Stop fishing, can't stand it

In an instant, the sound of the wind outside seemed to be choked off, and disappeared in an instant. Song Xueyan was immersed in this inch of space called "Swallow's Qi", ignorant of black and white, and dropped all thoughts.

Yan Qi's arm is like a strong shackle, which tightens him and traps him at the same time. He feels the strong possessive/desire/desire in this strength.

They hug each other tightly, like a symbiotic ray between heaven and earth, their chests are close together, inseparable.The beating and disorder of the heart cannot be concealed from each other, like a heavy hammer beating a drum, one sound, one sound, chasing after each other, inseparable from you and me.

The passionate kiss was over, and they pressed their foreheads together to gasp.

"Uh..." The chest was pressed tightly, and the sound of heartbeat intertwined into a rapid and powerful drumbeat, playing in each other's ears regardless of you and me.

Just hugging for a while, Yan Qi raised his face, proudly pressed against the tip of Song Xueyan's nose, and said, "You are mine now."

"Well...you are mine too." Song Xueyan's eyes were red, for some unknown reason, he reached out to caress Yan Qi's handsome face, Yan Qi entangled him, and rubbed him affectionately several times.

The ferocious wolf just now suddenly turned into a stalking and cute big dog. Song Xueyan's heart was so soft that she hugged him and said, "Why are you so cute? I like it so much, I like it so much."

Did this open up some kind of love mechanism?

Yan Qi's ears pricked up when he heard that, if he had a tail, it would probably be up to the sky.

He stretched out his hand to rub Song Xueyan's face that was still wet, and said innocently, "Hey, why are you so sweet all of a sudden? Did I make you... um, comfortable?"

"Yes, so what?" Song Xueyan didn't refute, but grabbed his ear and said, "The clip sound is quite natural, please clip it twice."

Yan Qi obediently showed his good voice, and finally said in a bad voice: "Compared to this pinching skill, I can't compare to Mr. Song, you pinched me just now—ah, it hurts!"

Song Xueyan tugged at his ear and said word by word: "Owe again?"

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Yan Qi struggled to free his ears from the iron tongs and tiger claws, puffed and complained, "Just now it was like glue, softer than water, now It's so fierce, are you ruthless when you leave school?"

"I'm going, you bastard!" Song Xueyan reached out to pinch his neck, but was hugged by Yan Qi, rolled over twice, rolled back, and finally landed on Yan Qi's body.

Yan Qi put his hands under his armpit, held his arms, lifted his upper body up like a cat, and said with a grin, "Song Xueyan, I like you!"

Song Xueyan pursed her lips and suppressed a smile, imitating Fu Yanle's usual emoji, showing a cute and playful smile, and said: "I, also, hi, love, you! I like it the most, I like it so much!"

They snorted and laughed at the same time, Yan Qi put him back in his arms, reluctant to let go.

So Song Xueyan obediently lay on his heart, reached out and circled his heart, counting one by one.

one two Three……

The sound of the heartbeat was firm and powerful in the silent night, shaking the sparse stars in the sky to tremble and shake off, sprinkled grains of silver light, and poured over Song Xueyan and Yan Qi.They are a happy and passionate couple among all living beings, who want to hug till the morning.

Early the next morning, Yan Qi woke up leisurely, and subconsciously wanted to hug Song Xueyan, but as soon as he touched the body beside him, he was so hot that he sat up quickly.

All the lights in the bedroom were on, and Song Xueyan was lying under the quilt, her face flushed/red and pale.

"Fuck!" Yan Qi was so frightened that he immediately called out, and as soon as he got through, he said, "Brother Qiao, quickly help me find a doctor with a strict tongue, and tell him to come here quickly. Someone has a fever! I'll send you the address."

Yan Qi hung up the phone, sent Xiao Qiao a location message, then quickly ran out of the room, poured a glass of warm water and went back.

He leaned over to the side of the bed, reached out and patted Song Xueyan's face lightly, until Song Xueyan struggled to open her slightly swollen eyes, opened her mouth and let out a hoarse syllable, he immediately helped Song Xueyan half up, and put the water glass on the Song Xueyan's lips softly coaxed: "Hey, take a couple of sips first."

Song Xueyan was weak all over, her brain was like a burnt circuit, she couldn't think, but obediently followed Yan Qi's words, took a few sips of warm water with her cup in her mouth, and felt her throat a little more comfortable.

"Come on, lie down." Yan Qi laid him flat, put the water glass on the bedside table, went to the storage box of the closet and found some cold compresses, and put one on Song Xueyan's forehead and palms .

He stretched out his hand to tuck in the quilt, his eyes blushed with guilt, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"No—cough cough!" Song Xueyan tilted her head and coughed twice, holding Yan Qi's wrist when she hurriedly approached, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

He was the one who found it himself.

Yan Qi brows drooped, with a pitiful look of losing his soul, Song Xueyan couldn't help but raised his hand to rub his head, and said sincerely in a coaxing tone, "A Qi, if you don't want me last night, get out If I go away, I will be a thousand times, ten thousand times sadder than having a fever."

"I know, but, but I'm really not ready, I'm really sorry." Yan Qi touched the tip of Song Xueyan's nose distressedly, "I've already called the doctor, don't be afraid."

"Actually...actually..." Song Xueyan, full of theoretical experience, said in a low voice with the natural blush on her face, "That's the one... Inflammation, it's nothing serious."

Yan Qi gave him a reproachful look, "You can't ignore minor illnesses, not to mention you still have a fever, you must have the doctor come over and give you an IV, quickly reduce the inflammation and reduce the fever."

"Got it." Song Xueyan blinked, "Then I will obediently wait for the doctor to come, don't worry."

Yan Qi rubbed his head and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go out and cook porridge for you. What flavor do you want?"

Song Xueyan thought about it seriously for half a minute, and said, "Taro ball porridge with milk."

"Of order." Yan Qi pressed the cold compress on his forehead, "I'll go out first, if you want to find me, just overturn any alarm clock water glass on this bedside table, I will come in when I hear the sound, don't shout I've broken my throat, don't come out to look for me, just lie down obediently, do you understand?"

Song Xueyan was like a well-behaved child who listened to the teachings of adults, and wrote down every word before saying: "Got it, brother."

"Well, you're so good." Yan Qi gave him a mouthful, got up and turned off the main light in the bedroom, and opened all the glass windows, only half of the curtains, so that Song Xueyan could see the flowers all over the balcony .

Song Xueyan really turned her head to look at the balcony, but not at the flowers, but at him, then followed his back and turned her eyes away, staring in the direction of the bedroom door in a daze.

Yan Qi walked to the kitchen, cleaned the rice and washed the pot neatly, and at the same time, in the space of his heart, he added a speeding sign to the doctor who was rushing over - hurry up, hurry up, run, run!

The door of the guest bedroom opened, Yu Jingchen was fully dressed, walked over and said, "What's the matter? I heard you jumping back and forth."

Fu Yanle also went out, wearing Song Xueyan's pajamas, leaning against the door and yawning.

Yan Qi said: "Xueyan has a fever, I called the doctor over."

"Have a fever?" Fu Yanle woke up instantly, turned around and went to the master bedroom, while Yu Jingchen stayed in the kitchen, making breakfast with Yan Qi.

Fu Yanle entered the master bedroom, hurried to the bedside, lay down and said, "What's the matter? Moderate yourself!"

Song Xueyan's eyes moved down and landed on the two strawberry prints on his neck, and she said speechlessly, "This sentence is for you."

"I don't have a fever." Fu Yanle curled her lips, stretched out her hand to rub Song Xueyan's neck, and marveled at the red marks all the way, "My little brother is really young and energetic, he is fierce, look at this enthusiastic, He is gnawing on you like a chicken paw! There are so many traces that won't disappear in a short time, so Fang Zhouji will scold you to death if you go to the set?"

"It's okay." Song Xueyan said weakly, "We're filming a winter scene, so we have to wear a big cloak and fox fur. There is a collar and a fur around the neck to cover it, so we can't show it."

Fu Yanle tugged at his ears distressedly, "Okay, okay, look at your breathless appearance, I won't talk to you anymore."

Song Xueyan shut up instantly.

Not long after, the doctor who was brought over by the supercar rang the doorbell, and Yan Qi half led him and half forced him into the bedroom.

Yan Qi walked to the head of the bed, pointed at Song Xueyan, who was lying like a corpse, and said, "Please cure him!"

With this momentum and tone, the doctor thought it was time for a kidney transplant, so he lifted the quilt to take a look, hey, hey: "I said to you two young people, love is a good thing, but you must also know how to control it!"

Song Xueyan was so embarrassed that she wanted to get under the bed, and looked at Yan Qi as if asking for help, Yan Qi immediately went up to cover his eyes, as if he could not see or hear.

"It's my fault, just prescribe the medicine." Yan Qi said.

The doctor sighed faintly, first gave Song Xueyan a skin test, and only after confirming that there was no problem, put on the hanging bottle.

Yan Qi watched the liquid drip and said, "Can you slow down the speed, I'm afraid he won't feel well."

So the doctor slowed down the speed a little, then wrote a line of words on a piece of paper, handed it to Yan Qi and said, "This is an ointment for anti-inflammatory and anti-swelling, after buying it, apply it on the unspeakable places twice a day, morning and evening."

"Oh!" Yan Qi took the paper and felt that the hand covering Song Xueyan's eyes was gently scratched by the eyelashes.

Someone was shy, he shook his head and sent the doctor out.

After closing the door of the master bedroom, the doctor said a few more precautions, avoid talking and exercising vigorously.Yan Qi wrote down one by one, and politely sent the doctor out, then used her mobile phone to find the official online pharmacy, searched around, and ordered delivery to the door.

"The porridge is ready." Yu Jingchen filled a bowl and asked Yan Qi to go over, "Bring some to Xueyan."

Fu Yanle reached out and took out a white porcelain spoon, put it on the side of the bowl, and said, "Be careful, it's still a little hot, you have to feed it spoon by spoon."

"Understood." Yan Qi pinched the two ears of the bowl, carrying the porridge into the house.

"This kid." Fu Yanle retracted his eyes, "I'm getting more and more caring and sensible. I haven't seen Brother Cool's real body for a long time."

Yu Jingchen smiled, served him a bowl, carefully selected a delicate carved spoon, put it on the side of the bowl, and said, "This is what he should do, otherwise you don't have to worry about matching the two of them."

Fu Yanle smiled, and said: "Ah Qi has your backing, so I must support Xueyan Baby, I'm from my mother's family."

"But I have your back, so—"

Fu Yanle raised his eyebrows and said: "So Aqi must treat my baby well, otherwise I will kill him!"

The author says:

Rub...... Tendonitis committed.

In addition, this chapter drops a random predestined egg named "The Emperor's 4000 Words"