Can read minds and not mark

He Yunting froze after hearing these words.

The hands that were gently hugging Lin Han's body moved. He couldn't help but reach out and wipe the wet marks at the corners of his eyes. He let out a low sigh in his heart and looked down at him.

Lin Han's push just now clearly had no strength at all, but He Yunting felt like he had done something wrong, and he felt a lot of uncontrollable guilt.

My original intention was obviously not to hurt him, but I didn't expect that in the end I would make him cry for me.

He Yunting only looked at him, deliberately not paying attention to the clock on the wall, as if he and Lin Han were still in a desolate border area, and time was a superfluous thing at this moment, allowing them to squander it without hesitation.

For a moment, he almost wanted to take off the heavy things on his shoulders and just let time stay here. Without those complicated struggles, sacrifices, and conspiracies, he could just be He Yunting and fall in love with someone easily. People can express their desires easily.

In this way, Lin Han will not be sad or shed tears.

Or maybe Lin Han really has the ability to read minds, would the ending be different?

But He Yunting never makes these assumptions, he only lives in the moment and makes the most correct choice at the moment.

So when others can't see it, He Yunting always has some thoughts that he doesn't want to talk about.

Just like when he was in the border area and always kissed Lin Han's hand while he was sleeping - He Yunting looked down at the young man close at hand, and the secret thoughts came to him again.

Because they were soaked with tears, Lin Han's originally distinct long eyelashes were now blurred into several clusters, sticking softly to his eyelids. They didn't look aggressive at all, but only made people feel distressed.

He Yunting got closer little by little, and then leaned forward very gently.

One click, one click.

His lips pressed against Lin Han's lower eyelids, feeling a little liquid that had turned cold.

He Yunting's movements were very careful. Maybe he might catch a cold now that they were so close, but he didn't care about that anymore. He only thought about how to kiss the tears from the corners of the other person's eyes.

He did similar things in the border area.

At that time, Lin Han was as soft as now, and his cheeks were as red as now, wanting to mark him by himself.

He Yunting followed his words and bit the back of his neck, but in the end he was unable to control his strength and some changes in his body caused him to run away.

It was at that time that he knew his own body, and knew that he wanted to lick away the blood that Lin Han accidentally shed and not share it with anyone.

But now He Yunting stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched his upper lip very lightly, tasting the salty but sweet taste of the kiss just now.

He is now in a calm mood and has no lust at all.

But he still longed for everything in Lin Han, and longed for all his things to be his own, including his smile and tenderness.

He Yunting's mind became clear again at this moment.

His heart began to beat, excited by the knowledge of desire and uneasy by the fear of harm.

Unfortunately, he didn't kiss for long, and he was quickly startled by Lin Han's slight movement, and his lips left his cheek.

Probably because of the fever, Lin Han seemed to be uneasy in his sleep. He moved uncomfortably, frowned, and subconsciously wanted to find a warmer place. In the end, his head sank, and he was buried deeper and deeper in He Yunting's chest. forward.

He Yunting remained motionless for a minute, either because he was afraid of waking up Lin Han or because he was worried that his movements would be discovered.

Only after confirming that the other party was still asleep did He Yunting dare to move his position slightly and cover Lin Han with his coat again.

He also wanted to rest in such a rare position.

-

I don't know how long it took, but He Yunting was about to fall asleep holding Lin Han in his arms, when he suddenly felt a moderate pain in his hand.

He opened his eyes and found a small black dumpling huddled on his right side, biting him.

It is said that when the Kugur people want to protect themselves, their bite force is actually comparable to that of some larger creatures. If they bite hard enough, they can even bite off a small piece of meat.

Although Gululu bit now, he obviously didn't use all his strength. It seemed that he knew that Lin Han didn't hate He Yunting, but he was unwilling to give up this action because of his own hostility.

The little guy's fangs were grinding against He Yunting's skin, but the pain was too insignificant for him who had experienced many battles. He Yunting even let it bite for a while without expression, before raising his hand and shaking it to the ground. .

This action obviously made Gululu angry again. He let out an angry "squeak" sound and wanted to bump into He Yunting again.

But He Yunting was worried about disturbing Lin Han, so he didn't dare to compete with this little thing in bed.

He first reached out and touched Lin Han's forehead. The scalding temperature seemed to have cooled down a bit, and then he felt relieved. He carefully tucked him into the quilt, then stood up and glared at Gululu.

Gululu has seen He Yunting's face in the news countless times these days, and she has become a little bolder. She dared to look directly at him for two minutes without rolling around.

Just when it was about to blow up its fur and show off its "ferocity" to make He Yunting scared and escape, it heard a compromising apology from the other party.

"sorry."

"I'm sorry." He Yunting's voice was low, without any ups and downs, but he was sincerely apologizing to the little guy, "What happened in the border area before."

I shouldn't argue with you.

He Yunting did not say this.

Xiaotuanzi's reaction was always slow, but it still remained hostile to He Yunting, its small eyes trying to widen to express its anger.

"But...thank you for staying with him."

No matter how dull He Yunting is, he probably knows that Gululu is angry with him because of Lin Han.

Maybe a mark, maybe a hug, maybe a kiss.

Despite the misunderstanding, this little dumpling followed Lin Han sincerely.

It was willing to come so far away and leave its familiar home and friends for this human being. From this aspect, He Yunting still retained a trace of gratitude to it.

At least when he couldn't be with Lin Han, he wouldn't be too lonely.

He Yunting wanted to imitate Lin Han, reach out his hand and touch Gululu's little head lightly——

Unfortunately, he failed to succeed. The other party still dodged angrily, rolled away from He Yunting's hand, and put a little distance away.

He Yunting: "..."

After a while, Gululu finally seemed to understand, and the human in front of him seemed to be apologizing to him.

But he was a principled dumpling and decided not to lose his dignity so easily, so he shook his hair and pointed his butt towards He Yunting.

The other party didn't pay attention, looked at Lin Han, and then looked at it.

It wasn't until a while later that Gululu finally felt that he had put on enough airs, and turned around again, intending to accept this human's overtures, but heard He Yunting speak again, as if he was explaining something to it.

"I didn't mean to hurt Lin Han, never."

In the eyes of outsiders, it is almost impossible for the always aloof empire leader to apologize to a small group from a foreign planet.

But He Yunting did say that, and he said more than one sentence.

"Maybe I misunderstood you, I'm sorry."

Gululu later understood what He Yunting was talking about, and felt a little embarrassed.

It determines generosity.

The way to show generosity is to show closeness to humans - so it planned to touch He Yunting in a condescending manner.

Just as it put away its short limbs and rolled next to He Yunting, it heard his last words.

"Because I love him."

-

Lin Han finally had a complete sleep.

He didn't even dream. When he woke up, it was already broad daylight. Gululu fell asleep lying on his hand, and the man waiting downstairs last night was nowhere to be seen.

He hadn't slept so well in a long time, and his fever seemed to have gone away. Although his body was still a little heavy, he felt relaxed after a serious illness.

And soon, he began to slowly recall what happened the night before.

After taking a short time to think about it, Lin Han's mind went blank for a moment, and his face turned red the next second.

What has he done?

The fever was so intense that he couldn't think clearly. He Yunting politely asked him to take him to the hospital. After waiting for a long time, he pushed him with red eyes and begged him to accompany him.

Lin Han blinked, and all the blood rushed to his head. As soon as he sat up from the bed, he covered his face with the quilt again, bent down and buried it.

Did he say anything else?

After that push, Lin Han felt a little groggy, maybe he talked some nonsense, maybe...

He covered his face with his hands and calmed down for a while.

And soon, Lin Han smelled the aroma of food.

He stood up with his still weak legs, walked to the living room, and unexpectedly found a plate of ordinary-looking breakfast placed on it.

It was a piece of pasta. Lin Han observed it and found that it was not delivered to the door through the network system, but that it had just been made and was even a little warm.

He was stunned for a moment and walked to the kitchen curiously.

The kitchen was not completely cleaned up. He Yunting seemed to be in a hurry halfway through and left in a hurry before he had time to deal with the remaining things.

Lin Han looked down and was surprised to find that there were a lot of dumped noodles and failed ingredients in the trash can.

It seemed that He Yunting had to do it several times before he managed to achieve the effect of the dish in the living room.

Just looking at the barely-managed sink in front of him, the vegetables and various tableware scattered on the floor, Lin Han could almost imagine the rare rush of that person.

He may not know how to cook the noodles, he may be helpless with the foaming pot, blowing off the foam at a loss, or he may taste it clumsily several times because he doesn’t know whether it is cooked or not.

Lu Anhe had told him before that He Yunting's life was extremely boring, and it was impossible for him to cook by himself unless necessary.

Lin Han didn't know why He Yunting chose to do it himself instead of just buying it ready-made, but his mood improved inexplicably, and the scenes that he was ashamed to recall before suddenly became less embarrassing.

Even though he still didn't feel like eating, Lin Han still managed to eat several mouthfuls until there was a knock on his door and his colleague Shen Xiunan came to visit him again.

Shen Xiunan has a lively personality and talks a lot. As he walked in, he said the reason for his visit: "Lin Han, I'm here to send you some research materials. By the way, the hospital asked me to tell you to rest well at home and wait until you recover." It’s not too late to go to work. If you have any questions, you can still have a video call——”

Lin Han smiled at him and said nothing.

He hadn't worn gloves for a long time. Shen Xiunan was a little surprised: "Is your mysophobia getting better?"

Lin Han used to wear gloves to avoid unintentional contact and read the other person's voice without them knowing, but now that he no longer has this ability and is at home, those spare gloves are naturally useless.

Lin Han nodded: "Yes."

Shen Xiunan didn't stay long. After confirming that Lin Han was in better health, he planned to go back. When he walked to the entrance, he handed Lin Han the documents he had come to deliver this time.

Lin Han took it smoothly and touched Shen Xiunan's little finger when he took it back.

Originally this was normal, Lin Han didn't even care at first, but at this moment he heard Shen Xiunan's plans for the next work.

Lin Han's fingers froze.

Shen Xiunan didn't know what Lin Han was thinking, so he asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Lin Han quickly responded: "It's okay."

Shen Xiunan casually chatted with him for a few more words and then left. The other person was not a person who could hide secrets in the first place, so he also told him about his work plan, which was roughly the same as what Lin Han heard when he touched his fingers just now.

Maybe it's because his health has really improved a lot, or maybe his mood has become brighter with the fever subsided and He Yunting's not-so-perfect breakfast.

But anyway—

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