dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, he raised his leg angrily and kicked Han Mo.

He was angry and worried.

Angry at Han Mo kissing him, he was addicted to kissing, and every time he went too far, he had a fever, had no strength, and was too embarrassed to lose his temper in public, and Han Mo kissed him almost out of breath.

Worrying that this time it was completely exposed to droplets, no matter how hard Han Mo was, it was impossible not to be infected by the virus.

It's not a good thing to get sick, and the team doctor said that it can only survive, and there is no specific medicine.

This week, Han Mo will probably be quarantined with him.

Yu Yan and Chen Chi knew it was going to explode.

Han Mo let him kick without rubbing his legs, but his eyes were bright, he pursed his lips in satisfaction, and muttered: "The green kick from before hasn't gone away."

Yan Yibing scolded fiercely in his heart, he deserves it!

But in fact, he didn't speak, he just turned his face away, his eyes were cold, and he didn't look at Han Mo.

He didn't know what to do with himself.

Fall out with Han Mo, like before?

He didn't want to, since the estrangement was cleared up, and there was no deep hatred. Apart from the deviation in emotional cognition, he still liked Han Mo quite a lot.

It's just the master's love for his apprentices who cherish and love their talents.

At most, adding a little bit of Han Mo's thoughtfulness won his heart's satisfaction.

And when he was kissed for the first time, he was shocked, terrified, his hands and feet were numb, and there was a fire in his heart, and he seemed irritable to everyone.

But the second time, it seemed to be a little habitually numb, and I felt that it was not worth having a big reaction.

Especially after Han Mo kissed him, his eyes sparkled, he beat and scolded, he spoke carefully, paying attention to his expression.

It was like a little wolf dog who stole the owner's canned food but was not greedy enough, clenching its paws aggrievedly and excitedly.

It doesn't make sense, the reasoning is still chaotic, and it can't be killed with a hammer.

Yan Yibing put the hood of his coat on his head, covering his forehead and exposed slightly swollen ears, and hurried downstairs.

Han Mo followed him with steps.

He was taller than Yan Yibing, and his steps were bigger than Yan Yibing's.

But in order not to make trouble at this time, he still kept a certain distance from Yan Yibing.

The emergency doctor wanted to leave a message for Yi Bing to infuse in the hospital, but there were no beds in the emergency department, so he had to sit on a chair.

Yan Yibing refused, so the doctor had no choice but to prescribe antipyretics and asked him to take them according to the instructions.

After paying for the medicine and taking the medicine, Yan Yibing's stomach felt empty and sour when he smelled the bitter smell of the pharmacy.But he couldn't confide in Han Mo, so he could only sullenly walk through the hospital hall like a normal person.

When we left the hospital, it was completely dark.

In the dark night, the stars and the moon are particularly dazzling.

But it only appears.

Still the lights of the city are brighter, and the lights of the hospital are brighter.

Here is like a never-ending luminous house, tirelessly serving the human beings who may come at any time.

They are small but vigorous lives in this city.

It is not easy to take a taxi outside the hospital. First, the doctors in the hospital leave work, and private cars drive out of the basement continuously, causing a small area of ​​congestion at the intersection.

The second is that there are many people who take a taxi home, and there are hundreds of them on the taxi software.

Yan Yibing squinted his eyes, standing in the night wind, the broken hair that was not covered by the hat was blown up by the wind, blocking his eyes.

He hugged his lower abdomen, subconsciously protecting his body heat.

Although he was wearing thick clothes, he had a severe fever and his body was weak. The hotter his body was, the colder his skin became.

Han Mo took a glance, took off his coat, and put it on Yan Yi Bing's shoulders.

Although his coat is thin, it can somewhat block the wind.

Yan Yibing trembled and wanted to shake it off, but Han Mo's attitude was quite firm, and he pressed his shoulders to keep him from moving.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but with an extra layer of protection, Yan Yibing feels less cold.

He knows the times and doesn't struggle anymore.

After waiting for more than half an hour, a taxi finally came.

As soon as Yan Yibing got into the car, he slumped on the seat uncomfortably, closed his eyes, and frowned.

He has persisted to the limit, if there is no more car, he will wrong the driver of the club to work overtime.

In the taxi, he was afraid that the virus would leak out, so the mask was fastened tightly, and his breathing was not very smooth.

After driving for half an hour, the road was blocked, he stopped and went, and his stomach was also upset.

As soon as he arrived at the community, Yan Yibing quickly got out of the car, ran to the side of the road, hunched over, pulled off his mask and retched.

There was nothing in his stomach, only acid water, his legs were weak from vomiting, and he couldn't open his eyes.

He intuitively felt that his body temperature was definitely more than 38 now.

38 degrees will not be so uncomfortable.

He was panting heavily and coughing, but every time he coughed, the swelling behind his ear was affected, making him aching.

This disease is too painful.

He felt that Han Mo would definitely regret dying, for infecting him with such an uncomfortable thing.

"Baby, I'll carry you back." Han Mo paid the money and came to support him.

Han Mo's arms were strong and powerful, slowly transferring the weight of his body onto himself.

Yan Yibing's eyelids trembled.

He actually heard what Han Mo called him just now.

He calls him baby.

Even the master stopped calling, and his anger was simply ignored.

But when people are extremely uncomfortable, they are not in the mood to care about anything.

He just wanted to feel better.

Yan Yibing didn't refuse, and limply lay on Han Mo's back.

Han Mo bowed slightly, pressed his legs with both hands, and lifted him onto his body with force, then naturally turned upside down twice, finding the most comfortable position, and firmly clasping his knees.

Yan Yibing didn't know if he was heavy or not, but it was still very easy for Han Mo to carry him on his back.

He hooked Han Mo's neck weakly with his hands, tilted his head, and pressed it against Han Mo's shoulder.

The soft hair hung down, faintly sweeping over the skin of Han Mo's nape.

His face was very hot, I believe Han Mo could feel it through the mask, and then Han Mo seemed to deliberately rubbed his mask with his ear.

Yan Yibing half-opened his apricot core eyes, and his somewhat scattered eyes fell on the side of Han Mo's face.

Han Mo is still young, his skin is tight and elastic, his jawbone only has a small protrusion at the base of his ears, and his chin is very delicate and beautiful.

His hair is jet-black, but his skin is white. The ends of his hair are neatly cut in front of his ears, and the tails of his inner eyes are cold and narrow.

Yan Yibing closed his eyes, quickened his breathing, exhaled the heat from his body, and felt a little more comfortable.

Han Mo carried him very steadily and walked quickly, but the strength of his palms pressing his legs was still quite strong.

The effect of force is mutual, and Han Mo's fingers probably won't be too comfortable.

finger...

His stomach suddenly felt sour again, and Yan Yibing immediately lost his mind.

When we got to the door, there was no one inside.

Auntie has already gone back, and his parents went out in the afternoon.

Yan Yibing murmured to Han Mo the password, Han Mo opened the door with one hand, carried him on his back, and went to his upstairs bedroom.

As soon as Yan Yibing touched the bed, he went under the quilt.

Wrapped in a quilt, he closed his eyes and said softly, "Thank you, you should go back quickly."

Han Mo shook his arms, then squatted beside Yan Yibing's bed, his eyes fell on his face, he raised his hand, and stroked his messy hair.

Han Mo pinned his hair behind his ears so that his eyes would not be covered by the hair.

Afterwards, Han Mo approached him and gently pulled off his mask: "I won't come back, I will stay with you in your room."

Yan Yibing opened his eyes, frowned, and gave him a sad look.

Han Mo looked at him boldly, and gently slid his fingers across the side of his face.

It was burning hot, but the skin was dry and slippery.

"Don't sleep yet, I'll pour you water and medicine."

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, breathing heavily: "Han Mo, you really want to be infected, don't you?"

Han Mo didn't care, and chuckled lightly: "So afraid that I'll be infected, where is your thermometer?"

Yan Yibing's eyelashes trembled, and he said weakly: "Who cares about you." After a while, he whispered again, "There is no thermometer. The thermometer is in the medicine cabinet under the TV cabinet in the living room."

Han Mo helped him take out the cumbersome clothes, wrapped him tightly with the quilt: "Yes."

He turned off the headlights, turned on the lemon yellow bedside lamp, stood up, took the antipyretics prescribed by the hospital, and went downstairs.

Yan Yibing didn't rush Han Mo back either.

No one doesn't like being cared for, especially when the body is suffering.

He was worried that Han Mo would be infected, and because Han Mo kissed him while he was weak, it didn't mean that he didn't need someone to accompany him now.

This person has to be not afraid of the virus, and be willing to busy himself.

Yan Yibing sighed.

What's the matter.

He closed his eyes and was dazed for a while, the bed warmed up, and his stomach became less sour.

After a while, Han Mo came up with two bowls and a thermometer between his fingers.

Yan Yibing opened his eyes with difficulty, and found that one of his hands was filled with warm water, and the other was filled with glutinous pimple soup from the night.

Probably the last time he came to eat at his house, Han Mo wrote down where the tableware and flour were placed.

Han Mo put down the water and brought the pimple soup in front of Yan Yibing: "Eat something before taking medicine, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Yan Yibing had a fever and had no appetite, so he turned his head and buried his head in the pillow.

Han Mo held the bowl, waited for a few seconds, pulled his quilt, and exposed his head.

Han Mo chuckled, put the bowl aside, and stared at the back of Yan Yi Bing's head: "Are you acting like a spoiled child to me?"

Yan Yibing's heart trembled, his chest felt tight, and his ears became hot again.

He muttered: "Who is acting like a baby with you?"

Han Mo's eyes drooped slightly, and he slowly approached, his lips resting on Yan Yi Bing's ear untouched.

"Master, anyway, you have a fever, you don't have the energy, and you don't like exercising, so you can't beat me. I put your mobile phone in the living room, and there is no one else in the house. Now I can do whatever I want. They can’t save you. If you don’t eat, I’ll feed you with my mouth, and when the time comes, you can’t do anything but cry and swallow.”

His voice was deep and breathy, and the magnetic rhythm of throat rubbing diffused into Yan Yi Bing's cochlea.

Yan Yibing subconsciously tightened his shoulders as he breathed shallowly on his sensitive ears.

He had to turn his head out of the pillow sullenly, with disheveled hair, staring at his red eyes, and gnashing his teeth.

He believed that Han Mo could do it.

In the corner of the hospital hall, Han Mo dared to tear off his mask and kiss him.

Seeing that his head was exposed, Han Mo slowly picked up the bowl, scooped up some pimple soup with a spoon, and fed it to Yan Yibing's lips.

Yan Yibing paused for a moment, his lips touched the soft and glutinous soup, and he smelled a faint fragrance in his nostrils.

He could guess that Han Mo's cooking skills were not bad. After all, Han Mo had to rely on himself during the time when no one was taking care of him.

The pimple soup is not greasy, just put a little soy sauce and a little tomato, the egg flower is broken, floating on the surface, and the sporadic green onion is dotted with thin color.

The lump has been kneaded as fine as possible, but after all, time is limited, and Han Mo is in a hurry to let him eat, so there are still slightly larger lumps.

But Han Mo only scooped up the easy-to-chew ones.

Yan Yibing raised his neck slightly, opened his mouth with difficulty, frowned, and said softly, "It hurts."

The occlusal muscles don't listen, and they can't open no matter what, and the teeth feel uncomfortable when they are forced.

Han Mo coaxed him patiently: "Then you have to eat, I don't need to chew until tomorrow."

Yan Yibing lowered his eyes and stopped talking.

He silently held the spoon in his mouth and sipped the pimple soup.

Chew a few times in the mouth and swallow it whole into the stomach.

The stomach is warm and comfortable.

Although he had a fever, it was the parotid gland that was sick, and the stomach still needed nourishment.

Han Mo fed him half of the bowl in one fell swoop, Yan Yibing was a little numb from the pain, he lay heavily on the pillow, blinking as he watched Han Mo swallow the leftover half of his food naturally.

That's what he ate.

Yan Yibing looked away uncomfortably, and licked the inside of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

He seemed to have a deeper understanding of how much Han Mo liked him.

This is how to do.

It seems that I can't break it back.

Han Mo brought warm water over again, afraid that he would choke, supported his back and helped him up: "Take medicine."

He squeezed three antipyretics and fed them to Yan Yibing's lips.

Yan Yibing frowned, picked up the capsule, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it with water.

He rinsed his mouth a few more times, and the taste of lump soup in his mouth was completely gone.

Finally, Han Mo took out the thermometer and fiddled with it.

Although thermometers are mostly used in public places now, thermometers are still more common in homes.

But Han Mo's family doesn't have such a thing.

Han Mo seldom got sick since he was a child, and it seemed that his body also knew that once he got sick, his family's situation would become more difficult. In order for him to live strong, the cells worked extraordinarily hard.

Holding the thin thermometer between his fingers, Han Mo glanced at the scale, then looked at Yan Yibing, curled his lips and joked, "It's time to measure the temperature, this thing, where are you used to using the three positions?"

Yan Yibing gave him a strange look, stretched out his thin white fingers, grabbed the thermometer, stuffed it under the quilt, and pinched it under his arm.

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, feeling a little regretful.

Sure enough, it is the most common underarm.

While Yan Yibing was taking his temperature, Han Mo took down the bowl, washed it, took Yan Yibing's towel, and took a basin of cold water.

He soaked the towel in water, wrung it dry, and put it on Yan Yibing's forehead.

When the 5 minutes were up, he pushed Yan Yi Bing, who pulled out the thermometer and squinted his eyes to read it.

Han Mo directly pulled over and glanced at it: "38 degrees five."

Yan Yibing breathed out and murmured, "It's okay."

As long as it is less than 39, the medicine can control it.

Han Mo looked at him meaningfully, and said lightly: "You should know that the armpit measurement is not accurate, if it is in other places, the temperature may be higher."

Yan Yibing frowned and blinked: "Where?"

He really has no common sense in life, and he doesn't know what Han Mo is talking about.

Han Mo paused, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, then he quietly put away the thermometer and put it beside Yan Yibing's pillow.

He said in a gentle voice: "It's okay if you don't know now, I will teach you slowly in the future, and it can be regarded as reciprocating."

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