[One-year-old] The best you in the world

surge.

He grabbed the toilet and retched a few more times, but he still didn't spit out anything.

Singto hesitated for a long time at the side, before finally speaking: "I should be... quite handsome, right? I haven't even kissed him yet, so why are you so disgusted? I'll be hurt if you do this."

Nuan Nuan raised her eyes and looked at his frustrated face.

Even knowing that Singto was deliberately making him happy, Nuan Nuan couldn't help but smile.

He finally straightened up, pressed the water button on the toilet, ran to the sink, and washed his face with cold water.

Having made a fool of herself in front of Singto, Nuan Nuan was all sluggish, and returned to the room without saying anything more.

Singto understood that he was in a bad mood now, and he didn't dare to do it again. He didn't even mention the matter of drying his hair. He poured a glass of water for Nuan Nuan, rinsed his mouth, and lay down on the bed with him.

Nuan Nuan's heart was still in chaos, and he didn't know if he vomited the medicine he took before, but now, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and the lamp on the bedside was still on, dim but dazzling, even if he turned it off. If you look closely, the light that shines through is also disturbing.

After going through the farce just now, Nuan Nuan realized that her reaction to Singto was really abnormal.

Singto's closeness to him is probably just out of his personal habits.

What about him?

Not only let Singto enter the room, but also accept all his approaches.

If not because of his resemblance to Kongphop, then what?

Nuan Nuan couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Maybe he was really wrong, he shouldn't be greedy for this moment of relief, and put himself in such an embarrassing situation.

Maybe... Singto regretted seeing his strange reaction.

Thinking of this possibility, Nuan Nuan's heart became even more unbearable, and Singto's presence beside him suddenly became terrifying.

A severe sense of self-loathing engulfed him in an instant, and he really wanted to disappear if possible.

Nuannuan's stomach churned again, but he could only endure it.

He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Singto again.

Snapped--

The bedside lamp was suddenly turned off by Singto, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Before Nuan Nuan could be startled, she felt her hand fall into his warm palm again.

"If there is light, can't you sleep?" Singto's voice was as warm as his palm, "Let's turn it off."

Nuan Nuan twitched back, but Singto held it tightly, and even took advantage of his struggling movements to insert his slender fingers directly between his fingers, interlocking them.

Such an intimate posture is really not suitable to appear at this moment.

"You—" Nuan Nuan struggled again.

Singto gripped a little tighter.

"I pushed you away just now, just because I didn't want to kiss you for the first time, when you still liked someone else."

In the darkness, his tone seemed more serious.

Nuannuan froze.

"Some things, I know, you won't believe me if I tell you, so I don't want to say it yet, but I definitely don't mean to dislike you."

Singto turned around, his eyes were still shining even in the night: "To me, you are the most special existence in this world, the best you in the world..."

In Singto's words, he knew what each word meant when he took it apart, but he couldn't seem to understand it when combined in this way.

Nuan Nuan unconsciously clenched Singto's hand tightly, causing him pain.

But Singto endured it all the time, without saying a word.

Nuan Nuan felt that her mind was still in chaos.

He murmured and repeated Singto's words: "The world...the best me..."

Nuan Nuan couldn't help laughing mockingly.

Then when and what month can you hook up with the word "good".

Such heart-warming words turned out to be just a few casually made-up words by Singto to comfort him.

There is not much friendship between the two people, so there is nothing special to say.

But Singto was willing to coax him like this, and Nuan Nuan couldn't help feeling grateful.

Based on their relationship, it really wasn't appropriate to kiss just now.

Maybe Singto pushed him away not because of disgust.

"Thank you." Nuan Nuan finally loosened the grip on her hand slowly.

But this thank you is serious.

Thank him for being willing to comfort me, and also thank him for the push just now, which saved me from embarrassment in the future.

Singto understood that he didn't believe his words at all, but he was not in a hurry at this moment.

Seeing that Nuan Nuan's mood had stabilized, he was already very relieved.

"Go to sleep." As he said, his head came closer and rubbed against Nuan Nuan's shoulder.

This kind of intimacy is actually more comforting than kissing sometimes.

Nuan Nuan was already prepared to not be able to fall asleep this night, but, feeling the temperature of the person next to him in his palm, and listening to his gradually steady breathing, his consciousness also unconsciously became blurred .

The hands that were holding each other gradually lost their strength, and the muscles that had been tense on Nuan Nuan's body finally relaxed slowly.

He was asleep, breathing steadily.

And Singto, who made him think he was already asleep, opened his eyes quietly.

He was obviously not used to the darkness in front of him, and his brows were tightly wrinkled.

But turning his head to look at Nuan Nuan who was sleeping beside him, Singto's eyebrows slowly relaxed again.

He reached out with his other hand and stroked his warm hair.

Nuan Nuan, who has always had a light sleep, only grunted in her sleep and did not wake up.

"Sweet dream." Singto said his blessings tonight in a low voice, and finally let himself fall asleep beside him contentedly.

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Singto's body was fine, and within two days, he bid farewell to the gate of the hospital.

But Nuan Nuan was not less busy because of this.

In order to take care of Singto before, he piled up a pile of translation work at hand, and two manuscripts were time-limited, and now he can only work overtime to catch up.

It was the first time for Singto to see him work, and he was very curious, and kept circling around his desk.

It's just that he can understand all Thai, but he doesn't know a single Chinese character.

Seeing Nuan Nuan's fingers nimbly typing Chinese characters on the keyboard, the expression in his eyes can only be described as amazement.

"Amazing……"

"What? All self-taught?"

"Only a few months?"

"Genius, my husband is definitely a genius!"

It seems that his ability to flatter horses is also excellent. From another perspective, he is also... um, a genius.

In the end, Nuan Nuan couldn't take it anymore and chased people away, so he finally opened his notebook honestly, and Nuan Nuan each occupied a corner of the desk, and began to process the photos he had taken before.

The appearance of both of them working hard seems to be somewhat harmonious.

But Nuan Nuan's heart was not affected by this harmony.

In his heart, it seemed that there was a stone pressing down from the beginning to the end.

There was no sign of illness on Singto, and at the same time, his plan to leave should probably be put on the agenda.

He refused to ask, but couldn't help but wonder when Singto would say goodbye to him.

This feeling of constant fear is always more unbearable.

Perhaps it was because of constant mood swings, coupled with the hectic life recently, after staying up all night to catch up on the last translation job that needed to be completed on time, Nuan Nuan also fell ill.

Singto usually likes to stay in bed, and Nuan Nuan usually gets out of bed after finishing breakfast, but this morning, he slept until he woke up naturally, only to find that Nuan Nuan was still sleeping beside him with his eyes closed with.

It's just that I didn't sleep well.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he coughed lightly from time to time.

Singto woke up immediately, leaned over, and pressed his forehead against his. Sure enough, although the temperature was not too hot, it was really much hotter than him.

Singto sat up and pushed him awake: "Nuannuan? Nuannuan! Get up, go see a doctor."

Nuan Nuan opened her eyes, coughed a few times, and her voice became hoarse: "Don't..."

He was probably still a little confused, so he didn't notice that his voice was so soft and soft, as if he was acting like a baby.

Singto's words couldn't help but be gentle: "Hey, get up, you have a fever now."

Nuan Nuan stared blankly at him.

During the days of living here, although he didn't have many colds, he had a few serious ones.

But it was the first time that he woke up in the midst of other people's worries.

He blinked, finally regaining consciousness.

"I...shouldn't have a bad fever. There's a thermometer in the bedside drawer, please help me get it." Nuan Nuan said in a hoarse voice.

Singto got up quickly, pulled out the thermometer from the drawer, and handed it to him after shaking it.

Seeing Nuan Nuan obediently clamping the thermometer to his armpit, he ran to pour him another glass of water, poured it back and forth until it became warm, and brought it to the bedside.

Nuan Nuan's throat was already sore, and he didn't show any politeness to him. He sat up and drank with his hand for a while, only to realize that he was still holding Singto's hand. Kai: "Okay, thank you."

Singto reached out to wipe off the water stains on his lips, with a serious look: "I'm going to be angry if you're so polite."

He said he was going to be angry, but he didn't mean to be angry at all.

Singto put the cup away, sat down on the bedside and waited impatiently, and when the time came, he took out his thermometer.

"38 degrees 2." Fortunately, the fever is not too severe.

Nuan Nuan lay down again: "Just take some antipyretics."

"No! Get up and follow me to the hospital!"

As the saying goes, feng shui takes turns. The person who stood in front of the bed and forced the other party to get up a few days ago was still warm, but now it is directly reversed.

But Nuan Nuan is obviously more stubborn than Singto: "Don't... I don't like going to the hospital."

Singto was shocked by his straightforward attitude: "Did I not be afraid last time?"

Nuan Nuan buried her face in the quilt and didn't reply.

This attitude of not intending to communicate at all is really unreasonable.

Singto lay beside him, poking his earlobe protruding from the quilt lightly: "Aren't you also afraid of injections? You see, I was so afraid that I was pricked several times... It didn't hurt at all."

"Hey, get up and see a doctor, or it will get worse."

"Please, get up..."

Comrade Singto's tone became more and more pitiful, but Nuan Nuan had already made up his mind, huddled under the quilt without even raising his head.

"It's only 38 degrees... There's really no need to go to the hospital, I'll just take a fever-reducing medicine."

Singto poked his ear again: "You abused my husband like this before?"

Nuan Nuan was almost calloused by his name, but every time she heard it, she still couldn't help but feel awkward, and her ears that had been poked by him couldn't help but feel hot.

"Okay, it's okay if you don't mind." Singto finally got away from him and stood up.

Before Nuan Nuan could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard him continue to speak: "It just so happens that I also want to try how it feels to help you get dressed."

Nuan Nuan looked up from under the quilt.

Singto smiled at him: "Which one should I wear first? Well... by the way, I should take off the one on my body first."