Mr. always refuses to divorce

Not just C suits.

The two wigs are placed on the long table right behind the end of the bed, they are as eye-catching as two heads, and only the blind will not notice them.

Further to the left is the tool he will use tomorrow, a sword... the length is specially customized according to Jiang Jingbai's height and hand length, it is ten centimeters more than the usual size, and it can't be ignored even if you want to ignore it.

The makeup case on the dressing table was not opened.

But anyone with a little IQ can guess that it is a professional-level cosmetic case.

In just a short moment, several thoughts crowded Jiang Jingbai's mind at the same time, causing him a headache.

Jiang Jingbai breathed a sigh of relief, with unrealistic luck in his heart, he raised his neck to see if Nan Yue was really in the hotel room where he was staying at this moment.

Jiang Jingbai didn't like darkness, so he didn't turn off the small wall lamp on the other bedside table before going to bed.

Now his mind is much clearer than when he took the medicine. With the faint orange light, he can recognize the tall man with his back to the big bed at a glance.

Nan Yue stood in front of the table, lowering his head slightly.

On the right is a wig, and on the left is a long sword.

The picture is too beautiful.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't stand it for a while, he pursed his lips hard and closed his eyes.

...this is going to kill me.

Perhaps it was because Nanyue's tone of voice telling him to take the medicine and the movement of hugging him by his shoulders were too peaceful, Jiang Jingbai's flustered state was not serious, and soon subsided.

He inexplicably thought of the situation when Nan Yue told his children that he went to bed late and played with his mobile phone like an elder over a month ago, and he began to feel guilty.

Nan Yue didn't say anything, Jiang Jingbai didn't dare to open his mouth right now, he could only swallow his doubts.

He pressed the pillow back, tilted his head to the side, his gaze flitted across the quilt, quietly observing every move of Nan's head.

Jiang Jingbai's viewing angle was limited, so he couldn't see Nan Yue's expression, but from the back view, the other party didn't make any strange reaction to his table full of messy gadgets.

Nan Yue took off his coat slowly, walked towards the closet, stood still for a few seconds, and returned the same way.

Jiang Jingbai almost lost sight of it.

There are not many hangers in each room, there are four in total, all of which are hung with C clothes by Jiang Jingbai, and there is no one left.

Naturally, Nan Yue could see that the wardrobe could no longer accommodate his suit jacket.

After standing still for a few seconds, he returned the same way, pulled out the chair under the table a little, and put his clothes directly on the back of the chair.

Nan Yue moved slowly, turning his body sideways.

Jiang Jingbai noticed that his chest was empty, and the tie he had carefully tied every day was gone.

I'm afraid I came in a hurry, so I don't care about those at all.

The slightly hot breath sprayed to the edge of the quilt, and after being hindered, part of it bounced back, and it was hot around the eyes.

Jiang Jingbai retracted his fingertips, grabbed a corner of the bed sheet under the quilt, and heard a low hum from Nan Yue's cell phone, and there was news.

Nan Yue glanced at it, walked to the door, had a low-pitched conversation with someone outside, and when he came back, he had a small suitcase in his hand.

He lightly took out his pajamas, turned his shoulders and neck when he got up, as if he wanted to see the worrying patient on the bed.

Jiang Jingbai closed his eyes reflexively.

Nan Yue didn't notice it, went to the bathroom and turned on the small stream of water to take a shower, and lay down on the other half of the bed after coming out. It wasn't until Jiang Jingbai's body temperature was re-measured with a forehead thermometer before going to bed that he realized that the other person's breathing rate didn't seem to be falling asleep. .

Thoughtful, Nan Yue continued to take his temperature.

The temperature was 38°C, which was a little lower than before, and the efficacy of the medicine had begun to work.

Nan Yue put the forehead thermometer on the bedside table, bent his elbows to support his head, lay down on his side, and put his right hand on Jiang Jing's white shoulder: "Can't sleep?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the little golden-haired eyelashes trembled imperceptibly.

He held back his eyes tightly.

Nan Yue was amused, and groped his flushed cheeks with his thumb: "If you are so uncomfortable that you can't sleep, we will go to the hospital now."

Jiang Jingbai had a cold and a fever, and his breathing sound was a little heavier than usual. Nan Yue could easily hear that his breathing intervals became shorter due to nervousness.

Within half a minute, Jiang Jingbai's upper eyelashes tremblingly lifted: "...Aren't you at home? Why did you appear suddenly...I thought I was dreaming just now."

On the surface, it is a dream, but in essence, [-]% of it is a nightmare.

He is so uncomfortable that he has woken up until now, and it seems that he really can't fall asleep without explaining a few words.

Nan Yue repeated the explanation he had said: "At the end of the chat, you made a typo."

After catching a cold, breathing is not smooth, the oxygen supply to the brain is reduced, and the reaction is temporarily slowed down.

Jiang Jingbai vaguely remembered that Nan Yue also said this when feeding him medicine.

He chatted with Nanyue before going to bed, and the last sentence was...

"Good night?" Jiang Jingbai asked hoarsely.

"Yeah." Nan Yue said, "You didn't type out the words, what you sent me was a string of pinyin."

Still wrong.

Jiang Jingbai understood.

He was sleepy at that moment, his head felt dizzy and heavy, so he quickly fell asleep after saying good night.

Jiang Jingbai occasionally gets hand cancer when chatting, but if he makes a typo, he will quickly make up the correct one.

Seeing his shapeless "good night", Nan Yue had a premonition that Jiang Jingbai might not be feeling well, and that he would not receive corrections for a long time later, and there was no reply to any further messages, so the premonition became even stronger.

The wall lamp was blocked by Nan Yue.

Jiang Jingbai lay in the shadow of Nanyue, his heart seemed to be soaked in a ball of warm water.

His physique has always been like this, after catching a cold, there must be a small fever. When Jiang Jingbai came, he carefully prepared the medicine, and he felt the fever when he fell asleep. Even if Nan Yue didn't come, he would not have any problems at all.

But Nan Yue has come all the time, and it is superfluous to say something like "it's okay, don't worry".

Jiang Jingbai said in a low voice: "...Thank you. It's a waste of time to make you worry."

What is a trip for nothing?

Nan Yue frowned: "Why is it not a waste of time? Go to the hospital for emergency treatment?"

Jiang Jingbai shut up obediently, and blinked at him.

He didn't mean that.

Jiang Jingbai was ill, and Nan Yue was also worried, unwilling to kill him.

Nan Yue pinched Jiang Jingbai's face lightly, as punishment: "I know you're fine, but I'm worried."

If you know it, you know it, Nan Yue feels restless when he thinks that the other party is more than 1000 kilometers away, getting up pitifully alone at night to boil water to find medicine.

Jiang Jingbai turned to face him, and leaned towards Nan Yue like a kitten.

Nan Yue also lay down and put his arms around him: "Go to sleep, be obedient."

The reason why Jiang Jingbai couldn't sleep well wasn't just because of Nan Yue's sudden arrival.

He pressed his face against Nan Yue's chest, prepared for a while, and squeezed out words between his teeth: "Clothes, the clothes in the closet, and the things on the table..."

Nan Yue suddenly realized Jiang Jingbai's mental activities when he heard the words, and hugged him tighter: "The clothes and wig? I haven't touched them, they are still neat."

Jiang Jingbai was startled, and slowly raised his head from Nan Yue's chest.

Nan Yue looked at him, pretending to be calm: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Jingbai said hesitantly: "Those are for..."

He was so nervous that he couldn't continue, Nan Yue helped him complete the sentence: "CostumePlay? I learned about it on the Internet by chance before."

Yes, very "accidentally".

Ever since he learned that Jiang Jingbai played cosplay with his friends in college, Nan Yue even researched the origin and development of culture, "accidentally" not too thoroughly.

When Nan Yue spoke, his eyes were calm.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't see any obvious emotion from the other person's face.

He knew that apart from his daily work, Nan Yue basically only watched news on the Internet for entertainment, and if he saw it by chance, it must not be good news related to the cosplay circle.

"From the airport to the hotel, I passed Gate 2 of the International Convention and Exhibition Center, and I saw the exhibition board." Nan Yue said in a light tone, "There will be an animation exhibition there this weekend. You came to G City to participate in the event?"

Jiang Jingbai lowered his eyes and nodded quietly.

Nan Yue also nodded: "The venue is huge, it should be very lively."

The conversation is naturally almost homely.

Jiang Jingbai opened his mouth, not knowing what to answer.

"The clothes in the closet are for you to wear for the event?" Nan Yue pressed his chin into his hair and rubbed it comfortingly.

Jiang Jingbai gave a small "hmm".

Nan Yue suddenly fell silent.

Jiang Jingbai's heart sank, he sucked his nose, and nestled in Nan Yue's arms without moving.

"Try to imagine it," Nan Yue said again, with a rare smile in his voice, "You must look good in it."

Jiang Jingbai was stunned, and his whole face instantly became bewildered.

He grabbed Nan Yue's skirt, and foolishly revealed his face buried in the other's arms.

Nan Yue looked at Jiang Jingbai with a serious expression, "If you want to wear it tomorrow, can you let me see it?"

Jiang Jingbai's nasopharynx was red and swollen after catching a cold, and the nasolacrimal duct was slightly compressed, and the eye circles were a little wet from time to time. Now that he has a fever, his eyes are more and more like a pair of small watery hot springs.

Xiaoquan looked over for a moment: "...OK."

Nan Yue kissed him on the forehead, the curve of the corner of his mouth was fleeting.

He clasped the back of Jiang Jingbai's head, and pressed him into his arms involuntarily: "Sleep."

Jiang Jingbai's nose had been stuffed up for several days, and his sense of smell was on the verge of failure. At this time, he was close to Nan Yue's chest, and unexpectedly smelled a very faint, warm scent.

He hugged Nanyue, his hands felt hard and tight, and his body temperature was leaking through the cloth: "Good night."

Jiang Jingbai's fever subsided in the second half of the night, and he slept soundly this time.

Subconsciously, he remembered the arrangement of today's comic exhibition, and he needed to get up early to make full preparations. Before the alarm set on the phone rang, the biological clock urged him to wake up from his sleep.

After Jiang Jingbai's fever subsided, his nose breathed a lot.

Before he opened his eyes, there was a familiar furry feeling on his neck.

Jiang Jingbai turned his head to see that the big man who hugged him to his chest before going to bed really leaned into his arms again.

Nan Yue's sleep time is short, he must have been exhausted after flying over late at night, and he is fast asleep right now.

Jiang Jingbai lowered his head, and his lips touched the man's sideburns. He stayed warm for five or six minutes before carefully pulling out, trying not to disturb his dream.

Jiang Jingbai slid out of the corner of the quilt, and just as he was about to poke his toes into the slippers beside the bed, his right hand, which was propped on the edge, was wrapped into the palm of Nan Yue.

"It's still early, you can sleep a little longer." Jiang Jingbai shook hands twice in response.

Nan Yue woke up intermittently several times last night and repeatedly measured Jiang Jingbai's body temperature. He really hasn't had enough sleep yet.

He didn't force himself, begging him for a good morning kiss in a low voice.

Jiang Jingbai shook his hand: "I haven't recovered from my cold yet, don't make trouble."

Nan Yue didn't speak, just grabbed Jiang Jingbai's hand and didn't let go.

Jiang Jingbai couldn't help it, he turned around and knelt down beside the bed, pushed back the hair around his ears, closed his eyes and kissed him on the face.