Why? I'm a passerby, why are you locking me up as a second male?

He really wanted to go to the toilet.

Gu Luocheng endured the pain in his butt and knelt down on the bed, eager to get out of bed and put on his shoes. The feeling on his body made him unable to stand up straight.

Yan Wenhan saw his appearance for the first time.

Gu Luocheng was moving around.

Yan Wenhan immediately hugged him tightly and said, "Aluo, don't move. I'll carry you, otherwise the needle in your hand will bleed back later."

Gu Luocheng, whose hands and feet were trembling from the pain, said, "Huh? Will the needle return blood?"

Only then did he realize there was a needle in his hand.

"Ok?"

Why was he injecting fluids? Gu Luocheng didn't want to think about it for a moment. He just wanted to go to the toilet.

Gu Luocheng's face turned red from holding back.

"Ayan, I want to go to the toilet, but I feel uncomfortable."

In fact, he felt sore in his body and his buttocks when he moved.

Yan Wenhan immediately received Gu Luocheng's message. He knew that Gu Luocheng was very uncomfortable, and he felt very sorry for him.

So he moved out the pole hanging the liquid medicine on the side.

"Arlo, just wait for me and I'll be fine soon."

Gu Luocheng held it in for about half a minute.

Yan Wenhan carried Gu Luocheng on his back, put one hand gently on his hip, and helped him push the pole with the other hand into the toilet.

In the toilet, Gu Luocheng was put down by Yan Wenhan. His whole body was limp. His fever finally subsided and his whole body was limp.

It just so happened that he was wearing a pair of dark blue straight-leg jeans.

One hand simply cannot handle it on its own.

If he took them off, the pants would fall to the floor.

If he doesn't take it off, then he can't hold it in.

Yan Wenhan stood beside Gu Luocheng, obviously seeing his dilemma.

He leaned forward and pressed against Gu Luocheng's back, saying affectionately: "I'm sorry, A Luo."

He was apologizing to Xiaohan for sleeping with Gu Luocheng in the middle of the night.

His sub-personality was still a teenager and half-understood this kind of thing, which was why Gu Luocheng was in his current predicament, jealous.

He did too, but there was nothing he could do about it. Xiaohan used his body to sleep with his person, so he could only take the blame.

Then, before Gu Luocheng could react, he hugged Gu Luocheng from behind and said again: "Aluo, let me help you."

Gu Luocheng was helpless: "Yeah...ah."

As soon as Gu Luocheng's voice rose, Yan Wenhan unbuttoned his buttons, opened his zipper, and stretched out his fingers from behind to pull on his waistband.

Gu Luocheng wanted to refuse, but had no choice.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

His whole face turned red, and he came out in front of Yan Wenhan.

Yan Wenhan took out the wet tissue from his bag and was about to help Gu Luocheng deal with it, when his fingers were about to reach where they shouldn't be.

He grabbed the wet wipe in Yan Wenhan's hand and handled it with one hand.

So he blushed and said to Yan Wenhan: "Please help me lift my pants."

In all his life, he has never had to go to the toilet personally, and this time he was really blushing the most.

Yan Wenhan reached out with his hands, lifted up Gu Luocheng's pants, zipped them up and buttoned them for him.

He carried the person out of the toilet again.

The pole was pushed next to the hospital bed, and Yan Wenhan laid Gu Luocheng on his side on the bed.

Then he carried him into the inner side of the bed and covered him with a quilt.

After Gu Luocheng lay on the hospital bed, he noticed that this ward was very familiar.

But I couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Where is this? It doesn't look like a ward."

He remembered that he seemed to have been to almost the same place. He couldn't be in the hospital.

Yan Wenhan sat on the side of the bed, always paying attention to Gu Luocheng, his eyes full of tenderness and warmth.

He explained to Gu Luocheng carefully: "Aluo, you have a high fever, so I took you to the hospital."

"This is the ward we once stayed in, and now it belongs to us alone."

When Yan Wenhan mentioned it, he finally thought about it.

This ward is the one where Yan Wenhan stayed in when he had a car accident.

It turned out that he had a high fever.

Gu Luocheng gave Yan Wenhan a rare sideways glance.

He had a high fever and it was not because he was resentful of Yan Wenhan and was not satisfied that he became like this.

Gu Luocheng even wondered if Yan Wenhan was sick. He was so gentle in the morning, but gentle but a little clumsy in the evening.

He suffered a lot, but he couldn't get away.

He thought he would be fine, but he ended up in the hospital.

Yan Wenhan looked at Gu Luocheng lying on the bed and said with warmth and admiration: "Baby, are you hungry? Let's have some lunch."

He just finished saying this, and Gu Luocheng's stomach coincidentally cooperated with him.

"Cuckoo" cried out.

Gu Luocheng lay on the bed, glanced at himself, and muttered: "My whole body is sore and I don't want to move."

"It's okay, I'll feed you." Yan Wenhan looked at him dotingly and answered.

Gu Luocheng's eyes instantly flashed with stars.

He nodded quickly and said, "Okay, Ayan."

Yan Wenhan opened the lunch next to the cabinet, took out a spoon, and picked up a bowl of rice.

Gu Luocheng looked at the dishes on the cabinet, and his face fell instantly.

He put his hands together and said pitifully: "Ayan, can I have something spicy?"

The dishes on the cabinet were so bland that there wasn't a single chili in sight, and he didn't like them.

Yan Wenhan smiled fondly, touched Gu Luocheng's cheek and said, "Baby Aluo, try it. It tastes pretty good. Don't you still believe in Wang Ziwu's cooking skills?"

When Gu Luocheng heard that it was Wang Ziwu's cooking skills, he immediately stopped refusing. Instead, he looked at the loofah, tofu and egg soup and said, "Ayan, I want to drink some egg soup."

"it is good."

Yan Wenhan gently let go of Gu Luocheng's cheek, picked up the spoon, and fed Gu Luocheng one spoonful after another.

Gu Luocheng enjoyed Yan Wenhan's service and ate deliciously.

After finishing the soup, Gu Luocheng pointed to the winter melon meatball soup again and said, "Ayan, I want to eat meatballs."

Yan Wenhan picked up the bowl again, cut the meatballs into two pieces with a spoon, scooped out half of the piece and fed it to Gu Luocheng.

Gu Luocheng ate deliciously and happily.

He rarely likes spicy food and likes such a light dish.

"Ayan, it's so fragrant and delicious."

"Well, Aluo is also delicious."

Gu Luocheng: "..."

Is there something wrong with his speech? Yan asked Han's answer so strangely.

He remembered this sentence Yan Wenhan once said to him, when he was staring at the body of another Gu Luocheng coming into this world.

Yan Wenhan told him when he slept with him after his birthday.

Gu Luocheng's butt was still hurting so much. When he thought of this, he immediately said, "Ayan, you are so naughty."

"Don't say that, do you hear me?"

Yan Wenhan nodded very obediently.

The next moment.

"Arlo is the most fragrant and sweet, and my favorite."

Gu Luocheng: "..."

Yan Wenhan is really intolerant of oil and salt.

He stopped talking, and Yan Wenhan teased him casually.

Gu Luocheng believed that he would get used to it one day.

Gu Luocheng had a ball in his mouth and said nothing more.

Yan Wenhan's smile at this moment was doting and caring, plain and warm, and his obsidian eyes were full of love for Gu Luocheng.

He thoughtfully handed a glass of warm water to Gu Luocheng.

Gu Luocheng instantly became like a monkey king, a king.

And Yan Wenhan was his little monkey, sitting obediently and feeding him.