Long night streamer

Neither Zhou Langye nor Bai Hui expected that this seemingly ordinary cold in the rain would eventually turn into a severe cold that lasted for three days.

That night Zhou Langye had a fever of 39 degrees, and when Bai Hui was held in his arms and fell asleep for a while, he also covered his whole body with sweat. He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that Zhou Langye was terribly hot.He seemed to be on fire in the air-conditioned room, and he felt hot everywhere he touched it.

Bai Hui woke up completely frightened, and got up in a panic to look for medicine.He hadn't done much to take care of others. He dug out a pile of medicine boxes from the cabinet and couldn't get a handle on them. He took them all back to the bedroom and squatted by the bed to check the instructions one by one.

Zhou Langye was half awake by him, and called him in a hoarse voice, "Bring me a bottle of water." Then he narrowed his eyes, looked at the small paper box Bai Hui was guarding on the ground with a look of embarrassment, raised his finger and pointed to it One, "Stop looking, just give me the ibuprofen."

While he was taking the medicine, Bai Hui was sitting by the bed, and he couldn't hide his worry and asked, "Should I ask the driver to take you to the hospital?"

Zhou Langye drank half a bottle of water, leaned against the head of the bed, and said, "It will be fine after a night of sleep. But you, go to the study tonight to make do with it, and be careful not to be infected by me."

Bai Hui refused, and insisted on sharing the bed with him no matter what.Zhou Langye was usually used to being arbitrary, but now he became a patient who couldn't lift his shoulders or hands, so he had no choice but to persuade him.After a while, Bai Hui took away the medicines all over the floor, took some hot water from a thermos and went upstairs, and returned to lie next to Zhou Langye.

Zhou Langye intentionally slept in a two-meter-wide bed far away from Bai Hui.Bai Hui brought his own quilt and took the initiative to rub against him, "Senior, didn't you say that my body temperature is low, so it's comfortable to hug. Hug me more while I don't resist."

Zhou Langye is not an infatuated lover, but he was sick this night, so he was more vulnerable than usual.Besides, he knew in his heart that his menacing high fever was more or less affected by his emotions.Since Gu Chan left, he has been tormented by many knots that he couldn't get rid of, and he has been probing and mediating back and forth among the complicated people.

And Bai Hui was probably the most trustworthy person in Zhou Langye's duplicity world.No matter how many times Zhou Langye refused, or how indifferent he was, as long as he stretched out his hand, Bai Hui was always by his side.

Bai Hui had already slipped under his blanket, Zhou Langye didn't refuse any more, and wrapped his arms around him.

When sleeping in the arms, the person holding the person is often very comfortable. If the person in the arms does not move much, it is docile and soft, just like a pillow, providing support and a sense of security anytime, anywhere.As for the one being hugged, since he was imprisoned for a long time and could not stretch out, he inevitably felt uncomfortable.

Zhou Langye woke up once in the middle of the night, and found that they were still in the position they had just fallen asleep, with Bai Hui curled up in his arms, breathing slowly, as if in a light sleep state that would wake up at any time.

Zhou Langye felt that his fever was not as strong as before, but the various thoughts in his mind became chaotic.

One of his arms was a little numb from the pressure, so he tried to withdraw that hand from under Bai Hui's body.After receiving only half of it, Bai Hui woke up and called him in a slightly nasal voice, "Brother Lang Ye...?"

Immediately afterwards, he touched Zhou Langye's forehead.

Because Bai Hui turned over, they became facing each other.

Zhou Langye looked at the young man in the dark, probably because of the heat, Bai Hui's lips were redder than usual, and the skin exposed outside the pajamas looked abnormally white and slippery, exuding an unknowing sense of passion/desire.

Zhou Langye didn't understand where the sudden heat in his lower abdomen came from, Bai Hui was still talking to him, but he just stared at his lips that opened and closed and that beautiful and attractive lip bead.

This may or may not be a hallucination caused by the fever.

Zhou Langye responded casually to Bai Hui, "It's better."

Bai Hui stretched out a slender arm from the quilt, picked up the phone to check the time, Zhou Langye's eyes shifted to that arm again, the more he looked at it, the more he felt teasing.

Bai Hui counted the time when he took the medicine last time, and said to him, "It's almost five o'clock, let's take another medicine." He was about to get up.

Zhou Langye couldn't hold back anymore, he pressed his hands and pulled him back into the quilt, and started to walk and knead him.

With nowhere to hide, Bai Hui protested in a low voice, "You've burned like this, and you still have the mood to touch me...!?"

Zhou Langye buried his head in his neck, half biting and half licking his Adam's apple.Bai Hui's useless struggle was quickly suppressed, he panted lightly in his throat, and trembled slightly in Zhou Langye's hands with a greenish reaction.

Later, Zhou Langye felt that kissing and touching were enough, so he lazily coaxed Bai Hui to say "be good", and then went back to sleep with him in his arms.Bai Hui, who had been teased to the point of burning desire, was left lying in his arms misty and pitifully, staring at the ceiling in a daze for a long time.

Zhou Langye woke up again, one side of the big bed was already empty, Bai Hui got up at some time, the sunlight from the window leaked from the gap in the curtain.

Zhou Langye drank the cup of warm water on the bedside table, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and went down to the first floor to find that Bai Hui didn't go to class and was cooking porridge for him in the kitchen.

Zhou Langye stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Bai Hui holding the script in his hand, leaning against the cooking counter, watching the pot of corn and pumpkin porridge that had been simmered on low heat, he couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

He stood by the door for a few minutes before Bai Hui raised his head from the script and looked at him in surprise, "How do you feel?"

"Why didn't you go to school?" Zhou Langye asked back.

"I asked the teacher for a day off to take care of you at home." Bai Hui smiled at him, and said, "The porridge is ready, let's have a bowl."

Zhou Langye walked over, first rubbed his face, then put his hands on the table, wrapped him between his arms, and said, "Bai Hui, don't be so nice to others in the future."

Bai Hui froze for a moment, showing a naive look, as if he didn't know how to respond to Zhou Langye's request.

Zhou Langye said again, "When you get older, you will know that feelings are sometimes fragile. If you give too much, it will be overwhelmed instead."

As he spoke, he raised one hand and touched the thin platinum chain around Bai Hui's neck, "I may not be as worthy as you think, and I am also worried that one day I will disappoint you and hurt you."

Bai Hui lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, before saying, "Let me turn off the fire, the porridge will become mushy." Obviously, he still put things related to Zhou Langye first.

Then I said, "I see. If you feel better, I'll go back to class in the afternoon."

He is not stupid, he knows what Zhou Langye means.

Sometimes he is very simple, but this kind of simplicity seems to only exist for Zhou Langye.On the other hand, he is also sensible and witty, Zhou Langye's hints go to the end, and he is not reluctant.

The way Bai Hui lowered his head slightly made Zhou Langye feel disturbed.He had already said what he needed to say, but he didn't feel any relief.

He brushed away the hair hanging from Bai Hui's forehead, slowly pushed it behind his ears, then stared at Bai Hui's handsome face, and explained as if trying to cover up, "I think you are very good, and I want to continue with you. But I don't want you to expect too much, I'm afraid I'm not as good as you imagined."

Bai Hui's heart ached, he nodded obediently to show that he understood, but his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

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