Counterfeit

The humidifier placed in the corner glowed red due to insufficient water, and a faint circle of light diffused in the air. Wen Ye lay quietly on the bed. Song Yuan touched the back of Wen Ye's neck, and it was terribly hot.

Song Yuan was stunned for a while, reached out and put Wen Ye's exposed arm into the quilt, turned off the chandelier on the ceiling, the light in the bedroom dimmed again, and a white spot of light appeared briefly in Song Yuan's sight, But it disappeared quickly.

Wen Ye still had his eyes closed, but the eyebrows seemed to relax a bit, Song Yuan leaned towards Wen Ye, and shook Wen Ye's shoulder lightly, but he still didn't wake up.

Shen Feng, who was arranging his boss's itinerary for next month, received a call from Song Yuan.

She picked it up, there was a weird silence for a few seconds, and then she heard Song Yuan ask: "Do you know where my medicine box is kept?"

Song Yuan's side was very quiet, and Shen Feng could even hear the noise of searching for things on the other end of the phone. Shen Feng closed the computer, stood up and said, "Dr. Chen took it away last time."

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Feng asked him.

"No." Song Yuan was quiet for a while, and then said: "Buy a thermometer and send it over, as well as antipyretics."

Since Shen Feng became Song Yuan's secretary, Song Yuan seldom troubled her because of her personal affairs. Compared with other bosses who behaved strangely and uncertainly, Song Yuan was very easy to get along with.As for the boss's private life, this belongs to the scope of Shen Feng's work.Shen Feng quickly agreed, and she walked towards the outer door with her mobile phone.

The secretary couldn't take the initiative to hang up the boss's phone, so Shen Feng turned on the speakerphone, put the phone on the shoe cabinet, and bent over to put on the shoes.Because the other end of the phone was quiet for too long, Shen Feng thought the phone had been hung up. After a while, she heard Song Yuan calling her name.

"Yes, Mr. Song." Shen Feng moved his head to the microphone.

Song Yuan spoke slowly, as if he asked her with some hesitation: "Will a fever kill you?"

Shen Feng was stunned for a moment, she didn't know where the boss's question came from, but she quickly replied: "Normally not."

"But he's not moving now." Song Yuan's voice was very flat, and Shen Feng couldn't tell if there was any sadness in it. After a few seconds, Song Yuan added: "But he's still breathing."

Shen Feng said that she would be there soon, Song Yuan hummed and hung up the phone.

The mobile phone in his hand was heavy, Song Yuan sat by the bed for a while, took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed, time seemed to stop suddenly, Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye's closed eyes in a daze.

I don't know when it started, but he could gradually distinguish Wen Ye from Wen Shu, Wen Ye loves to laugh, his pupils are darker, and his brow bones are also higher.Wen Ye was always forced to participate in various sports during the high school sports meeting, but he did well every time.The girls at the school said that Wen Ye runs fast and has a beautiful high jump posture, but Song Yuan has never seen these.

Because at that time, he was writing various mock papers in order to get into the university that Wenshu said.

Even though he and Wen Ye are in the same middle school, and have worked at the front desk for nearly four semesters, his understanding of Wen Ye is limited to: Wen Shu's younger brother, who always kicks his stool with his legs, loves to laugh, and has the same grades as maths Poor pen turning technique.

Thinking of this, Song Yuan turned his head to look at Wen Ye again, and the quilt slipped to his chest at some point.Song Yuan leaned over, grabbed the corner of the quilt and lifted it up. The back of his hand touched Wen Ye's face. Song Yuan felt that it was hotter than before.

Song Yuan sat on the bed. Even though he didn't have much life experience, he knew that he had a fever to such an extent that he needed to see a doctor.

Song Yuan got off the bed and stood barefoot on the carpet. He leaned over, put Wen Ye's arms on his shoulders, wrapped his arms around Wen Ye's waist, and tried to pull him up from the bed.

But Song Yuan failed to estimate the size of the two of them. Song Yuan tried his best, but he could only get Wen Ye's body off the mattress for a few seconds, let alone carry him downstairs.After several attempts, Song Yuan finally gave up. He threw Wen Ye back on the bed, laying on Wen Ye's body sideways, with his head down, panting hard.

Maybe he was hallucinating from being tired, Song Yuan felt the person under him move slightly, before he had time to think about it, he heard laughter above his head, and then the man's hoarse voice.

"Why do you throw yourself into your arms as soon as you come back?"

Song Yuan paused, sat up from Wen Ye, and saw Wen Ye's dark and bright eyes again in the dim light.He was lying on the bed with messy hair, slow blinking, and dry lips.

"Have you been pretending to be dead?" Song Yuan asked Wen Ye in a calm voice.

"How could it be?" Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan, his long and narrow eyes bent down, his voice became hoarse due to discomfort, "You were pressing on me, I couldn't breathe, I woke up because of suffocation."

Song Yuan raised his eyebrows lightly, and his tone fluctuated: "You mean I'm heavy?"

"When your fever is gone, I'll find a scale and weigh you." Song Yuan spoke quickly, and he continued, "You need to know how many catties you have."

Song Yuan was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, baring its teeth and claws to seek justice. Wen Ye just lay on the bed, watched Song Yuan's mouth open and close, and then said yes with a smile.

One-way output of any topic is always boring, Song Yuan saw that Wen Ye did not refute, and also picked up the memory of Wen Ye's fever, so he decided to be kind.

When Song Yuan was thinking about whether to turn on the light, Wen Ye suddenly reached out to him and said, "I want to sit up."

Anyway, I'm going to the hospital soon, so it's better to sit up first, Song Yuan thought so, he took Wen Ye's wrist and let Wen Ye sit on the bed.But Wen Ye didn't sit for a while, he frowned, and cried out very weakly that he was dizzy.

Dealing with patients always requires more patience.

Song Yuan planned to help him to lie down again, but before he could stretch out his hand, Wen Ye fell straight towards him, but Wen Ye seemed to have controlled his strength, he was not as heavy as before, only his head rested on Song Yuan's shoulder.

The high body temperature made Song Yuan's chest tight. He reached out to push Wen Ye away, but Wen Ye grabbed Song Yuan's hand one step faster.Wen Ye turned his head sideways, and his hot breath fell on Song Yuan's earlobe and neck, and Song Yuan's body trembled slightly.

"I'm dizzy." Wen Ye said vaguely, "Don't move."

Song Yuan didn't know what to say, so he didn't move.

Some harsh doorbells broke the silence, and then the mobile phone on the table lit up, Song Yuan thought that Shen Feng should have arrived.

Wen Ye moved, his lips touched Song Yuan's collarbone, and said, "Someone is here."

"Do you want me to hide?" Wen Ye moved away from Song Yuan's shoulder, looked down at Song Yuan's lips, and asked him.

Song Yuan paused, then said, "No need."

Song Yuan went downstairs, opened the door, and saw Shen Feng standing at the door with a paper bag.

"President Song." Shen Feng opened the bag, pointed to the medicine box and said, "This is an antipyretic, and the white one is an anti-inflammatory medicine. If you have a sore throat, you can drink this."

Song Yuan nodded and took the bag, Shen Feng helped him close the door outside, halfway through, Shen Feng suddenly heard Song Yuan's voice.

The door was reopened, and Shen Feng watched her boss pursed his lips unnaturally, then pointed to the light blue medicine box packaging and repeated: "This is a fever-reducing medicine."

"That's right." Shen Feng said.

Song Yuan nodded lightly, then closed the door.

Song Yuan returned to the bedroom, stood by the door for a while, and then asked, "I turned on the light."

"Okay." Song Yuan heard Wen Ye say.

Fingers touched the protruding switch on the wall, Song Yuan pressed it, and the light in the room became bright again.Song Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed. He lowered his head and unwrapped the plastic package of the thermometer, took a look at the instruction manual, turned the side of the thermometer's display screen towards him, and stuck it to Wen Ye's forehead.

Nothing appeared on the screen, Song Yuan frowned, he looked down at the manual again, and muttered softly: "What's going on..."

Song Yuan pressed the button on the side of the thermometer twice, lifted it up and touched Wen Ye's forehead, but there was still no digital display.

As if he had seen enough of Song Yuan's stupidity, the corners of Wen Ye's lips twitched. He stretched out his hand, grabbed Song Yuan's wrist holding the thermometer, pressed it against his forehead, and said with a smile, "It should be like this."

In the next second, Song Yuan heard a beep, and then a number appeared on the display: 38.4.

Wen Ye's palms were hot, covering the skin of Song Yuan's wrist with a thin layer of sweat, Song Yuan lowered his eyes, and pulled his hand out of Wen Ye's hand.

"Clean up." Song Yuan put down the thermometer, "Take you to the hospital."

Wen Ye raised his eyes slightly, and refused with a relaxed expression: "No."

Song Yuan's hands were on the quilt, and the small piece of skin that Wen Ye touched just now was still hot. Unexpectedly, Wen Ye would refuse, Song Yuan was stunned for a moment.

"If you have a fever, you will be stupid." Song Yuan moved closer to Wen Ye, and said in a serious tone: "It will also kill people."

Wen Ye looked at him, took out his hand that was under the quilt, and covered the back of Song Yuan's hand, with a heat that no one could ignore.Wen Ye pressed Song Yuan's hand, moved closer to him, and then lowered his head.

"I want to kiss you." The temperature on the back of the hand gradually increased, and Wen Ye's fingertips rested on Song Yuan's wrist.

The corners of Song Yuan's lips were straightened, as if he was judging whether Wen Ye's brain was burnt out.

Wen Ye's Adam's apple moved, he looked into Song Yuan's eyes and said, "If I don't kiss you, I will die."

He didn't lie, there are thousands of ways to die for the 70 billion human beings on the earth, and here in Wen Ye, if you can't get close to Song Yuan, you will die, which is one of them.Maybe it was because of bad intentions, Wen Ye took advantage of his persistent high fever very unkindly, even though his throat was tight and his vision was blurred, he still wanted to show his true colors once.

Wen Ye leaned over, getting closer and closer to Song Yuan, so close that the tip of his nose touched, and his breath intertwined.Then in the next second, Song Yuan seemed to wake up from a big dream, put his hand on Wen Ye's chest, and slightly turned his face away.

Wen Ye moved a little away, lowered his eyes, and smiled lightly.

"Why is Mr. Song so stingy?"

Song Yuan withdrew his hand, and he lowered his head to find the medicine in the bag, revealing a small section of his very white wrist.

"Stop making trouble." Song Yuan said to Wen Ye.

He looked into Song Yuan's eyes, hummed lazily, and said "OK".

In the brightly lit bedroom, Wen Ye was sitting on the same bed with his sweetheart. He tried to take a step forward, but once again his foot missed.