love blind spot

Lu Qingyu had a severe fever, Zhou Xiuyun gave him an injection at home, she patted Lin Zhuo on the shoulder and said, "Go to sleep, I will watch over at night."

Lin Zhuo grabbed Lu Qingyu's wrist and shook his head stubbornly. At that moment, Zhou Xiuyun thought of Lu Qingyu who was guarding Lin Zhuo's hospital bed.

Probably because the older you get, the easier it is to be emotional. When Zhou Xiuyun first became the deputy director, she was scolded by the family members of the patients for an hour without any fluctuations in her heart. Now that she is the director, her eyes are often wet because of the two children in the family.

She walked out of the room silently, Lin Zhuo buried his face in Lu Qingyu's palm, and kissed continuously, from the life line to the love line, from the thumb to the little finger.

Lu Qingyuxu clenched his fist, Lin Zhuo immediately grabbed his fingertips and looked at him, his eyes were red, "What's wrong baby?"

Lu Qingyu's consciousness was blurred due to the fever, and she just kept repeating in a low voice, "Thirsty...thirsty..."

"Thirsty? I'll go get you some water right away."

Lin Zhuo put warm water into the straw, held Lu Qingyu's nape to feed him, and Lu Qingyu tilted his head after drinking half a glass.

"Don't drink anymore?"

Lin Zhuo put the water glass aside, then gently put Lu Qingyu back on the pillow, and helped him remove all the broken hair on his face, neck and neck.

Lu Qingyu moved her lips and uttered a vague syllable. Lin Zhuo couldn't hear it clearly. He bent down and sent his ear to it, his voice was hoarse but extremely gentle, "What did you just say, baby? I didn't hear clearly. "

"Cold..." Lu Qingyu said.

Lin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, quickly changed into a suit of clothes and went to bed, he got into Lu Qingyu's bed, and hugged him with hands and feet.

Lu Qingyu nestled into his arms instinctively, and Lin Zhuo kissed his long hair, "Be good, Xiaoyu, you are sick now, so you are very cold, let's get better soon after the infusion, okay?"

Lu Qingyu was very dizzy, his whole body was hot, and he could barely hear what Lin Zhuo said. He only knew that he was in Lin Zhuo's arms, the Lin Zhuo he needed, the Lin Zhuo he couldn't live without in his life.

Emotions when you are sick probably cannot be controlled by yourself, and the same is true for tears.

Lu Qingyu's tears flowed down again without any warning, Lin Zhuo's heart ached to death, and he cried along with him, kissing and stroking him while crying.

"Stop crying, Xiaoyu, okay? If you cry again, Donghai will be filled with you..."

"Little darling, I beg you...be obedient and don't cry."

"If you cry again, your hair won't look good..."

"I don't like you anymore if I cry..."

It's over now, originally Lu Qingyu just closed her eyes and shed tears physiologically, but when she heard this, she opened her eyes and looked at Lin Zhuo in disbelief.

Lin Zhuo watched his tears fall from his eye sockets one after another, falling down like he didn't want money.

He panicked, and quickly changed his words: "I like it, I like Xiaoyu the most, I like Xiaoyu the most..."

It's too late, it's useless, Lu Qingyu didn't seem to hear what he said at all, there was only one sentence in his burning head: Lin Zhuo doesn't like him anymore.

He stared at Lin Zhuo with a dull expression. Lin Zhuo's heart that had been crushed by others seemed to be crushed by thousands of people again, and it was completely shattered into powder.

He kept wiping away Lu Qingyu's tears, scolding himself while wiping, "I'm fucking sick! I can't talk! My brain was kicked by a donkey..."

The tears could not be wiped away, Lin Zhuo had no choice but to kiss her instinctively, Lu Qingyu's face was flushed red and hot, Lin Zhuo even suspected that even if he didn't wipe these tears, they would evaporate.

Lu Qingyu didn't have the strength, but still frowned and pushed him, his voice was hoarse, "Get away...stay away from me..."

Lin Zhuo grabbed his infusion hand to keep him from moving, and said in a crying voice, "I don't...I won't get lost...I love you the most, where do you want me to get lost?"

Lu Qingyu's tears were still flowing, and kept telling him to roll away. Lin Zhuo had no choice but to restrain him forcefully, biting his lip viciously, and Lu Qingyu's chapped lip instantly bled.

Lin Zhuo sucked the blood off his lips, and said angrily, "Why do you let me go! Ah? I won't fuck off! I'll depend on you for the rest of my life! No one wants me to go!"

Probably because there was too much movement between the two of them, Zhou Xiuyun pushed the door anxiously and entered, "What's wrong?"

Lin Zhuo stared at him with his red eyes, the fierceness in his eyes still persisted, which startled Zhou Xiuyun, "What are you doing!"

Lin Zhuo is not afraid of anything now, wishing to let the whole world know that he likes Lu Qingyu, he pulled Lu Qingyu into his arms, covered his face, and said to Zhou Xiuyun in a protective gesture: "He is cold, I am afraid Keep him warm."

Zhou Xiuyun stood there for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Why are you still crying?"

Lin Zhuo hugged Lu Qingyu even tighter, touched the back of his head and said in a hoarse voice, "My heart hurts, it hurts so much."

Zhou Xiuyun sighed, "You two are really... Be good, don't cry, I'll cook some porridge for Xiaoyu, let him drink some later, what do you want?"

"Same as him." Lin Zhuo said.

Before going out, Zhou Xiuyun warned anxiously: "Don't be too excited, it will affect Xiaoyu's rest."

After she left, the two hugged each other, and no one spoke for a long time.

Lu Qingyu's heavy breath sprayed on the side of Lin Zhuo's neck, which was hot. Lin Zhuo rubbed his chin against the top of his hair, silently comforting him.

"Lin Zhuo..." Lu Qingyu called his name again.

"Why!" Lin Zhuo said angrily, "Don't let me get lost?"

Lu Qingyu smiled, and said with difficulty: "You and the patient still care about..."

Lin Zhuo's unsatisfied tears "swish" fell again, he cried and said: "I'm sorry... I was wrong baby, I apologize to you, I said the wrong thing just now, I like you the most, and I will never dislike you You, don't let me go, don't say such things to me..."

Lu Qingyu raised his head strenuously. The pain in his head was so great that it seemed like a mixer was humming inside. He could only close his eyes, bit Lin Zhuo's lower lip, and held it tightly.

The two of them started to kiss like crazy, Lu Qingyu had no strength, even his lips were burned very hot, Lin Zhuo licked his lips wet, and the tip of his tongue went on a rampage without any hindrance.

They kissed as if it was the end of the world, and only by kissing someone who truly loved each other could one be saved.

Lu Qingyu's hair became even more messy, and he fell powerlessly in Lin Zhuo's arms, short of breath.

Lin Zhuo hastily fed him water, and said comfortingly along his chest, "Don't worry baby, take your time, breathe slowly, take your time, be good..."

Lu Qingyu closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. Lin Zhuo helped him wipe the sweat from his forehead, touched his hot cheek and said, "Sleep for a while, Xiaoyu, this is too uncomfortable."

Lu Qingyu felt sleepy almost the moment he heard this sentence, he forced his eyes to open, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lin Zhuo..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhuo said one step ahead of him: "I am here, I will always be here, whatever you choose, I will be here."

Lu Qingyu thought a second before losing consciousness: What fart, what choice can I make, there is always only one option.

It's been a long time since Lu Qingyu had such a severe fever. After he fell asleep for two hours, he was sat up by Lin Zhuo's arms, and Zhou Xiuyun fed him the freshly cooked vegetable porridge.

He mechanically drank half a bowl and refused to open his mouth. Lin Zhuo drank the remaining porridge in a few sips. Zhou Xiuyun touched Lu Qingyu's forehead and said, "I need another bottle."

Lin Zhuo kept guarding Lu Qing until midnight, and he didn't feel relieved until Zhou Xiuyun said that his fever had subsided.

He whispered to Zhou Xiuyun: "Mom, go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow morning, I will accompany him."

Zhou Xiuyun looked at Lu Qingyu distressedly, "Don't quarrel with Xiaoyu next time, do you hear me? His body has finally gotten stronger over the past few years..."

Lin Zhuo smiled wryly, without any excuse.

Lu Qingyu was sweating a little, but Lin Zhuo didn't mind, and got into the same bed with him, hugging him tightly.

Lu Qingyu fell asleep, Lin Zhuo was also tired, and fell asleep with his lips pressed against his forehead.

Lin Zhuo woke up several times during the night, Lu Qingyu's body temperature was normal, and he fell asleep later, but he still woke up by himself at [-] o'clock in the morning.

One is that he is worried about Lu Qingyu, and the other is that he is really hungry. He didn't finish his noodles at noon yesterday, but he drank half a bowl of porridge left by Lu Qingyu in the evening. Lin Zhuo was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he gently put The arm was pulled out from under Lu Qingyu's neck.

Lu Qingyu frowned, showing signs of waking up, Lin Zhuo quickly patted him on the back, and said softly, "Be good, little fish, go on sleeping..."

After filming for a while, Lu Qingyu fell asleep again, Lin Zhuo stared at him for a few minutes, his stomach was making too loud noises, Lu Qingyu would probably be woken up if he didn't leave.

Lin Zhuo got off the bed softly, Zhou Xiuyun left the pimple soup, and he quickly filled a small bowl to cushion his stomach.

He estimated the time when Lu Qingyu would wake up, and boiled water for him to lay eggs in advance. The first two Lin Zhuo were not satisfied, so he ate it by himself, and he took a look at the third one with the tip of his chopsticks. It was Lu Qingyu's favorite kind.

He filled the pimple soup, put the eggs on top, and brought it into the bedroom to call for someone.

Lu Qingyu was also hungry, and before he opened his eyes, he smelled the aroma of pimple soup, Lin Zhuo smiled and pulled him up, "Don't sleep baby, eat something."

Lu Qingyu frowned, squeezed her throat, "I..."

As soon as he said a word, he stopped, his throat was completely hoarse, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, Lu Qingyu licked his lips, Lin Zhuo said distressedly: "Stop talking, your voice is too hoarse, let's eat first. "

Lu Qingyu still didn't have much strength and felt light and light, but she still insisted on throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed.

Lin Zhuo stood up to support him, and said helplessly, "I'm sick, why don't I wash up first..."

Lu Qingyu glanced at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Pee."

Lin Zhuo froze for a moment, then smiled and helped him to the bathroom, "Do you want me to accompany you in?"

Lu Qingyu glared at him, "I didn't have surgery."

As soon as Lin Zhuo heard his voice, his heart ached and itched, and he quickly closed the door and said, "Okay, okay, come on, don't talk, don't talk."

After Lu Qingyu went to the toilet, he simply washed up, and as soon as he opened the door, he said to Lin Zhuo, "I want...cough cough...I want to take a bath."

Lin Zhuo immediately said seriously: "No, you should go back to bed and lie down."

Lu Qingyu and him stared at each other for a moment. In fact, from the time he woke up to now, the atmosphere between the two of them was a little delicate.

Lin Zhuo took the lead to look away, "I can't do it..."

"You kiss me."

Lin Zhuo looked at him puzzled, Lu Qingyu frowned and said painfully: "You kiss me and I won't wash it."

Lin Zhuo smiled, and gently took a step forward to kiss him on the lips, "Hey, go back, don't talk."

Lu Qingyu glanced at him and said nothing.

He lay back on the bed, and Lin Zhuo was bringing pimple soup to feed him, when the door lock suddenly rang.

After entering the door, Lu Qingyan went straight to the bedroom, and was relieved to see both of them.

Lin Zhuo was a little embarrassed, his hand holding the pimple soup froze in the air, "Why are you back?"

Lu Qingyan pulled out the chair tiredly and sat down, "You two's mobile phones are all turned off, I'm a little worried, so I'll come and have a look."

"Ah... maybe the battery is out." Lin Zhuo said.

Lu Qingyan nodded and looked at Lu Qingyu. She was also a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say for a while.

Lu Qingyu was the first to break the silence. He reached out to take the bowl from Lin Zhuo's hand, "Give it to me."

"Hey..."

Lin Zhuo paused halfway through his words, Lu Qingyu and him looked at each other lightly, Lin Zhuo let go of his hand, and whispered: "Eggs... you eat."

"Ah."

Lu Qingyan also spoke, "Is Xiaoyu sick?"

"Well, I had a fever last night." Lin Zhuo said.

Lu Qingyan fell silent again, Lin Zhuo didn't speak, only the sound of Lu Qingyu eating.

After a while, Lin Zhuo stood up and said, "By the way, there is still a lot in the pot, have you eaten yet?"

"No……"

"Then let's eat something together."

Lin Zhuo served two more bowls of pimple soup. When he passed by the restaurant, he hesitated, but he still brought them into the bedroom.

Although it's not normal for the three of them to hold bowls and eat in the bedroom, he doesn't want to eat alone in the restaurant with Lu Qingyan at all.

All three of them lowered their heads to eat, and the atmosphere finally became less awkward.

Lu Qingyu had a sore throat and put it down before finishing eating. Lin Zhuo looked at him and said, "Don't you eat? You eat too little."

Lu Qingyu pointed to his throat, frowned and said, "It hurts."

Immediately, Lin Zhuo felt distressed again, and said without principle: "Then don't eat, drink some water?"

"Ah."

Lin Zhuo stood up holding the bowl, "I'm going to boil the water."

After he left, he deliberately closed the door. Lu Qingyan put down the bowl, looked up at Lu Qingyu, hesitant to speak.

Lu Qingyu called her in a low voice, "Sister..."

Lu Qingyan's eyes turned red instantly, "Xiaoyu, I..."

She had a lot of things she wanted to say to Lu Qingyu, but she couldn't say it. Lu Qingyu shook her head, "It's okay."

Lu Qingyan shed tears silently, and after a while, she choked up and said, "Xiaoyu, my sister doesn't like him anymore, really, don't, don't because of me..."

She couldn't continue, Lu Qingyu looked at her quietly, he wanted to say to Lu Qingyan: Sister, your eyes can't be deceiving.

After a while, Lu Qingyan sorted out his emotions, cleared his throat, and said again: "I'm sorry, Xiaoyu, just pretend that you don't know anything, okay? Leave me alone, I really don't like him anymore, Just stay together, I will help you convince your parents, I..."

"Sister," Lu Qingyu interrupted her, "I'm sorry."

Lu Qingyan was stunned, Lu Qingyu didn't dare to look at her, lowered his head and said with difficulty: "I know you still like Lin Zhuo."

As soon as this sentence came out, both of them were silent for a while, and Lu Qingyu said softly after a long time: "But I like him too, I'm sorry."

I'm sorry, not because Lu Qingyu felt that she had done something wrong, but because she was Lu Qingyan, they both had the same blood, and she was Lu Qingyu's own sister.

Lin Zhuo is not his private property, and Lu Qingyu has no right to say who to give Lin Zhuo to, then Lin Zhuo will probably feel disgusted.

Besides, since Lin Zhuo chose him, Lu Qingyu never thought of giving up, no matter if that person was someone who had nothing to do with him, or his own sister.