Invite the wolf into the room

He went to the bathroom, because he always played with the dog, so the bathroom was not a bathtub but a specially built pool, and now it was convenient for the two of them to wash together.

"Ugh..."

Seeing Ling Qingzhe walking towards the bathroom, the dog who was lying on his cushion stood up cleverly and wanted to follow him, but Ling Qingzhe didn't have the mood to play with him now, so he walked a few steps quickly into the bathroom, and then closed it with a swipe. door.

The dog flew into the air, clung to the door unhappily, wagging its tail and humming, and wanted to go in, but Ling Qingzhe ignored it inside, so it stood with one front paw pressed against the door to support its body, and the other The front paws scratched the door once and for all, making annoying noises.

"Dog, be quiet!"

Ling Qingzhe suddenly opened his mouth to scold the dog, and sure enough, the outside immediately quietened down, the dog didn't dare to scratch the door anymore, and began to growl aggrieved, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that Ling Qingzhe would scold him again, but he didn't know that Ling Qingzhe was laughing inwardly inside .

"Master..."

Ling Yuan, who was putting the clean underwear on the shelf by the pool, looked helplessly at her young master, wondering if there was someone who bullied wolves like that?

"Okay, let a hare chase after him, enough for it to play for a while."

Ling Qingzhe told Ling Yuan to go out to tease the dog, and sure enough, that guy was very happy to chase after his dinner, so Ling Qingzhe started to wash himself and An Chen, because An Chen still grabbed his clothes and did not let go, so Ling Qingzhe had to hug him Sitting in the chair, he took off his clothes layer by layer with a torn knife, and saw short knives and sleeve arrows falling out non-stop, which made Ling Qingzhe lament how many things were hidden on his body.

When he took off the last layer of underwear, Ling Qingzhe felt his hand loosening his skirt, and then saw An Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and after a moment of confusion, he stared at himself with eyes full of defense and vigilance, and also With a trace of... killing intent.

"..."

Ling Qingzhe raised his eyebrows slightly, and then let go of An Chen while standing up with his arms in his arms. An Chen, who was caught off guard, was thrown into the pool by him. At that time, he couldn't exert any strength on his body. He fell into the water and couldn't even struggle to sit up. An Chen, who choked on a few sips of water, could only hold his breath tightly and stretch out his hands to the surface of the water, fluttering weakly.

Adhering to the principle that bad children should be taught a lesson, Ling Qingzhe took off all his clothes slowly, then stepped into the water and grabbed An Chen's hand, pulling him up and hugging him in his arms.

"Cough...cough..."

An Chen, who was already weak, was paralyzed in Ling Qingzhe's arms after such a toss by Ling Qingzhe, and he couldn't move anymore. It was his limit to insist not to faint again, so Ling Qingzhe could only let Ling Qingzhe wipe him over and over again with a cloth towel. all over……

Ling Qingzhe felt surprised when he wiped An Chen's body. Except for the slightly rough calluses on the palms of his hands, this kid was white and tender, and he didn't know his age or his physique. There is no body hair at all, and even the underside is just some sparse white fine hairs... Fortunately, the things that should grow are not shameful, otherwise Ling Qingzhe would suspect that this kid is a foster child molestor.

But that's what Ling Qingzhe thought, if the child molestation of any family developed this wolf cub look, he would have to bite the master to death instead.

"Ok?"

When Ling Qingzhe wiped An Chen's face and hair for the last time, he finally got a clear look at his face, which could be called pretty.An Chen's face is not a feminine face that would make people misunderstand his gender, but handsome and handsome so delicate that people think that he should be described as beautiful.

But it's a pity that there is an irregularly shaped scar on the part of his forehead above the right eyebrow, and pieces of fine pink healed scars extend from the eyebrow to the root of the hair. Although it is not ugly, no matter how beautiful the disfigured face is It will also make people feel unhappy. Ling Qingzhe, who likes beautiful things, feels a little pity for him.

Ling Qingzhe finally tidied up the two of them, and An Chen fell asleep because of his torment, but after Ling Qingzhe put on the underwear for the two of them and picked him up, he unconsciously reached out and grabbed Ling Qingzhe's skirt, trembling slightly Shrink into Ling Qingzhe's arms.

"I have a fever... It seems that I have done a little too much."

Feeling the heat from An Chen's body through his underwear, Ling Qingzhe muttered something in a low voice, but there was no embarrassment on his face.

Carrying An Chen back to his bedroom, Ling Qingzhe signaled to Ling Ming that he didn't need to make a soft bunk outside, and he would sleep in the back room with An Chen tonight, so it would be convenient for him to take care of him.

"Young master, this is the antidote prepared by Uncle Yang, and this is the medicine for reducing fever that Uncle Yang prepared."

Ling Ming handed the decoction to Ling Qingzhe, seeing that he was about to open the young man's mouth and forcefully pour it, he hurriedly took back the medicine bowl and got half of the thin bamboo tube, and put the medicine carefully into the young man's mouth against the young man's lips.

"Uncle Yang said that this young man might have a fever, and that his life would be in danger if he uses his internal energy recklessly, so he only took the poison that would cause him to lose his sight and sound. .”

While Ling Ming was explaining to Ling Qingzhe that he had become more careful about feeding the medicine, he was a little worried. His young master could just play tricks on others, but forget about taking care of others. He should sleep outside today, and he could help if there was anything he could do. do it...

"Alright, save me from having to guard against this kid's restlessness."

Ling Qingzhe watched leisurely as Ling Ming was busy feeding medicine and water to An Chen, as if he felt a little sorry that he couldn't do it himself, but in order not to spill the medicine and then wash it again, he let Ling Ming be so slow Here comes.

"To make an appearance to the outside world tomorrow, just say that my cousin from the family has come to recuperate. You can tell Uncle Yang, and he will take care of it."

Finally, when Ling Ming was done, Ling Qingzhe put An Chen on the bed and let him lie down, and then covered him with the quilt that Ling Ming had brought.And since An Chen kept tugging on his skirt and refusing to let go, Ling Qingzhe had no choice but to lie down next to him.

"Yes, Ming'er knows."

Ling Ming put down the bed curtain for Ling Qingzhe, then extinguished the three candles on the lamp stand, and then quietly retreated from the back room.

The candlelight passed through the thick gauze bed curtain, leaving only a little light, so that people would not be completely plunged into the darkness. Ling Qingzhe was made sleepless by An Chen who was not sleeping peacefully beside him, knowing that An Chen was suffering from a fever. Trembling and unconsciousness, Ling Qingzhe didn't bother to cover him with an extra quilt, and directly hugged him into his own bed, relying on his own body temperature and internal strength to help him fall asleep.

"what's your name?"

Taking advantage of An Chen's dazed state when his defenses were at their lowest, Ling Qingzhe asked his name in an abductive tone. After repeating the question several times, An Chen, who had been panting quietly, finally responded. , The magnetic voice said two words softly.

"An... Chen..."

"An Chen?"

Ling Qingzhe repeated the question several times, including which An Chen repeatedly asked, until An Chen fell into a deep sleep and could no longer answer, Ling Qingzhe was convinced of his name...

In fact, this was Ling Qingzhe torturing An Chen, a poor little patient, when he was bored and unable to sleep.

"An Chen, isn't the homonym for quail? I'll call you that from now on... Xiao~quail~quail."

The author has something to say: Ahem... Baby Qingzhe's personality is indeed a little bit nasty~~haha

strange character

An Chen was injured and sick. He slept for three days, and occasionally woke up unconscious. His body spontaneously defended against anyone who approached. Except for Ling Qingzhe, An Chen seemed to be familiar with Ling Qingzhe's breath. Only when Ling Qingzhe is near him can he sleep soundly, otherwise he will appear restless, so Ling Qingzhe can only stay with him in the house for three days, and he has to exercise every night to help him recover.

Ling Qingzhe sighed that it was a big trouble for him to be rescued, but his mood seemed quite happy, because now he had an excuse not to squat in the yamen. Master Lin Ping knew that he was taking care of the patients at home, so it was rare for him to take the initiative to take care of the people in the county. For official business, he only picks and reports to Ling Qingzhe the things he can't handle, and after Ling Qingzhe goes to the yamen every day, he goes back to the mansion to spend his leisurely life, reading books to tease the dog, and An Chen, who can't move Sleeping dolls for him to play with is really very carefree.

It was the morning of the fourth day when An Chen fully woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ling Qingzhe's defenseless sleeping face. Recalling what happened in the past few days, from his injury to being rescued by Ling Qingzhe, bit by bit from vague to clear...

"Hmm... It seems that the fever has completely subsided."

Ling Qingzhe was woken up by An Chen's movements, turned sideways and put one hand on his forehead, and stroked An Chen's forehead with the other. Feeling that there was no difference in temperature, he sat up and opened the bed curtain with a smile.

An Chen's eyes followed Ling Qingzhe's hand touching his forehead and turned to his figure. His eyes that had lost their guard appeared to be clear and simple, which made Ling Qingzhe slightly surprised. He thought that the boy would return to the way he had seen before when he woke up. What a cold look.

"You...cough..."

Just as An Chen wanted to speak, his throat felt dry. At this moment, the feeling of weakness in his body diverted his attention. An Chen tried to sit up, but this action made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Drink some water before talking. The illness will go away like a thread. Your body has been exhausted. If you want to recover, you have to take it slowly."

Ling Qingzhe pulled the bell beside the bed to call people, then went down to the ground to pour for An Chen.