please feel my love

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Yan Shanlan finished his infusion and put tape on the back of his hand.

He lay on the hospital bed, haggard, but not so pale.

Fu Sirong touched his forehead, "It's not very hot."

"Yes." Yan Shanlan responded softly.

"Brother Rong." He hooked Fu Sirong's finger, "I want to go home."

The bed in the hospital was uncomfortable to sleep on, and the smell of disinfectant was not pleasant. He only had a low-grade fever, so there was no need for him to be hospitalized, and he was occupying a limited number of beds.

Fu Sirong took Yan Shanlan's hand and helped him to sit up, "Then wait for me, I'll take you home."

Back home, Yan Shanlan liked to hear Fu Sirong say this word.

Every time he heard Fu Sirong say "go home", Yan Shanlan could feel a warmth spreading from his head to the soles of his feet, dispelling his tiredness and pain.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to Fu Sirong's body.

After Fu Sirong packed his things, he turned around and found Yan Shanlan sitting by the bed, staring blankly at himself.

"What's wrong?" He walked in front of Yan Shanlan, and the sick man suddenly fell forward and rested his head on his chest.

Fu Sirong patted Yan Shanlan on the back, "Can't walk? Do you want me to carry you?"

Yan Shanlan shook his head, his hair messed up on Fu Sirong's clothes.

He leaned against it for a while, then stood up unsteadily.

Seeing that Yan Shanlan's footsteps were flimsy, Fu Sirong felt that he might fall at any moment, so he quickly reached out and hugged him.

Yan Shanlan snuggled into Fu Sirong's arms, and was half-embraced and half-armed by him into the car.

There was very little traffic on the elevated late at night, and it usually took an hour to drive, but Fu Sirong only took half an hour to get there.

When the car stopped in front of the house, Yan Shanlan had already fallen asleep leaning against the car window.

He was in a deep sleep, Fu Sirong didn't wake him up, and carefully carried him down.

Fu Sirong put Yan Shanlan on the bed in the bedroom, covered the quilt carefully, and smoothed his messy hair.

"Good night, Lan Lan." Fu Sirong kissed Yan Shan Lan's forehead.

He didn't disturb Yan Shanlan's rest, he stood by the door and looked at it for a while, then closed the door lightly.

Yan Shanlan hadn't been sick for a long time, and the temperature just dropped after the infusion, and then developed a low-grade fever the next morning.

He burned repeatedly, Fu Sirong was worried that no one would find out if something happened to him at night, so he stayed in his room every night and slept with him.

After autumn began to cool down at night, Fu Sirong's body was very hot, and Yan Shanlan would crawl into his arms when he fell asleep, clinging tightly.

Fu Sirong rarely drinks alcohol and doesn't smoke. Although the pheromone has a little smoky taste, it tastes very clean.

Yan Shanlan is obsessed with the smell of Fu Sirong, even though he never told Fu Sirong.

Yan Shanlan drank medicine during the day and slept with a large warm baby at night. After two or three days of tossing, the fever finally subsided.

But the illness was gone like a spinning thread. After the fever subsided, he couldn't lift up his spirits, and his appetite even worsened.

Yan Shanlan drank the medicine until his tongue became bitter, and he felt bitter when he ate anything, even the porridge was put down after a few sips.

The butler was frowning every day when he cleaned the table, Yan Shanlan was afraid that he would make things difficult, so he stopped the butler when he was taking medicine in the afternoon.

The bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine wafted in the air. Yan Shanlan held the slightly hot cup and said, "I want to eat matcha-flavored biscuits, can I make them?"

The butler froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, do you want it sweeter or bitterer?"

Yan Shanlan glanced at the dark brown liquid in the cup, sniffed, "It's a little sweeter than before."

"I'll make it for you." The butler walked into the kitchen.

His expression didn't change much, but Yan Shanlan could see a bit of happiness from his back.

Yan Shanlan ate freshly baked matcha biscuits at night.

It was a rare taste of sweetness, he was afraid that he would not be able to digest and fall asleep, so he didn't dare to eat too much, so he only took three slices and asked the butler to put them away.

He sat on the sofa and stared at the phone calendar for a while.

Seeing that Yan Shanlan was distracted by the phone, the butler called him hesitantly, "Ma'am?"

Yan Shanlan came back to his senses as if he had woken up. He looked at the housekeeper, opened his mouth, and asked, "Are there any arrangements at home tomorrow?"

The butler thought for a while and said, "Mr. didn't explain, do you have any arrangements?"

"Well...it's okay." Yan Shanlan smiled at the housekeeper, "I'll go up to rest first, good night."

"Okay, good night, ma'am." The housekeeper watched him go upstairs.

During Yan Shanlan's illness, Fu Sirong had been taking care of him. Today, Yan Shanlan's condition improved a lot, so he took the time to go to the company.

There are a lot of things to deal with, and Fu Sirong came back late at night.

When he went to Yan Shanlan's room after taking a shower, Yan Shanlan had already lay down.

Fu Sirong lay down next to Yan Shanlan, felt Yan Shanlan's body temperature through his clothes, and closed his eyes after confirming that he didn't have a fever.

Yan Shanlan usually sleeps peacefully, but this night it seems that he didn't sleep well, tossing and turning all the time.

Fu Sirong was a little worried, and put his arms around Yan Shanlan's waist and dragged him into his arms, "Can't sleep?"

His chest was pressed against Yan Shanlan's back, and he could feel the slightly raised butterfly bone rising and falling with the frequency of his breathing.

Yan Shanlan lay in Fu Sirong's arms for a while, then broke free from his arms and reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

The bright light of the screen dazzled the eyes in the dark room, Fu Sirong squinted his eyes, and then heard the sound of the object being put down.

Yan Shanlan slipped back into Fu Sirong's arms and kissed him on the lips lightly, "Happy birthday, Brother Rong."

Fu Sirong was completely sleepless by his series of actions, but he couldn't get angry at all.

Yan Shanlan probably has been thinking about his birthday since he was sick, so he is still stuck in saying birthday wishes to him at this time.

Fu Sirong pinched Yan Shanlan's face lightly, "You can talk about it after you wake up, the doctor won't let you stay up late, have you forgotten?"

"Just for a while, it's okay." Yan Shanlan moved her body closer, "What gift do you want?"

Fu Sirong hugged Yan Shanlan tightly, touched the tip of his nose lightly, and said, "I want you to get well soon."

Yan Shanlan snorted, and leaned forward to kiss him.

After kissing for a while, Fu Sirong let go of Yan Shanlan.

"Lanlan." He touched the back of Yan Shanlan's head, lowered his tone, "I want to mark you when you are well."

Yan Shanlan looked at Fu Sirong in a daze.

This was the first time he heard Fu Sirong say that he wanted to mark himself, and it was straightforward without any hint of euphemism, which made him excited all over.

Yan Shanlan felt that his body was getting hot again, but the instigator, Fu Sirong, suddenly let go of his hand.

He stroked Yan Shanlan's back lightly, "Go to bed early."

"Aren't you going to do it?" Yan Shanlan asked him with wide eyes.

The atmosphere and occasion were just right, and it was the most suitable for in-depth communication. Yan Shanlan didn't understand why his Alpha could stop the car at this time.

Fu Sirong picked up the phone with his backhand and took a look. It was almost 12:30.

"It's too late, it's midnight after finishing."

He paused for a moment, and changed to a deeper and ambiguous voice: "Get up early tomorrow morning, huh?"

Fu Sirong's hand on his back slid down the spine, Yan Shanlan trembled, and his feet hidden under the quilt rubbed against Fu Sirong's calf not to be outdone.

He only rubbed a few times before Fu Sirong grabbed his ankle.

"Stop making trouble, come back tomorrow." Fu Sirong's fingers circled ambiguously around the protruding ankle joint.

Yan Shanlan withdrew his foot and turned over, leaving only his back for Fu Sirong.

He hadn't fully recovered yet, it was already the limit to stay up to zero, and soon Fu Sirong heard his steady breathing.

But Yan Shanlan failed to get up smoothly the next morning.

He was pressed on the bed by Fu Sirong, the sheets and quilt were torn into a mess, the tie of the nightgown covered his eyes, and the slender tail was tangled with his hair.

Yan Shanlan couldn't see, felt insecure, and hugged Fu Sirong very tightly.

He had been ill for a while, and his whole body lost weight, Fu Sirong didn't dare to toss too much.

When Yan Shanlan called to stop for the second time, Fu Sirong stopped, hugged him tenderly for a long time before carrying him to the bathroom.

The two were soaking in the bathtub and chatting. The bathroom was steaming, and Yan Shanlan began to feel sleepy again after a while.

Fu Sirong helped him dry off the water on his body, picked him up and stuffed him into his bedroom.

Yan Shanlan slept almost all afternoon.

Fu Sirong was sitting at the head of the bed holding a tablet to deal with official business, while Yan Shanlan was quietly sleeping next to him. Occasionally when he woke up, the two of them would have a chat.

In the evening, Yan Shanlan got up and ate longevity noodles with Fu Sirong, watched the stars on the terrace, and then lay down on the bed and hugged each other stickily.

It was Fu Sirong's first birthday with his lover, without any surprises or presents, and it just ended so plainly.

The author says:

happy National Day.