Excessive deviation

Zhong Shitian's breathing was heavy, and Zhao Shuyao felt that he was beginning to slide, so he hugged him even tighter. He felt that something was wrong with Zhong Shitian, it was too hot.

"When is the day, when is the day?"

Zhong Shitian was dizzy, and when he regained consciousness, he was already lying in Zhao Shuyao's room.

Zhao Shuyao took out the temperature needle from Zhong Shitian's armpit, looked at it and frowned, "39 degrees five, high fever."

Zhong Shitian's voice was waxy, "How did I get in?"

"I recited it." Zhao Shuyao said, "I'm curious about how you came here."

Zhong Shitian recalled slowly, and finally said: "I don't remember..."

Zhao Shuyao: "..."

"I want to drink water..." Zhong Shitian said hoarsely.

Zhao Shuyao fell for him, and he helped Zhong Shitian up, and Zhong Shitian leaned on his arm independently, holding Zhao Shuyao's hand hotly, and just started drinking.

Zhao Shuyao seemed to be burned, but he was addicted to this feeling. Zhong Shitian's weak and docile appearance was simply encouraging him to do bad things.

After drinking half a cup, Zhong Shitian fell down again limply.

Zhao Shuyao had never taken care of anyone, so it took him a while to realize that he wanted to take Zhong Shitian to the hospital.

"I called Aunt Jiang... I really don't understand how she would let you go out when you are like this." Zhao Shuyao said.

"Don't call." Zhong Shitian said sleepily, "She will take me to the hospital."

"Shouldn't you go?" Zhao Shuyao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Going to the hospital...you need an injection." Zhong Shitian said, "The nurse squeezed my butt..."

Zhao Shuyao: "..."

When Zhong Shitian said this, he really didn't want him to go to the hospital.He had no choice but to recall when he was a child, on TV and in books about taking care of patients, first he took a wet towel soaked in cold water and put it on Zhong Shitian's forehead, which seemed right, because Zhong Shitian felt comfortable sigh.

Then he made medicine for him, and Zhong Shitian who drank the medicine was also obedient, sucking small mouthfuls, Zhao Shuyao couldn't hold back, and gently rubbed his soft hair.

"It's over." Zhong Shitian returned the cup to him, and smacked his lips in recollection.

"If you don't get better at noon, go to the hospital." Zhao Shuyao said.

Zhong Shitian retracted under the quilt, looked at him with foggy eyes, and whispered "Oh".

Zhao Shuyao ran the towel through the water again, and put it on him again.

"Do you want to sleep?" Zhao Shuyao asked.

Zhong Shitian shook his head, "It's much more comfortable now."

"Then can you explain why you said you wanted to do morning exercises together but you burned like this?"

Zhong Shitian buried half of his face in the quilt with a guilty conscience, so he tasted Zhao Shuyao's smell pleasantly, and he was delighted again, and said, "Because I'm going to exercise, I think I'm going to sweat anyway." , then it’s better to eat more..." It’s probably the mentality that only when you’re full can you lose weight.

Zhao Shuyao looked at him speechlessly.

"Then I ate a lot, and my throat hurt a little at night. I didn't take it seriously...The air conditioner was turned too low."

"are you……"

"Don't say I deserve it!" Zhong Shitian hid under the quilt, "I'm sick..."

Zhao Shuyao thought it was funny, and pulled down the quilt, "Come out, you still have a towel on your head, don't let the virus stick to my quilt."

Zhong Shitian raised his head aggrievedly, "It's already stuck..."

Zhao Shuyao adjusted the towel and said, "No one in your family noticed that you have a fever?"

"Maybe I didn't wake up." Zhong Shitian said, "Normally, I haven't woken up at this time."

"Like a pig." Zhao Shuyao mocked.

Zhong Shitian glared at him wetly.

Zhao Shuyao's throat tightened, and he reached out to cover Zhong Shitian's eyes to prevent him from seeing his forbearance.

"Why?" Zhong Shitian asked.

"are you hungry?"

"A little bit, I want to drink porridge." Zhong Shitian said.

Zhao Shuyao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were back to normal. He put down his hands and said, "I'll go buy it."

Zhong Shitian said: "It's very simple to cook porridge, just add a little more water..."

Zhao Shuyao interrupted him: "Are you sure you want to try what I did?"

Zhong Shitian pondered for a while, and finally, thinking about his own illness, he shook his head heavily.

Zhao Shuyao sneered and walked out of the room.

When he came back, Zhong Shitian had already fallen asleep, probably because he felt cold, so he folded up the four corners of the quilt to prevent a little wind. In this temperature of more than 30 degrees, Zhao Shuyao looked very feel hot.

"Shitian, Shitian." Zhao Shuyao called him twice, and stopped calling him before he woke up. He put the porridge in the refrigerator, and then went back to sit next to Zhong Shitian.

The feeling of having a fever was uncomfortable, Zhong Shitian frowned slightly, and his face was flushed sickly.

Zhao Shuyao stretched out his fingers, and gently rubbed Zhong Shitian's brows away until his brows were loosened. Zhao Shuyao's fingertips went down, along the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, and then to the middle of the person, and finally stopped. on the lips.

So soft.

Zhao Shuyao stared deeply, his eyes seemed to be filled with storms, almost breaking his restraint.

I just want to take his temperature.

Zhao Shuyao found a reason for himself to feel at ease.

He put his hand on the side of Zhong Shitian's face, and then slowly pressed it down, pressing his forehead against Zhong Shitian's.

The warm body temperature was almost like a fire, leaving a shuddering and throbbing imprint on his heart and soul.

No fever.

He got the answer, but he didn't get up.

He didn't dare to breathe hard, like a pervert, covering Zhong Shitian's face with one hand, rubbing the tip of his nose against his.

It has a sweet milky taste.

Like a puppy, he sniffed Zhong Shitian's face lightly, where did the smell come from?He stopped on Zhong Shitian's lips, where it was the richest.

Without hesitation, he pressed his lips up.

Compared to the last time, this time he was much calmer, and even dared to carefully suck on those soft lips, he tasted the taste of toffee.

He had a hunch that he would taste more when he went deeper. He obviously didn't like toffee, but at this moment, he wanted to taste more.

So he poked out the tip of his tongue and got into Zhong Shitian's lips.

Very hot.

His breath became short of breath, and some kind of terrible desire that could sweep away his reason was about to break through his control.

No, take your time...

He calmed down for a moment, then poked in again, the hot mouth almost melted him, the body fluid was very sweet, how could it be so sweet?

He knocked on Zhong Shitian's teeth, and touched the moist and warm tongue, just like instinct, he clumsily evoked Zhong Shitian's tongue, licking it lingeringly, and then he touched a hard object, it was The source of milk flavor.

Zhong Shitian actually ate a toffee.

He couldn't help laughing, his tongue became flexible without a teacher, the toffee rolled in Zhong Shitian's mouth, mixed with the ambiguous sound of water, it collided with the teeth and made a crackling sound.

Zhao Shuyao was completely addicted to it, and kissing Zhong Shitian was addictive.

It wasn't until Zhong Shitian let out an uncomfortable whine that he realized that he seemed to have gone too far.

With a hook of his tongue, the poor toffee went into his mouth.

When he left, he saw the silver thread connecting his lips and teeth with Zhong Shitian, and his face turned red belatedly.

He wiped the corners of Zhong Shitian's wet mouth clean, and his face regained his composure. It was that cold Zhao Shuyao again.

When Zhong Shitian woke up, his stomach rumbled, he was hungry.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw sitting not far away, with one leg stretched and the other bent, concentrating on the laptop on the small table in front of him.

The legs are so long.Zhong Shitian sighed sincerely.

Zhao Shuyao seemed to have a sense, and his eyes turned around, meeting Zhong Shitian's.

The numbness like a tiny electric current exploded in the spines of the two, and then spread to the fingertips.

It's like the soul is throbbing.

They looked away hastily, for fear that their feelings would leak out.

After a long while, Zhao Shuyao said, "I'm awake."

Zhong Shitian pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face, "Well, I'm hungry."

Zhao Shuyao got up and went over to touch his forehead, it was no longer hot, "I'll make you hot porridge." After speaking, he walked out of the room.

Zhong Shitian also sat up and patted his chest. Zhao Shuyao's face was pretty, but he couldn't be like this, right?

He attributed the throbbing symptoms to the sequelae of fever, he glanced at the laptop, and was a little curious, what was Zhao Shuyao looking at just now?

So he crawled over and glanced at the densely packed text on the screen, the US subprime mortgage crisis, speculative bubbles, herd effect, debt and creditor's rights chain...

Zhong Shitian felt dizzy.

Zhao Shuyao came in with the porridge, and saw him lying limp and boneless on the small table.

"Sit down." Zhao Shuyao closed the laptop and put it aside, put the porridge in front of Zhong Shitian, "Eat."

Zhong Shitian whimpered and asked, "What are you looking at? Why can't I understand a single word?"

"Learn some investment knowledge." Zhao Shuyao said calmly.

Zhong Shitian immediately felt that he had grown taller. Zhao Shuyao was actually learning by himself when he switched channels on TV. He was really good.

His eyes were straightforward, and Zhao Shuyao could see through what was going on in his heart at a glance, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, showing restrained pride.

But this kind of admiration was replaced by the bland porridge in his mouth, Zhong Shitian said wearily: "It's so light, I want to eat barbecue and fried chicken."

"It's you who said you want porridge." Zhao Shuyao said coldly, "Only porridge."

"But you have to order something for me!" Zhong Shitian yelled, "What's the point of drinking water?"

"The patient's request is not so much." Zhao Shuyao said impatiently.

"You are still so fierce to the patient." Zhong Shitian pretended to sob.

Zhao Shuyao had nothing to do with him, "Fried chicken and barbecue are out of the question."

Zhong Shitian rolled his eyes and said, "I put a lot of snacks in the kitchen cupboard before! I want to eat those!"

Zhao Shuyao looked at him suspiciously: "When was it released?"

"Last time? Or last time? I don't remember." Zhong Shitian said, "Don't you know? You can see it when you open the cabinet."

Zhao Shuyao said lightly, "I rarely go into the kitchen."

Zhong Shitian: "..." It seems that he is quite self-aware.

Zhao Shuyao went to the kitchen to open the cupboard, and sure enough there were all kinds of snacks stuffed inside. He took it out, and followed the same Baidu: Can I eat potato chips if I have a fever, can I eat chocolate when I have a fever...

In the end, only seaweed milk and biscuits were in front of Zhong Shitian.

Zhong Shitian wanted to cry, but seeing Zhao Shuyao's gloomy face, he had no choice but to give up.

After finishing the porridge, Zhong Shitian gnawed on the seaweed and said casually, "I just had a dream."

"Huh?" Zhao Shuyao turned on the laptop again.

"I dreamed that someone covered my mouth, and I couldn't breathe." Zhong Shitian said.

"Yeah." Zhao Shuyao was absent-minded.

"Then there was a small fish swimming in my mouth, and it kept biting my tongue." Zhong Shitian said to himself.

Zhao Shuyao: "..."

Zhong Shitian said: "What a strange dream."

Zhao Shuyao had a complicated expression: "...Indeed."