Little Dumb and the Twins

The little mute doesn't seem to be in a good mood recently, his face always looks depressed, and his body's immunity is probably also declining. During the cooling season, he is honored to catch a cold.

Jiang Xingchen took care of him in the dormitory after taking leave for evening self-study.

"Taking antipyretics didn't work very well," Jiang Xingchen was wearing a black sweater, standing by the bed and looking up at Xiao Ya, whose face was burning red, "This is not good..."

He used his absolute height advantage to approach Xiao Ya's face on the upper bunk, "Come down and sleep on my bed."

Xiao Ya blinked his big eyes, staring at Jiang Xingchen obsessively as if he didn't understand.

"Confused?" Jiang Xingchen reached out and stroked Xiao Ya's hair on his forehead, and repeated it very gently, "Can you sleep on my bed tonight, I will take care of you in the lower bunk."

Xiao Ya was in a daze, but he listened to the phrase "you sleep on my bed tonight". If his face hadn't burned to the point where he couldn't get any redder, he would have reached a new level of embarrassment.

But I was so happy and excited that the dizziness of nodding could be ignored.

Xiao Ya struggled to get up, and slowly climbed down the ladder. In fact, he wanted to rush to Jiang Xingchen's bed for a long time, but the pain in his body made him slow like a turtle.

Before he touched the ground, a pair of strong hands touched his waist and shoulders, and then there was a moment of warmth and a moment of dizziness.

Before Xiao Ya's sluggish brain had time to recall, Jiang Xingchen had already stuffed him into the bed on the lower bunk.

"I'll go and apply cold water to you." Jiang Xingchen said, picked up a washbasin and went to the toilet.

Xiao Ya tucked himself into Jiang Xingchen's quilt blankly, because Jiang Xingchen's quilt had just been unrolled, and the cold fiber fabric was attached to Xiao Ya's hot skin, and the cold fragrance rushed to his face, which had a strange healing effect.

Xiao Ya was still immersed in the action of being hugged by Jiang Xingchen and couldn't extricate himself...I was just...was hugged by the princess...

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When Jiang Xinghai came back, Xiao Ya had a towel on his forehead, and Jiang Xingchen was nowhere to be seen.

How did he sleep in that man's bed?

Jiang Xinghai threw away the mask and walked over, seeing the unusual flush on Xiao Ya's face, he knew he had a fever.

"Tsk," Jiang Xinghai looked disgusted, "Frail and sickly." But he sat on the edge of the bed, hesitated for a moment, lifted the warm towel on the mute's forehead, awkwardly re-soaked it and wrung it dry.

Just as he was about to put the dumb forehead back, he suddenly found that he opened his eyes and looked at him at some point, a pair of wet, big eyes, without blinking.

Jiang Xinghai shook his hands in fright, and put a towel on the dumb's big eyes.

"I..." Jiang Xinghai didn't know why he was flustered by those eyes just now, and his brain twitched, "I'm Jiang Xingchen."

After finishing speaking, he quickly covered his head with the hat behind his sweater, and then carefully lifted the towel covering the mute's eyes to his forehead.

It turned out that the little mute's eyes were closed again.

Jiang Xinghai didn't know whether he was disappointed or heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes dimmed, he put one hand on Xiao Ya's pillow, and slowly bent down...

"I'm Jiang Xingchen."

He muttered to himself, deceiving himself.

A kiss so light that you can't feel it landed on the corner of Xiao Ya's mouth.