on his clothes after he went downstairs and wrapped himself tightly.

Ling Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Do you want me to help you?"

Ji Lin laughed angrily, "I just have a cold, I'm not that weak."

However, as soon as he stood up, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes and his body shook violently.

"Be careful!" Ling Zhao hurried over to support him, "You haven't eaten for a day, and you have a high fever. Even a body of iron can't stand it. Don't be so stubborn."

Ji Lin sighed, "It's really not the same as it used to be."

"You're not old." Ling Zhao whispered back to him.

A hint of self-mockery flashed across Ji Lin's lips, "I am useless."

Ling Zhao's chest felt tight, and the hand that was supporting Ji Lin's arm tightened its strength. "You are the uncrowned king in my heart."

"Really?"

"I don't lie." Ling Zhao said.

Ji Lin was silent for a few seconds, "Then it's not credible at all."

Ling Zhao frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I think you must have lied to me a lot."

Ling Zhao's heart trembled, and he was unable to refute this sentence. He raised his eyes to look at Ji Lin, but unfortunately Ji Lin was also looking down at him, with a hint of inquiry and depth in his eyes.

Ling Zhao felt uneasy when seeing this.

Ji Lin raised his eyebrows, "Look, you look guilty right now."

Ling Zhao raised his other hand and slapped his right cheek, diverting his gaze away, "You are confused because of the fever, I have no guilty conscience."

"Ling Zhao." Ji Lin turned around and looked at him, "I'm a patient now, please be gentle to me."

Ling Zhao stopped talking, supported him and let him sit on the sofa.

After his fever subsided, Ji Lin felt much better and finished the bowl of porridge and vegetables in front of him.

"Are you okay to be alone tonight?" Ling Zhao asked hesitantly while cleaning up the dishes.

It's getting late.

Ji Lin covered his mouth and coughed a few times, "The fever has gone down, nothing is wrong."

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and said, "Call me if you have anything else."

He picked up his plate and was about to leave.

Ji Lin suddenly grabbed Ling Zhao's wrist, and when Ling Zhao stopped, he immediately took his hand back.

"Are you coming tomorrow?"

Ling Zhao hesitated for a few seconds and nodded.

The next morning, just after daybreak, the doorbell of Ji Lin's house rang.

He got up and opened the door, and outside were several people in work clothes.

Ji Lin coughed a few times and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Several people walked into the house one after another, and began to take out tools to disinfect the entire house. According to Ji Lin, his room on the second floor was particularly important.

After the faint smell of disinfectant was wafting through the house and he was sure there were no viruses, Ji Lin waited for Ling Zhao's arrival with peace of mind.

When Ling Zhao arrived at Ji Lin's house, he found that Ji Lin had not come downstairs yet. He was probably not awake yet. But the moment he pushed open the door just now, he seemed to smell the scent of disinfectant.

However, Ling Zhao didn't think much about it. He went into the kitchen, put on an apron and started making breakfast for Ji Lin.

When Ji Lin took a shower and went downstairs, he saw Ling Zhao busy in the kitchen.

Although he was busy, he did things in an orderly manner. If it were him, there would definitely be chaos.

Ling Zhao brought the cooked porridge out of the kitchen, but when he turned around, he saw Ji Lin standing at the kitchen door.

He was wearing a white sports sweatshirt and black sweatpants. Although his complexion still looked worse than usual, he stood there with a refreshed look, which made Ling Zhao's heart skip a beat.

I could barely hold up the porridge pot.

Ji Lin quickly stepped forward and took it, "Am I that scary?"

Ling Zhao's eyes shifted away unnaturally, and the scene of him wearing nothing yesterday evening flashed through his mind. It was as shocking and scary as it could be.

He was naturally guilty and too embarrassed to speak, so he could only say, "You scared me by suddenly appearing there."

How can he be scary?

Ji Lin was the most handsome person he had ever seen.

"Who said I appeared there suddenly? I watched you for thirteen minutes." Ji Lin lowered his eyes and looked at him.

Ling Zhao's heartbeat suddenly quickened, "Why are you looking at me?"

Ji Lin's cheeks were slightly hot, and he said calmly: "Steal my skills."