reverse trapping

The rain outside the window became sudden and rapid, hitting the glass like an ice cone, and the dark wind tried in vain to stir the gauze curtain by the window, but ended in failure.

Shen Jinzhi tried his best to look at Cheng Muze, but his words did not answer the question: "Don't go."

He pinched Cheng Muze's wrist and refused to let go of his strength.

Cheng Mu let go, and put on the back of Shen Jinzhi's burning hand, comforting him, "Okay, I won't go."

Shen Jinzhi's tight eyes finally relaxed a little, he slowly raised his hand, and leaned towards Cheng Muze's cheek.

Cheng Mu did not dodge, but just stared at Shen Jinzhi, and repeated: "Who were you calling before?"

The street lamp leaped through the window dully through the rain, but was ruthlessly blocked from the range of the bedside light.

"Om-"

Cheng Muze's phone vibrated untimely.

The screen lights up through the pocket, propping up an inconspicuous light in the darkness.

Cheng Mu clicked to answer.

"Looking for me so late, something happened?"

Wan Weiduo's voice was clear, not in the state of waking up from sleep.

Cheng Mu didn't pay too much attention to this detail, after all, Shen Jinzhi's illness still lay ahead.

The moment he answered the phone, Shen Jinzhi had withdrawn his hand, and the temperature in his eyes had dropped a lot.

Cheng Mu withdrew his gaze, and stood up straight in the posture of answering the phone.

"Professor Shen has a fever, and I called you for help. I'm at his home right now, and I'm going to take him to the hospital."

"Help?"

There was the sound of a chair slipping on the other end of the phone, Wan Weiduo clicked his tongue in displeasure, and murmured in a low voice: "It's not enough to start working as soon as you come back, and you f*ck told me to write materials overnight when you were sick, just in such a hurry Go to see Hades."

Cheng Mu glanced at the person on the bed Wan Weiduo was complaining about: "Don't worry, I'll take him to the hospital right away."

"Wait." Wan Weiduo stopped Cheng Muze, "Can he still answer the phone?"

Cheng Mu bent over to confirm, and handed the phone to Shen Jinzhi's ear.

Shen Jinzhi listened to a few words quietly, and replied in a hoarse voice: "No need to go to the hospital."

Then, the mobile phone seemed to have added a thousand catties and fell to his pillow.

Cheng Mu picked up the phone and continued to listen to Wan Weiduo's speech.

"Xiao Cheng?"

"Well, tell me."

"You don't need to go to the hospital. You give him some medicine. To put it simply, Jin Zhi's father is the dean of a hospital. He allowed Jin Zhi to work hard for fame, but he didn't allow him to get sick."

Wan Weiduo changed his tone, and said again: "I don't know what outrageous rules that are, anyway, let's just listen to Jin Zhi. He is such a big man, he still has some sense of propriety, but he may need you to take care of him. "

Cheng Mu didn't hesitate, and responded directly.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Mu wanted to turn on the light, but he was worried that the too strong light would affect Shen Jinzhi's sleepiness, so he picked up the medicine box and approached the lamp.

He took out a fever-reducing medicine and put it in the palm of his hand, only to realize that he didn't take the water.

Confusion hindered Cheng Muze's language function. He walked out of the room without saying a word, successfully turned on the light switch in the living room, and came to the water dispenser to receive water.

Although the upper and lower floors of the same building have the same type of apartment, it was only at this moment that Cheng Mu realized that the location of the soft furnishings in Shen Jin's house was almost exactly the same as the one he rented.

The water was falling into the glass, and the regular sound could not help Cheng Mu straighten out his chaotic thoughts.

Was Shen Jinzhi calling him by his nickname just now?

But...how is that possible?

The sound of water falling into the cup stopped at [-]ml, Cheng Mu picked up the cup and went back to the room.

Regardless, just ask.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Shen Jinzhi trying to support his hands, trying to get up.

Cheng Mu's mind was blank, and he subconsciously went forward.

The water in the cup couldn't support his large movements and spilled a lot.

Cheng Mu gave Shen Jin a force from behind, supporting him to stand up.

Only then did he realize that Shen Jinzhi was wearing the same clothes as last night.

Recalling what Wan Weiduo said in the previous call, Cheng Mu figured out the situation.

It turned out that Shen Jinzhi had been busy all the time, so he specially took the time to pick him up.After he came back, he went to work without even changing his clothes, until he couldn't resist the attack of the disease...

Cheng Mu's heart was sore, he reached out to pick up the water glass on the bedside table, and used his little finger to sweep away most of the remaining water stains at the bottom of the glass to prevent them from dripping onto Shen Jinzhi's body.

"Thank you."

Shen Jinzhi's voice was very soft, hiding a bit of weak hoarseness.

Looking at his slightly trembling hands, Cheng Mu always felt that he could fall over in a second.

Cheng Mu moved half a body forward, allowing Shen Jinzhi to lean on him completely.

The air floats silently, lifting fine dust under the light.

The heat on Shen Jinzhi's body rushed to his face, faintly damp.

Cheng Mu picked up the pill and handed it over: "Take the medicine first."

Shen Jinzhi moved his fingertips slightly, picked up the pill, and raised his hand with difficulty.

Cheng Mu saw it, and took back the pills: "I'll do it."

He picked up the pill and slowly approached Shen Jinzhi's lips.

Shen Jinzhi had a hard time eating, his dry lips could not be ignored as they brushed against his palm, burning and itching.

Once, twice, three times.

He finally got the pills.

The antipyretics were very bitter, and Cheng Mu quickly handed him warm water.

Compared with holding a pill, Shen Jinzhi's drinking water was much smoother.

Cheng Mu urged Shen Jinzhi to finish drinking the glass of water before moving the glass back to its original position.

"Senior."

Cheng Mu called out, and the confusion that had been gathering in his heart forced him to speak: "Just now you—"

"Cough cough cough."

Shen Jinzhi suddenly coughed.

The coughing tremor spread from Shen Jinzhi's back to Cheng Muze's body, making him tremble with fear.

He retreated and helped Shen Jinzhi to lie down again.

Looking at Shen Jinzhi's cheeks flushed from coughing, Cheng Mu swallowed the words.

Let's ask him when he's better.

Looking at the clothes on Shen Jinzhi, Cheng Mu pursed his lips.

"Senior, do you have new towels at home?"

Shen Jinzhi tilted his head and looked at the wardrobe standing at the edge of the room.

Cheng Mu would agree and approach the past.

The wardrobe is far away from the lamp by the bed, and the light that shines on it is very dim.

Cheng Mu couldn't see clearly. He opened the closet casually, his eyes flicked over rows of plain shirts and suits, and stopped on a few unopened towels.

On the next floor, there are several sets of neatly folded pajamas.

Cheng Mu took out one of the sets and put it on the corner of Shen Jinzhi's bed, and went to the bathroom with a towel.

When he came back, he brought two hot towels.

Cheng Mu temporarily put the towel on the bedside, and raised his hand to unbutton Shen Jinzhi's shirt.

The hands soaked in hot water were still steaming, and they brushed Shen Jinzhi's skin inadvertently.

Clothes buttons are out of bondage, no longer guarding the temperature under the material.

Shen Jinzhi's originally weak eyelids suddenly lifted, and he subconsciously grasped the hands that were unbuttoning his clothes.

An indescribable bewilderment gradually gathered in his misty eyes, and his expression became darker and darker.

"I'm sick now, and my willpower is not strong enough."

Thick hints spread along the darkness, pulling out a net.

Cheng Mu stared at him, blinking in a daze.

Willpower?

Is it the willpower to overcome the pain?

He pulled out a hand and put it on the back of Shen Jinzhi's abnormally hot hand: "It's just a minor illness, don't think about it too much. After all, you got caught in the rain because you picked me up. If your illness is not good for a day, I will Take care of you for a day."

He pulled Shen Jinzhi's hand away, put it aside, and continued to unbutton him: "You have a fever, so you can't sleep in wet clothes."

After all, the cast net still had a hole, missing the only target.

Shen Jinzhi sighed, and his chest sank.

The delicate touch is still sliding down, Shen Jinzhi lowered his eyebrows: "I want to open a topic, the content of which is "On How to Enlighten the Wood" as the core content, are you interested in contributing some inspiration?"

"Wood?" Cheng Mu kept moving his hands, and continued to use his splitting thinking to understand, "Does the professor of economics still need to study biology?"

After speaking, Cheng Mu immediately felt something was wrong.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Shen Jinzhi.

A few seconds later, he opened the medicine box, took out a thermometer and tested it on Shen Jinzhi's forehead.

The temperature was a full 39°C.

It's over, it's burned to the point of talking nonsense.

He must quickly cool down Shen Jinzhi, if something goes wrong, how can he be worthy of the students of Tianjin University.

Cheng Mu quickly picked up the towel on the bedside and wiped it on Shen Jinzhi's body.

Shen Jinzhi closed his eyes helplessly, but the fire in his heart lingered for a long time.

At this time, the sound of the doorbell came from outside the house.

Shen Jinzhi didn't open his eyes, but Cheng Mu couldn't confirm it, so he agreed to open the door.

Not long after, Cheng Mu led someone to open the door.

"Still alive?" It was Wan Weiduo who spoke.

Shen Jinzhi opened his eyes, and said weakly: "Why are you here? Project——"

"..." Wan Weiduo said dissatisfied, "It's almost done, so don't worry about it."

Shen Jinzhi didn't respond, but turned to Cheng Mu and said, "Give him some water to drink, and I'll do the rest myself."

Cheng Mu looked at the towel on the bedside table, then at Shen Jinzhi: "Can it work..."

Shen Jinzhi replaced his answer with silence, and Cheng Mu had no choice but to follow his wishes and lead him to the living room.

For a moment, Cheng Mu seemed to have the illusion that he was also one of the owners of the house.

He was about to pour water, but Wan Weiduo waved his hand at him: "Don't pour it, I just came to confirm that he is still alive, and I will leave in a while. If I don't go back quickly and finish the project, I am afraid that he will crawl in the middle of the night." Get up and do it."

Cheng Mu felt a little guilty: "I'm to blame for this. Teacher Shen picked me up from get off work last night. Halfway there, it rained heavily, and he got drenched heavily."

Wan Weiduo was not too surprised: "Don't blame yourself, usually he doesn't get sick in the rain, but this time it's all because of his own torment. If he doesn't sleep well for five days, who can hold it?"

"Five days?" Cheng Mu was puzzled, "Excluding October [-]st and now, he should have slept well at other times, right?"

"Sleep?" Wan Weiduo sneered, "How could he be willing to sleep?"

Cheng Mu was stunned: "Reluctant?"

Realizing that he had made a slip of the tongue, Wan Weiduo laughed dryly: "It's not what you think of as 'willing', it's the homophonic dialect of our hometown, which means to accept the bed."

Cheng Mu understood.

Wan Weiduo shook his head helplessly: "If he can listen to you, you can persuade him not to work hard. In the six months since I came back from abroad, except for the last half month, he is either researching or on the way to research. I I really don't understand, what does he want, how can he fight so hard?"

At the time of half a year, Cheng Mu seemed to have heard it from Professor Shen's students.

He couldn't help asking, "Did something happen to him half a year ago?"

Wan Weiduo paused for a moment, and the floodgate of memory suddenly opened wide: "Half a year ago——"

A violent coughing sound from inside the room interrupted his speech.

The two got up from the sofa at the same time and walked into the house.

Shen Jinzhi had already changed his clothes and was leaning on the bedside looking at them.

Wan Weiduo immediately understood the look in his eyes that thought he was in the way. He twitched the corner of his mouth and patted Cheng Muze's shoulder: "Okay, I will leave it to you. Let's go, no need to send it off."

Wan Weiduo left quickly, and only he and Shen Jinzhi were left in the room.

Shen Jinzhi then said: "Go back to sleep too, I'm fine, don't listen to his nonsense, I won't get up in the middle of the night to work."

Cheng Mu thought it was just Wan Weiduo's joke, but after Shen Jinzhi repeated it, he knew it must have happened.

He immediately rejected Shen Jinzhi's proposal.

Shen Jinzhi paused, and brushed the corner of the silk quilt with his fingertips.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Then I'll give you two choices, either go home and sleep right away, or—"

He patted his bed: "Sleep here."

The author says:

Take a closer look at Professor Shen's lack of energy when taking pills~

Happy first day of the new year~ I beg the starfish~