After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

Upright.

Areas with dense blood vessels include the neck, armpits, and thighs.

He finally couldn't take it anymore.

The thin blanket slid off and stopped again.

The wrist was silently clenched by sweaty hands, the movement stopped, the towel was half hanging, shaking slightly, Jian Wuyu raised her eyelids and looked at the man who half stood up and stared at her coldly at some point, his eyes fell on his half red face On the base of the ear—I don't know if it's burning red or blushing.

The lights are dim and the temperature is slightly high.

Even though it was afternoon, it was a charming room.

He was panting with difficulty due to the fever, his white chest heaved and heaved, and dense beads of sweat slid down the corner of his forehead. The panting sound became a little louder, as if he was covering up the sound of his heartbeat. His eyes were bloodshot, but clear.

"Are you awake?" Jian Wuyu let the other party pinch his wrist and asked unhurriedly, "Do you feel better?"

Bian Boxian didn't speak, he stared closely at Jian Wuyu's calm eyes, unconsciously exerted force with his fingertips to leave some traces of him on Jian Wuyu's wrist, but he himself didn't notice this inexplicable feeling of unwillingness, so he It's like losing.

The person in front of him is so damn calm.

"Get dressed," she said.

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【18:00】

After losing contact for a short time, Baekhyun showed up at the SM company building on time, and accepted Cha Jaeji's lesson humbly.

"Yeah, I'm wondering if I should call the police, do you know?" There were stylists and makeup artists in the dressing room, and Cha Jae had to keep his voice down when he spoke straight, "Che Che said what happened to other people in your family?" What's the matter? Or a woman?"

Bian Boxian didn't answer, but asked instead: "Brother, why did you let Ah Che go to my house?"

Che tapped him on the shoulder, and said in a bad mood: "Because I was worried about you, I must have been drinking at the classmate reunion last night, and I called halfway today to pretend to be asleep! I had no choice but to let Che Che look at you Yes, you also know that you are being targeted now. The police suggest canceling all your activities to ensure your safety first, but you also know that this will cause too much damage to the company, and it is not easy to find reasons with fans... ..."

He paused, then sighed, "Che Che and I are both worried about you, so don't worry about it, okay?"

Bian Baekhyun looked at himself in the mirror who was still pale, and smiled straight at Cha Jae: "Well, I'm sorry, bro. Say sorry to Ah Che for me."

"Hey, tell him yourself, that kid just likes to talk to you, and he doesn't kiss my brother." Che Zaizhi laughed bitterly.

Bian Boxian raised his eyes to look at him, and finally smiled with lowered eyebrows: "Actually, Ah Che is very close to you, but a little shy."

"You can say what you want," Cha Zaizhi replied indifferently, he looked at Baekhyun for a while, and suddenly said seriously, "Baekhyun, if you don't want to talk about that woman, I won't force you, but how much do you want to talk about? Pay attention and know."

Bian Boxian's eyes deepened, and he nodded: "I understand, brother."

After a while, other teammates entered the dressing room one after another, and the room became lively, and it was not suitable for Cha Zaizhi and Baekhyun to continue talking.

When he changed into clothes, because he had to wear a chocker, the stylist's hand would inevitably brush his neck, but he didn't feel it, and he was even so relaxed that he felt a little depressed.

He concentrated all his attention on feeling, but the physical contact was only flesh and flesh sticking together, and then separated.

The makeup artist began to apply makeup on Baekhyun, putting lip gloss on his pale pink lips, and then using a cotton swab to slightly spread the edge, rubbing the cotton wool over the lips, it was a deja vu gesture.

At the end, the makeup artist used his little finger to wipe off some color from the corners of Baekhyun's lips, his soft lips were pressed down slightly, and then bounced up again.

Baekhyun didn't feel uncomfortable at all, yes, as an artist, he should be used to being touched when changing clothes and putting on makeup, but he still lost his composure in front of that person.

About that time, he was the one with the fever.

After all the preparations were completed, the team leader Jin Junmian stood up and clapped his hands, saying: "Let's go, there is still traffic jam on the road, don't make the fans wait too long."

Seeing that Baekhyun was still a little absent-minded, he walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Nervous?"

"That's right," Bian Boxian raised his eyes, all his thoughts were hidden in his black and white eyes, only a smile remained, "brother, we haven't seen them together for a long time."

Jin Junmian nodded: "It's been a long time, so you have to work hard and show your best state. Brother believes in you."

He squeezed the back of Baekhyun's neck affectionately.

This action is often done by the team members to Bian Baekhyun, because he is like a puppy with a long and slender neck, and people can't help but pinch him.

Bian Boxian is also used to being pinched. Although it is a sensitive area, he will dodge every time, but the reaction will not be too big.

But when the cold fingers touched the back of his neck, he was trembling, as if someone had pinched his lifeblood and panicked. In those short seconds, he was not only uneasy, but the shock of stimulation was very clear like a sea tide.

look.

It's different again.

Bian Boxian hid the dark color in his eyes, moved his fingers slightly, and typed a string of characters on the phone.

[Thank you for today's matter, I will treat you to dinner another day. 】

last night this morning

"Why are you still here?"

It was late at night when Bian Baekhyun came home, he quickly opened and closed the door, reached out and took off his hat and hung it on the coat rack, then scratched his flattened hair, wiped off his shoes with his heels, his slightly red eyelids drooped lazily with.

His complexion was sickly pale, his cheeks were blushing, and his breathing was slightly sticky.

Today's fan meeting was very successful.

However, as a patient in that state, when the wind blows for several hours outside to meet, he started to have a low-grade fever again, but his acting skills are so good that no one noticed it.

The lights suddenly brightened.

Bian Boxian closed his eyes unexpectedly, and the light shone bright red through the eyelids.

This scene seems familiar.

Bian Baekhyun frowned and raised his eyes. He saw a familiar suit jacket draped over the back of the sofa, revealing half of the gray corners of the clothes, and she was leaning on the back of the cushion. Hearing the sound, he only turned his head and glanced at glanced at him.

"You have a fever again." The woman stood up slowly, turned around to face him, her sharp eyes fell on his cheek through the glasses, "My prediction was right."

"Didn't I tell you to go back first?" Bian Baekhyun heaved a sigh of relief, lowered his head and stepped into the slippers, his voice hoarse.

The woman walked over, and the slippers made a steady "da da" sound. She reached out and handed the mercury thermometer to Bian Baekhyun, raising her chin to signal "continue".

Bian Boxian curled his lips, stretched out two fingers to pick up the thermometer, and asked her the question that had not been answered: "Why are you here? I told you that you can go back."

"To take care of you. Of course, if you want to go to the interview tomorrow morning in this state," she shrugged and said softly, "I have no objection."

"Are you worried about me?" Bian Baekhyun glanced sideways, seeing the woman's expressionless face, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled softly, his voice seemed to have been ground by sand, "I thought you would hate taking care of me. "

Jian Wuyu raised his eyelids and glanced at Baekhyun Bian when he heard the word "disgusting", raised his eyebrows, and said, "Since you will have a fever tonight and need my care, instead of being called over by you in the middle of the night, I might as well stay here by myself. Save a lot of effort."

A mercury thermometer takes at least 5 minutes to measure.

Bian Baekhyun kept staring at her, not knowing what he was thinking, those black and white eyes were probing as if he wanted to take an X-ray of her, to see into her bones.

Time is a bit difficult.

"Will you wear a mask when you go to meet?" Jian Wuyu asked after a while.

"I'm wearing it. I listened to you. I didn't have much contact with others. After touching them, I asked them to wash their hands with antibacterial disposable gel. They all thought there was something wrong with me—" Bian Baekhyun leaned against the wall with his head half tilted On the ground, the whole person was crooked, with tears in the corners of his eyes, but he still wanted to tease her in a low voice, "Do I listen to you very much?"

"There is a reason for this," Jian Wuyu explained in a business-like tone, "You carry pathogens on your body, and this action is for the health of others."

"It's a little sad, but it's for other people's sake and not for me." Bian Boxian tilted his head slightly, raised one eyebrow, Jian Wuyu's calm face was reflected in his dark pupils, and he licked his dry lips , weakly raised a ruffian smile, "Can't it be for me?"

Jian Wuyu raised his eyes, met his ambiguous gaze, and stretched out his hand without changing his face: "The thermometer."

Bian Boxian paused for a moment, then laughed weakly.

The normal body temperature in the armpit is generally 36.6-37.4 degrees Celsius, and the thermometer shows a temperature of 37.7 degrees Celsius.

Baekhyun has a low fever.

capable.Jian Wuyu was amazed, thought.Even with a low fever, she still has the willpower to play beauty tricks with her.

"Stop talking nonsense." She rolled up her sleeves, flexibly fixed the cuff buttons an inch above her elbows with her fingertips, then raised her eyes to meet Baekhyun's meaningful gaze above, and said flatly, "Please wash up and go to bed as soon as possible."

Jian Wuyu expected early in the morning that Bian Boxian would definitely have a fever again, so he made a greeting with Qianlong in advance, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't come home tonight.

She asked Bian Boxian to take the medicine, and opened a pack of antipyretic patches.

Rumor has it that a lonely man, a widow, and a woman live together in one room, like dry wood and raging fire.

But Jian Wuyu doesn't think she needs to have such a spark with Bian Boxian for the time being, so she sits on the sofa and uses her mobile phone to continue dealing with some unfinished business matters.

When Baekhyun walked out of the bedroom, he saw Jian Wuyu sitting upright on his sofa, connected to his home's WIFI, stepping on his home's slippers, looking down at his phone intently.

She developed an eerie harmony with her surroundings.

Bian Boxian