Don't look for the old attack in the crematorium

These words came from Lin Qingran's ears, and the memories of yesterday kept replaying in his mind, getting faster and more chaotic.

Those dark, disgusting, dirty things were churned together in his mind, and his body trembled and tensed unconsciously.

"Don't touch me!" Lin Qingran shook off Gu Wenyu's hand, gasping for breath, and when he felt he could breathe, he ran forward without turning his head.

His mind was clouded, and even the air there smelled disgusting.

I don't know how long he ran, but when Lin Qingran came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of Gu Yanqing's house.

Looking forward with unfocused eyes, he walked in slowly, and he slowly opened the door. Gu Haifeng was still in his room, seeing him walking over worriedly.

"Sorry, can I be alone for a while?" Lin Qingran murmured softly.

Gu Haifeng said "Yes", told Lin Qingran to take a good rest, and then opened the door to go out.

Lin Qingran took off his coat, walked into the bathroom with distracted eyes, watched the water flowing slowly from the shower, he stood under the shower, closed his eyes and let the cold water continuously wash his body.

He rubbed his skin vigorously, trying to get rid of the nausea in his stomach.

I don't know how long it took, until the mobile phone outside kept vibrating, and he casually put on a bathrobe and went out.

Being soaked in cold water, his body was constantly exuding a cold air. The pads of his fingers were wrinkled due to being soaked in water for too long, and his whole body was covered with a layer of paleness from the cold water.

The drops of water dripping from the hair, carrying a chill, flowed down the collarbone and disappeared into the snow-colored skin in the bathrobe.

"...No, it's not..."

"……open!"

Lin Qingran suddenly woke up from the dream and sat on the bed with a stabbing pain in his head.

He rubbed his temples, last night he fell asleep in a bathrobe without drying his hair, and now his head hurts like it's about to split.

The already cold hands touched his hot skin, he tried to stand up on the bed, but his feet felt weak, and he fell back on the bed as if stepping on cotton.

Touching his forehead, it was very hot, and it was even worse when his cold hand touched it in cold weather.

"Dong dong dong."

"Senior, are you up yet?"

Lin Qingran struggled to support the bed and stood up again, leaning on the wall to stand still, and slowly moved to the door to open it.

"what happened?"

Gu Haifeng saw that Lin Qingran was not in the right state, and asked, "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Stretching out his hand to touch his forehead, Gu Haifeng's hand was scalded and subconsciously retracted for a moment: "Senior, why are you burning so badly?"

"It's okay." Lin Qingran's voice was a little weak, and she waved her hand with a smile: "Just take some antipyretic medicine later."

"What do you find me for?"

Gu Haifeng said: "Originally, I wanted to tell you, senior, that I was leaving today because I had to leave for a few days for the activities arranged by my family."

Lin Qingran nodded, holding the door with her hands to support her weak body: "Go quickly, don't delay."

Gu Haifeng sighed: "Senior, I'm not such a cold-blooded person, how could I leave you who still have a fever and leave. You go back to bed and have a good rest. I'll call the doctor, just wait a moment."

The mobile phone was in the backpack, and there was something holding it down. Gu Haifeng was a little anxious to find it, so he threw the backpack into the living room to find the landline.

Holding on to the door, Lin Qingran's whole body was leaning against the door, and now he couldn't stand still, his body was as soft as stepping on cotton, breathing weakly, the breath he exhaled was hot.

The vision in front of him gradually blurred, he reached out to support the wall, wanted to go back to bed and lie down, but when he turned around, his feet were knocked off by the carpet, and he fell directly to the ground, his head knocked against the wall, his chaotic head became sober from the pain.

"Have a fever?"

Listening to the magnetic and clear voice, Lin Qingran's body trembled slightly, and her whole body tensed up involuntarily.

His body suddenly left the ground, he tensed his body and looked up, seeing Gu Yanqing's face, his collapsed body slowly relaxed.

Their voices are so similar, they have already overcome this voice, but now their bodies are unconsciously resisting.

Lin Qingran was carried back to the bed, and the bathrobe was worn loosely on him because it was a few sizes too big.

Now lying on the bed, he moved his lower body casually, and the bathrobe slipped to the side, revealing his warm and white shoulders.

Gu Wenyu sat by the bed, watching Lin Qingran slip off one shoulder of the bathrobe, his eyes were filled with dark and unclear emotions.

Huang Haicheng's words suddenly flashed in his mind.

[Gu Wenyu, you/mother is a sanctimonious hypocrite, who pretends to be a human being but is actually an ugly one on the inside! ]

[You are as disgusting as me, don't you want to fuck/him too! ]

Gu Wenyu frowned and gritted his teeth.

How could he be like Huang Haicheng, it was impossible for him to have desire for Lin Qingran.

He hated Lin Qingran, and even more disgusted by his dirty body!

When he reached out to pull up Lin Qingran's slipped bathrobe to cover his exposed warm shoulder, his hand was suddenly held when it touched Lin Qingran's cheek.

"Well……"

Lin Qingran held his hand and snorted softly, rubbing her hot face against his icy cold hand.

Because of the fever, Lin Qingran was in a daze, and subconsciously grabbed something that could cool him down.

His black soft hair was scattered on the white pillow, and he was curled up. His long eyelashes would occasionally flap slightly as he breathed, making him a mess of softness.

When Gu Wenyu's hand was rubbed against Lin Qingran's cheek, his lips brushed lightly, Gu Wenyu frowned, and pulled his hand away forcefully.

"Well……"

The cold thing in his hand suddenly disappeared, Lin Qingran pursed his lips and hummed a few times, looking aggrieved, Gu Wenyu felt inexplicably irritable with that face on his face.

He got up and made a phone call, and within a few minutes the doctor rushed in, with a layer of sweat on his forehead in the cold weather.

"Master Gu!" The doctor didn't care about running out of breath, and went to help Lin Qingran make a diagnosis.

"...Senior! The doctor will be here later, very soon—" Gu Haifeng ran in in a panic, and swallowed back what he hadn't finished speaking when he saw Gu Wenyu's face.

Looking to the side, he was a little stunned, just now the doctor said on the phone that he would have to wait for a while, but now he came even faster than he came back.

"...Brother." Gu Haifeng called out in a low voice, stood there without daring to move, and kept looking at Lin Qingran's position.

"He has a severe fever and needs to be given antipyretic injections." The doctor looked at Gu Wenyu inquiringly.

Seeing Gu Wenyu nod his head, he dared to take out a complete set of equipment from the medicine box he brought.

The Gu family's private doctors are all top-notch, and they also master the latest foreign technology. Gu Haifeng stared at the doctor to see that he was helping Lin Qingran cool down.

Glancing at the silent Gu Wenyu, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Qingran's whole body was burning hot, his previously pale face was dyed a layer of crimson because of the fever, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his slender legs curled up, like an abandoned kitten.

The doctor skillfully pricked the antipyretic needle in Lin Qingran's hand. Lin Qingran groaned, pursed her lips, and murmured softly: "It hurts..."

Hearing the sound, Gu Wenyu froze for a moment, like an auditory hallucination. After a few seconds, he frowned and asked, "The antipyretic injection is very strong?"

The doctor focused on helping Lin Qingran continue to administer antipyretic injections while answering: "He has a severe fever, and he needs to use strong antipyretics, which will be more painful than ordinary antipyretic injections."

After helping Lin Qingran get the injection, the doctor helped him stick to the wound, and raised his head: "Although this fever-reducing needle will hurt a little, it's nothing compared to the wound on his body."

Gu Wenyu didn't respond, but the eyebrows that were raised just now were tightened even more.

This level of pain makes him cry?

Doesn't Lin Qingran like pain, so why would she cry pain?

The doctor put on a cooling patch for Lin Qingran, and said: "This antipyretic injection will have some side effects, and it may be more painful than the injection just now."

Gu Haifeng sent the doctor out: "Thank you doctor."

"Aren't you going to leave for a few days?" Gu Wenyu looked up at Gu Haifeng.

Gu Haifeng glanced at Lin Qingran: "I'll wait until senior wakes up—"

"Let's go." Gu Wenyu said these two words lightly, without any ups and downs.

Gu Haifeng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, and when he looked up to meet Gu Wenyu's gaze, he nodded resentfully.

He walked two steps, stopped, turned around and said in a low voice: "Senior was not in a good condition last night, brother, what's the matter, wait for him to recover."

last night……

Gu Wenyu pinched his eyebrows irritably.

After dealing with Huang Haicheng's matter yesterday, he went to school and happened to meet Lin Qingran there.

Lin Qingran stood there blankly staring at the door of the house in the back garden, looking at Lin Qingran's back, it popped into his mind that he asked him about Huang Haicheng, at that time——

"Well……"

Lin Qingran's murmur interrupted his memory.

Lin Qingran turned around, lay on her side facing Gu Wenyu, curled up, nodded slightly, and buried her head in her chest.

"...It hurts..." He bit his lower lip, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, and whispered in a soft nasal voice, looking aggrieved.

Because of the fever, his sanity was not clear, his slender fingers gripped the quilt, and he muttered softly.

This was the second time Gu Wenyu heard Lin Qingran cry out for pain, and his gaze caught on to the wound at the corner of his mouth, his eyes drooped slightly and sank.

If he is so afraid of pain, why are there frequent wounds on his body?And he usually didn't cry out in pain.

Thinking of him unconsciously reaching out to touch the wound on the corner of Lin Qingran's mouth, Lin Qingran frowned slightly and snorted, grabbed his hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "...don't..."

As soon as the words fell, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the roots of the eyelashes were a little wet, like butterfly wings wet by rain, trembling pitifully in the rainy wind.

Gu Wenyu froze for a few seconds, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but accidentally touched the corner of Lin Qingran's mouth again.

"...Don't...it hurts..." Lin Qingran grasped his hand tightly, as if afraid that he would touch him again.

The tears that wet the roots of the eyelashes fluttered with his long eyelashes, stained with scattered teardrops, the place where his lower lip was bitten by him was slightly swollen and red, and there were teeth marks that had not faded.

Gu Wenyu's tightly grasped hand didn't move any more, he lowered his eyes to look at the grasped hand, and he could feel the tension and tremor of the hand that was grasping him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the complex emotions in his heart made him inexplicably hostile.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Lin Qingran's body trembled suddenly. He opened his eyes suddenly, looked around in confusion, and sat up with his weak body propped up.

After rubbing his tingling temples, he touched the freshly replaced cooling patch on his forehead, reached out and touched his skin, and his body was no longer hot.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before the words came out, my throat was so dry and sore.

"Are you awake?" Gu Wenyu came in with a suit of clothes in his hand.

Lin Qingran nodded.

Gu Wenyu poured him a glass of water, put the clothes on the bedside table next to the bed: "You change your clothes."

"Thank you." Lin Qingran took a sip of the water, looked down at the clothes he was wearing now, he was still wearing the bathrobe he casually put on last night.

"The clothes may be a bit big." Gu Wenyu said and stood up: "I'll go out first, you can change."

"Thank you."

"By the way, I'll let someone buy your clothes size—"

Gu Wenyu stared at the scene in front of him and paused for a few seconds before closing the door with a "bang".

He closed his eyes and pinched the center of his eyebrows, the scene just now still lingered.

He originally wanted to ask Lin Qingran the size so that someone could help him buy two sets of clothes, after all his own clothes were loose and loose on him.

But he didn't expect Lin Qingran to start changing clothes so soon, when he pushed open the door Lin Qingran had already put on her shirt and was about to put on her trousers, showing her thin white legs.

Frowning in disgust, Gu Wenyu took a deep breath, thinking of the faded traces that had been printed on that body, he felt depressed for no reason, and he didn't bother to see Lin Qingran's body at all.

After a while, he knocked on the door and waited for a response from inside before entering.

Glancing at Lin Qingran, his clothes were really loose on him, with half of the shoulders on both sides exposed, revealing the beautiful collarbones at a glance.

Lin Qingran got off the bed when his fever subsided, his strength hadn't recovered, and he almost fell forward as soon as his feet landed on the ground before they stood still.

"...Thank you." He stood up straight from Gu Wenyu's arms in embarrassment.

Gu Wenyu asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"I want to go home, so I don't worry about grandma." Thinking of his face, he added: "Just look at it from a distance, and it's fine if she doesn't notice it."

Afraid to make grandma worry, he called back early.

"I went to see my grandma, she is fine, and she asked me to tell you to play hard." Gu Wenyu said.

Lin Qingran breathed a sigh of relief and smiled knowingly.

Looking at the bathrobe he had just changed on the bed, as well as the jacket and clothes that had been stained with blood, he thought about it, and walked to the bathroom with them all in his arms.

"What are you doing?" Gu Wenyu called to stop him.

Lin Qingran said very seriously: "I'll help you wash your clothes, otherwise I'm afraid it will be difficult to wash later."

Although he didn't know the brands of these clothes, he could tell that Gu Wenyu's clothes were expensive.

Gu Wenyu was a little annoyed, he didn't know why he was always irritated from time to time looking at Lin Qingran's face.

He grabbed Lin Qingran's hand, snatched the clothes he was holding, and threw them all into the washing machine outside.

"You said that you can help me with tutoring anytime, right?" Gu Wenyu pulled him to the study outside: "Now then."

Sitting on the chair in the study, Gu Wenyu casually turned his pen, watching Lin Qingran seriously talk to himself about the questions he had never seen before.

His eyes moved down from his eyes, and gradually moved to the corner of Lin Qingran's mouth, staring at the wound there, the scene in the morning flashed before his eyes.

After staring at it for a long time, he reached out to press the unhealed wound.

Lin Qingran shrank back unconsciously, raised her head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Gu Wenyu shook his head and looked away: "It's nothing."

The hand that turned the pen took the pen in his hand, and he twisted it slightly, the pen made a small "click" sound, and a crack appeared on the pen holder.

Lowering his eyes, he was thoughtful, he had a panoramic view of Lin Qingran's actions just now.

Although Lin Qingran didn't say anything and pretended nothing had happened on his face, when he went to press his wound, he would tremble subconsciously.

Lin Qingran would lower her eyes for a moment, as if suppressing the pain she felt, and then look at him as if nothing happened.

Words can be deceiving, but small actions cannot.

He is afraid of pain.