After the sick top was forced to marry

It was almost twelve o'clock when the two returned from the hospital.

The diagnosis was a common fever, and the doctor prescribed several antipyretics.Pei Ming asked what happened to the nosebleed, so he went for a blood test again, but nothing was found, so he had to go back to the hotel with the medicine.

It was the first time Pei Ming took care of a sick patient, and he didn't dare to move his hands and feet at all. He could only hug him and put him on the bed in an orderly manner, covered with a quilt.

Seeing that Pei Ming was about to leave, Lin Zijin gently reached out and hooked Pei Ming's fingers.

Pei Ming's fingertips trembled: "Why, what's the matter?"

Lin Zijin squinted at him until Pei Ming's face turned red before he smiled: "It's pure."

Pei Ming was in a delicate mood when he was inexplicably labeled with the word "pure".

Lin Zijin covered his lips and coughed a few times: "Where are you going?"

Pei Ming sighed, and stuffed his hands back into the quilt: "I just ordered porridge for you at the front desk, I'll go get it."

Only then did Lin Zijin let him go, leaning against the soft quilt and closing his eyes.

Pei Ming entered the room carrying porridge in an insulated box, and handed him the medicine and hot water.

Although Lin Zijin didn't show any impatience, his brows were furrowed, and he reluctantly swallowed the medicine and water.

Pei Ming took out a piece of fruit candy from his pocket as if conjuring, and handed it to his lips.

Lin Zijin was a little surprised: "Huh?"

"The medicine is a bit bitter," Pei Ming said, "you won't be bitter if you eat a piece of candy."

"Do you think coaxing children?"

Lin Zijin glanced at him with a half-smile, leaned forward, and took the candy away.

As soon as the soft and warm lips touched the fingertips, Pei Ming's heart trembled, and he was quite distracted.

He rubbed his hands gently as if nostalgic, and picked up the porridge next to him: "Drink this."

"I can't drink after taking the medicine," Lin Zijin closed his eyes and leaned against the bed, with a faint tiredness between his brows, "Stupid."

Although he was swearing, the patient's voice was weak. Not only did the word "stupid" not have the slightest attack power, but it rubbed against Pei Ming's heart like a cat's paw scratching someone.

Like a baby.

Pei Ming tried his best to restrain the corners of his lips that had no place to rest, and reached out to touch his forehead: "The fever will subside in a while."

"Ah."

"I'll go get you some hot water."

"Stop busy, are you tired?"

Lin Zijin rolled his eyelids: "Sit here and chat with me for a while."

The ancients were willing to see Xizi holding his heart and Daiyu frowning, which shows that the real sick beauty is more painful than ordinary beauty.

Pei Ming didn't understand at first, and thought that there is something to like about a sick child, but now he directly fast forwards to empathize with the ancients.

The reason why a sick beauty is liked by others is because the illness is on that person, but the pain is in his heart, and he feels distressed and pity, so he played with the word "favorite".

He reached into the quilt, accurately put his thin hands in his palms, and asked softly, "You said you missed me in the car?"

Lin Zijin blinked, and then remembered what he said when he was sick and was so fragile.

"I heard wrong." He pretended to be a scumbag without changing his expression, "I never said that."

The young man's palms were very hot, as if the sun was hidden.

It's different from someone like him who has cold hands and feet for years.

Young is so good.

Lin Zijin sighed thoughtfully: "It seems that I didn't make it clear to you before, so let me say it again."

Hearing that his tone suddenly became serious, Pei Ming subconsciously sat up straight and swallowed: "Say it."

"The scene was a bit chaotic just now, and my mind is not clear."

Maybe it was because he was covered with a quilt, or because he drank a cup of hot water, Lin Zijin felt that his drowsy brain started to work slowly.

"I apologize to you for talking about you behind your back, and it's so ugly."

Lin Zijin was glad that he was burning now, and he couldn't tell whether the redness on his face was due to fever or embarrassment, so he continued without doing anything, "I don't make excuses for myself, if I am wrong, I am wrong, you can live I'm mad. But I don't like you or I don't like you, it doesn't change.”

Pei Ming laughed: "Brother Lin, I'm not angry."

"Aren't you angry?" Lin Zijin said, "You didn't have dinner with me and went to find someone else. Does that mean you're not angry?"

As he spoke, he pulled out his hand and squeezed Pei Ming's face: "Tell me, who did you go to dinner with?"

Pei Ming ignored the messy hand, looked into his eyes covered with mist, and said softly: "Brother Lin, it was you who said before that we both play our own way, and neither of us interferes with each other's life. is not it?"

Lin Zijin paused.

Damn boy.

He originally thought that when he said this, Pei Ming went in one ear and out the other, but he didn't expect him to remember everything clearly, and now he started to compete with him.

Well, it's time to stop my broad possessiveness, lest people misunderstand that I am jealous.

Even if he signed the agreement, Pei Ming was not his property.

He snorted resentfully, and put his hand down: "I love to talk but not to talk."

Seeing his displeasure written all over his face, Pei Ming smiled lightly and said, "Brother Lin, are you angry?"

"What can I be angry about?"

Lin Zijin bit his teeth and refused to admit it: "I'm glad you went to get better with someone else, so I won't feel like I've delayed the luck of an innocent boy every day."

"My sister and I went out to eat," Pei Ming picked up the porridge that was placed next to him, "Don't be angry, Brother Lin, come and drink the porridge."

Lin Zijin glanced at him in surprise, only then remembered the question he had ignored earlier.

Before he had time to ask, a spoonful of porridge was handed to him.

"Wait a minute," Lin Zijin reluctantly drank a few tablespoons of porridge mixed with goji berry, longan and red dates, "You didn't tell your parents about the marriage agreement before?"

Pei Ming paused, his eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly recovered: "Of course I told you."

In normal times, Lin Zijin would have discovered his deliberate acting skills long ago.

But Lin Zijin was just barely keeping his mind awake, and he was uncertain when he would be able to strike, so he didn't notice the fleeting strangeness in his eyes at all.

Another big spoonful of porridge was brought to his lips.

He really doesn't like the strange smell of longan, and there are signs of resistance written all over his body: "I won't eat it."

"The last spoonful, you just shed so much blood," Pei Ming said with a hint of refusal in his voice, "Be obedient, eat this to replenish blood."

Lin Zijin sneered: "Little brat imitates others, what do you say is not obedient?"

"I'm not a child anymore."

Pei Ming looked at him fixedly, and said word by word: "Brother Lin, I'm 22 this year, I'm not a child anymore."

"What's wrong with 22? Isn't this just past the legal age?" Lin Zijin made no secret of his contempt for his age, and glanced at him lightly, "I haven't even finished my development yet. What is it if it's not a child?"

"I haven't grown up yet..."

Do you want to come and have a try?

Pei Ming said this sentence almost without thinking, but fortunately, his reason came back in time to prevent him from dying on the spot, and his face flushed red.

Lin Zijin was willing to see how he couldn't say anything about himself: "What's the matter? Are you so eager to prove yourself? How do you want to prove it to me?"

Perhaps it was the antipyretics that had taken effect. The tip of his nose and forehead were covered with a thin layer of sweat, which made his peach blossom eyes shine brightly. His lips became bright red due to the heat, and there were still some sparkling traces on them from when he just drank the porridge. .

Seeing him like this, Pei Ming felt his heart beating faster and faster. Since he was a boy, Xiao Xiang's dream had burned into an indescribable splendor on the tip of his heart like wildfire.

His breathing was a little short, and he put the porridge bowl that was almost bottomed out on the bedside table, and he slammed closer, grabbing the man's wrist.

Lin Zijin didn't expect him to make a move, and when he saw Pei Ming's body pressed down slightly, he panicked for no reason: "What are you going to do?"

His wrist was so painful from being grabbed, it was estimated that two red marks would be left in a while.

Originally, the little star was stronger than him, not to mention his whole body is sick now, and he couldn't break free.

Pei Ming looked at him condescendingly, his eyes were no longer the gentleness and kindness before, but there was a bit of ferocity and insidiousness unique to predators.

But these strange looks are fleeting, like hallucinations.

Pei Ming clasped Lin Zijin's wrist and wrapped him tightly with a quilt, reached out and touched his forehead: "It seems that the fever has subsided a little, it will be better tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he said with a smile that was not a smile: "It's just helping Brother Lin to cover a quilt, what does Brother Lin think I'm going to do?"

Lin Zijin raised his eyebrows, feeling as if he had swayed him.

With a "tsk", he turned over and turned his back to Pei Ming.

Pei Ming first went out of the house with the cup and porridge bowl, and then came back, rustling back and forth.

Just as Lin Zijin was about to turn his head, the mattress behind him sagged, and then a fiery body pressed against it.

"Why?" he asked, looking up.

"Didn't I sleep with you?" Pei Ming asked back, "Isn't this what we do every night?"

Lin Zijin wanted to open his eyes, but felt that his eyelids were heavy.

It's strange to say that when flying back and forth between domestic and foreign countries, it's not that Li Hua didn't accompany him in the waiting room, but Li Hua usually slept soundly. He opened his eyes and sat there, only to feel that Li Hua was making noise even when he was breathing. died.

But it's different with Pei Ming around.

Like a sleeping pill, he fell asleep completely within 10 minutes.

He held on with a bit of sleepiness: "I suggest you sleep somewhere else tonight."

Pei Ming's voice sounded behind him, dragging out the end, seeming aggrieved: "Brother Lin, why are you chasing me again? Didn't you agree to get along normally?"

"Huh?" Lin Zijin turned over, facing the pair of shining dog eyes in the dim light, "No... Isn't this a cold? Do you want to be infected so much?"

Pei Ming rolled his eyes: "It's because you have a fever that I want to accompany you. Take a good rest and you'll be fine tomorrow."

"It's not easy to curry favor with me, Pei Ming."

Lin Zijin closed his eyes, and his tone was nasal: "It's written in the resource contract that should be given to you. No matter how much you sell your soul, you can only get those."

Pei Ming lay quietly on his side, looked at the small shadow cast by his eyelashes on his skin, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Besides, it's not that you really lack resources. Why did you agree to a fake marriage? You have to pay back the favors you owe. It's annoying..."

His voice became softer and his brows frowned slightly.

Pei Ming's Adam's apple rolled down: "I... am short of money, I can't afford to eat."

"Hmph, you better be."

Lin Zijin snorted softly: "If I find out that you have other thoughts, I will never let you off and forgive you, you know?"

Pei Ming's eyes darkened slightly.

He quietly maintained a posture until Lin Zijin's breathing calmed down, then he stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms.

"So what can I do if I know?" He said softly, "I know... Can I not like you?"

The author has something to say:

There are not many manuscripts in this book (compared to the previous ones), all thanks to the thick hair and hard liver

So I was wondering if I had a good clip and went straight to the double update for a week to celebrate, would it be a waste of hair (meditation.jpg)