Shura Field [Quick Transmigration]

The boy stood there silently.

Yan Changjing stood opposite him suffocated.

The two people looked at each other, the boy remained motionless, but Yan Changjing put on his clothes as quickly as possible after a short period of stiffness.

His body was still wet, and there was even snow-white foam on his head, but his face had returned to its usual calm state.

Only the ears were red and red, as if they had been burned.

Yin Ranyu couldn't control his gaze, and looked towards the red ears of the other party, Yan Changjing was so watched that his whole body was on fire, he barely maintained his natural state, coughed dryly, and said: "...Do you want to use it? "

"………Um."

The boy was still running a fever, his thoughts were still not very clear, and he seemed much more obedient than usual in silence. Yan Changjing coughed lightly and said, "Then use it."

He had foam on his head, with a natural expression, and his body stiffly rubbed past the boy. The door of the room was a normal width, and there was inevitably a little contact between the bodies of the two.

Obviously before, he still hugged the boy in his arms, but now, the inadvertent touch made Yan Changjing's throat even more thirsty.

The boy turned his head, looked at his forcibly calm back, raised his hand again, looked at his palm, and closed the door.

...............

After Yin Ranyu patted his face with cold water to wake up his mushy brain, Yan Changjing had already removed the foam on the top of his head.

I used a spare towel to physically cool down the boy.

After hearing a slight sound of closing the door, Yan Changjing paused slightly. He was originally sitting on the bed, but when the young man walked over, he stood up uncontrollably.

The two continued to look at each other, the young man's face was still red, he stood three meters away from Yan Changjing, he didn't move forward, but he didn't retreat either, he didn't seem to know what to ask, he lowered his head slightly, With a slightly pensive expression.

Yan Changjing looked at his bare feet and couldn't help frowning. He hesitated for a moment, but opened his mouth anyway, wanting to break the current atmosphere, at least let the boy go back to bed first.

But the boy was a little faster than him.

He seemed to be thinking about something all the time, but because of the fever, his brain was chaotic and he couldn't think effectively.

So after finally sorting out his thoughts, he opened his mouth slowly.

He said: "Do you want...to let me be a lover?"

When he spoke, his tone was very slow, showing a tired and weak taste.

But the question was very serious, which gave Yan Changjing the illusion that the boy opposite would take off his clothes as soon as he agreed.

Maybe it's not an illusion.

Yan Changjing really wanted to have some communication with the young man, and he was even more eager for physical touch, but facing this kind of "invitation" request at this moment, he frowned immediately.

"No."

He denied it instantly, and took two steps forward, quickly shortening the distance between the two.

Like a kitten caught by the back of fate's neck, the boy was neatly placed on the bed by him, and he wiped the soles of his feet with the towel that could no longer be used to cover his forehead.

Then, Yan Changjing lifted the quilt and stuffed him tightly inside.

When he was doing these things, he was extremely serious and cautious. The young man stared at him blankly, not knowing why the other party reacted.

Obviously Yan Changjing didn't show anything, but it just made people feel... that he was angry.

Seeming to be angry, but it seemed to be just an illusion, Yan Changjing lowered his eyes and looked at the boy, his tone was still the same as usual - even milder.

Even the tone of speech became very soft.

"I'm your foster brother now."

As he said so, he stretched out his hand and tried the temperature of the boy's forehead.

Then continued: "I'm your brother, and I don't want you to be my lover... You have a fever, I just came to take care of you."

He rubbed the boy's hair and said: "These are things I want to do and should do... You don't have to worry about anything, and don't think about it. It's only natural for an elder brother to take care of his younger brother. No conditions are required in exchange.”

The boy looked at him blankly, with a little confusion.He seemed to understand something, but he still couldn't understand it, but Yan Changjing didn't say any more, he stroked the boy's hair again, and said, "I'll go wash it off."

He went back to the bathroom, rinsed off the remaining shampoo on the top of his head as fast as he could, and dried his hair.Then, he naturally stuffed himself into the boy's bed.

He sat on the outer edge of the bed and wrapped the boy inside.The other party obviously still couldn't figure out the current situation, but not long after, he fell asleep again in a daze.

He is too tired.

Yan Changjing thought so, he sighed softly, then pulled the big dumpling that shrank aside into his arms, and heard a muffled voice.

The boy's body temperature is still very high. In this weather, holding him in his arms is like hugging a ball of fire. Yan Changjing has no intention of letting go, and has always held him tightly.

In the first half of the night, the boy was as hot as a ball of fire, burning with flames.In the middle of the night, his body temperature dropped and became very cold.

Yan Changjing felt that the boy subconsciously burrowed into his arms to absorb heat.He hugged each other tightly, passing the heat warmly.

One night, the teenager's condition fluctuated several times.He was hot for a while, and shivered for a while.Fortunately, there is a human body regulator by his side, and Yan Changjing is busy working as both a cooler and a heater.

Fortunately, after tossing like this all night, the boy's body temperature also dropped slightly.He was bored all night, sweated, and seemed to be better, and his state became more awake.

Yan Changjing asked him to wash up first, and changed the sweat-soaked quilt and cushions by himself. When the boy came back wet, he carried him, snorted and dried his hair, put on a clean pajamas, and then It's okay to stuff people into the quilt.

"Wait for me a moment."

Yan Changjing rubbed the boy's head and said, "I'll be right back, and I'll get you breakfast."

After he finished speaking, he quickly walked into the bathroom. It took only 10 minutes to finish washing, took out the change of clothes he had prepared before, and changed into his hair. Get breakfast.

Yin Ranyu was stuffed under the blanket by him the whole time, and his feet never got off the ground.It was already close to [-]:[-] in the morning, just as Yan Changjing expected, the two aunts had already prepared breakfast, Yan Changling didn't know if he didn't get up, or he still stayed upstairs and didn't come down, only Li Wenchao Sitting alone in the dining room, slowly drinking light tonic soup.

When he saw Yan Changjing, he avoided his eyes slightly, tapped the kitchen with the back end of his chopsticks, and said, "Both are in there, just set them up."

Yan Changjing looked at him, said yes, and went into the kitchen.

Aunt Zhang was the only one working inside today. Seeing Yan Changjing coming, she hurriedly asked a few words about the boy's condition, ordered the tray next to her, and said, "Hurry up and send it over there. You can only take medicine after breakfast."

Yan Changjing responded, and left with the tray. When he reached the door, he saw an autistic Yan Changling on the stairs along the wall.

"Go and eat."

He frowned, glanced at the other party, quickly looked away, and entered the door with a tray.

Yan Changling was sitting on the top of the stairs, purring his hair decadently. After a while, Aunt Zhang came over in a hurry, grabbed his ear, and carried him to dinner.

The room was bustling outside, but inside it was quiet.The condition of the boy is better, and he no longer needs to be held in his arms and fed.He sat on the edge of the bed, facing the small table that Yan Changjing brought over, holding a bowl of fresh and light radish soup, and drank it slowly.

There was also a bowl of fruit porridge on the tray, with many pieces of fruit floating in it, and the rice grains were stewed until soft, and the taste was sweet and delicious.You can't eat too much breakfast. When the boy ate half of the porridge, Yan Changjing took his bowl and cleaned it up. While cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks, he asked, "Take the medicine later, or should I take it now?"

The young man paused, and after he regained some energy, he became bored again. Yan Changjing picked up the tray, glanced at him, and said, "If you don't speak, you are acquiescing."

Yin Ranyu: "......"

Although he was a little sober, the overall situation was still sluggish. After hearing Yan Changjing's "acceptance", he didn't make another sound, as if he really acquiesced.

Yan Changjing took out the tray and brought a large cup of sweet honey water, took a meal's worth from the cold medicine left by the doctor, and handed a small handful of pills to the boy.

Yin Ranyu: "......"

He looked at the cold medicine in his hand, and couldn't help frowning slightly.Although the impression is blurred, the bitterness engraved into the soul still exists.He paused before putting the pill in his mouth.

Yan Changjing hurriedly handed over the honey water, and the young man held the cup, gurgling, and drank the honey water dry in a few sips, the sweet taste suppressed the bitterness a bit, the young man relaxed his brows, and seemed to feel better Some.

Yan Changjing asked: "Do you still want to drink?"

Yin Ranyu raised her eyes to look at him, but said nothing.

Yan Changjing: "Acquiescence?"

He went to pour another large glass of honey water, and handed it to the young man when he came back. The young man held the water glass, remained silent for a while, and drank it slowly.

Yan Changjing asked: "Do you want more?"

"………don't want."

The big water glass was taken away, and Yan Changjing snorted several times on the boy's head, turned on the computer, and started working again.

He also asked the boy, "Is there any book you want to read?"

The other side said nothing.

Yan Changjing simply took a few light-hearted books and put them beside the boy's bed, letting him read them slowly.

This kind of daily life, just passed two or three days.

At breakfast on the third day, the boy's fever finally subsided. Yan Changjing took his temperature and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He also called a doctor to check on the condition of the boy's wound.The wounds made by those porcelain slices are not very deep, and it is estimated that they will heal in more than half a month.

Things seem to be finally turning for the better.

In the morning, Yan Changjing packed his things from the boy's room, moved out, and returned to his own room.

While he was packing his things, Yin Ranyu sat by the bed and watched.Yan Changjing also mentioned the clothes they changed yesterday, and was going to let his aunt wash them along the way.

"I'm going to work this afternoon."

Yan Changjing turned off the computer, asked the young man to charge his dead phone, and saved his private phone number for him: "If you feel uncomfortable, just call me."

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