The 100-billion-dollar cp in the world is open again!

"Yes, today's durian special price." Long Zecheng said, he really wanted to sneeze for him. He moved his nose on purpose, but he didn't feel like sneezing.

The two returned home just like that, Long Zecheng put the durian on the coffee table, "Let me open it for you, do you want to eat now?"

"Let me come, Brother Long, hurry up and change your clothes, your clothes are all wet, it will be fine if you catch a cold later."

Long Zecheng just wanted to catch a cold. How would he know if Zhou Tong was really worried about him if he didn't get sick?

Don't they all say that friendship is found in adversity? They haven't experienced any difficulties for such a long time, and they have always been so ordinary, unable to witness the moment of love.

Even if God didn't give them a little bit of suffering, he created a little bit of suffering himself!

"It's okay, I'm a strong person who won't catch a cold so easily, I'll open the durian for you."

Long Zecheng's arm strength that often lifts iron is very powerful, he can open durians with bare hands.

Every time Zhou Tong sees him opening durians with bare hands, he thinks he is so powerful.

And it's sexy.

Because the blue veins on the back of the hand will be exposed when the arm is exerted, it is invisible now in winter. When he wears short sleeves in summer, he can clearly see that the muscles of his entire arm are bulging.

For a weak chicken like him, it was such an amazing thing to have that kind of muscle.

The durian was broken apart by his hands.

The strong smell of durian wafted out, and Zhou Tong suddenly felt that his saliva was about to flow down. Durian is really his life.

"It smells so good. This durian must be delicious. I'll go get the plate." Zhou Tong turned around to get the plate, and brought over the disposable gloves. Long Zecheng put on the gloves and cleaned the durians one by one. Came out on a plate.

"This durian is well chosen and very familiar." Long Zecheng directly picked up a pack of durian and put it in his mouth, sitting on the sofa and not caring about his clothes being wet.

He just wanted a cold anyway.

Zhou Tong sat next to him, put on disposable gloves, and just ate with his hands.

"It's really delicious." Zhou Tong loved this taste the most.

Long Zecheng didn't like to eat durian before. When he ate durian with Zhou Tong for the first time, he felt that what he swallowed was gas.

Later, after eating too much, I gradually got used to it, but it still couldn't reach the intensity of Zhou Tong's obsession with the taste of durian.

Today, he ate two packs of durian in order to let himself sit beside him for a while.

"You eat the rest."

"Brother, you only eat this little? Don't dislike him because durian is so delicious."

"I can't eat anymore, aren't you tired?"

"How could it be?" Zhou Tong said with a smile, the durian was something he couldn't stop.

"Eat slowly, I'll take a shower." Long Zecheng threw the disposable gloves in the trash can, got up and looked for clothes slowly, and then walked into the bathroom slowly.

He also specially lowered the water temperature, the water is not very hot.

It took more than half an hour to wash my head with cold water before I came out. I thought I could catch a cold successfully, but in the end I took a relatively cool shower, but my body felt hot after I came out.

It turned out to be more comfortable.

After Zhou Tong finished eating, he consciously cleaned up the table, sorted out the durian shells and put them aside.

"Brother, tomorrow I will cook durian chicken soup for you."

"Row."

The advantage of living with a small chef is that you can often eat delicious food. The outer hard layer of durian shells is removed, and the remaining ones are used to stew chicken soup, which is super delicious.

After packing up these things, Zhou Tong went to take a shower.

Their hot water is controlled outside, so when Zhou Tong found out that the water temperature was not hot enough, he had already stripped naked.

He didn't want to be so troublesome, so he simply took a shower, thinking that it would be okay if he washed it sooner.

Who knew, when he came out of the shower, he sneezed.

Long Zecheng opened the door of his room and came out to see him.

"Why do you have a cold?"

"Brother Long, why is the water in your bath so cold? Is it because our family didn't pay for natural gas?" Zhou Tong came over to check the natural gas meter, and...

"I was a little hot just now, so I lowered the water temperature a bit, and forgot to turn it back on. Did you catch a cold?"

"It's okay." Zhou Tong shook his head, and hurried to get his coat and put it on.

Long Zecheng was a little depressed, he himself didn't have a cold, and he didn't even sneeze a single one.

But... If Zhou Tong is sick, then he will take good care of him, maybe it will make him feel the meaning of his existence.

But this is too bad, forget it.

That night, Zhou Tong slept until midnight, feeling very uncomfortable.

He felt that he was very hot, so he kicked the quilt, but after kicking off the quilt, he felt cold again, and wanted to pull the quilt over to cover himself.

He thought to himself that he must have eaten too much durian and got angry and hot.

Then he drank a lot of water, but after drinking a lot of water, he became urgent to urinate, got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and after going to the toilet, he was thirsty again, and then he wanted to drink more water, and then went to the toilet again. After the second time, when Zhou Tong got up abruptly from the bed again, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Brother Long..." Zhou Tong called out before fainting, but he didn't know if Long Zecheng in the next room heard him.

"Zhou Tong?" Long Zecheng heard the voice and came to Zhou Tong's room. As soon as he turned on the light, he saw that the bed was empty and the quilt fell on the floor. He looked down and saw Zhou Tong lying on the ground.

Long Zecheng hurried over to pick him up and put him on the bed, he patted his face, it was so hot...

"Zhou Tong, Zhou Tong."

Long Zecheng shook him vigorously.

Zhou Tong woke up, and he spoke in a daze, but his voice was hoarse.

"Brother... I feel like a durian... I get angry, my throat hurts..."

"You have a fever." Long Zecheng said.

"what?"

Zhou Tong touched his forehead by himself, he thought it was burning hot, but it turned out to be a fever.

Long Zecheng picked up the quilt and covered him.

"Don't sleep, I'll get you some medicine."

"Oh."

Fortunately, there are medicines at home, including gunpowder, antipyretics, and cold medicines.

Long Zecheng took his thermometer and took his temperature, it was 38 degrees.

"Open your mouth and let me see."

"what."

Long Zecheng turned on the light of the mobile phone and shone the light into his mouth. His throat was obviously red and swollen, and he was indeed on fire.

It turns out that eating too much durian can also have this effect. If I had known that he ate two extra packs of durian, if he was not allowed to eat so much, he would be the one who got sick.

unwise……

"Anti-fever medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, gunpowder, let's take it together."

Zhou Tong lay on the bed after taking the medicine, feeling cold for a while.

"Brother Long...my quilt is not warm..."

Long Zecheng got up and went to his room, carried his quilt over and covered him.

"how about you?"

"Sleeping with you." Long Zecheng lifted the quilt and got into his bed.

Zhou Tong was a little nervous, turned to look at him, feeling the heat from his body.

"Brother Long, you are so warm."

"Then I'll hold you."