After living with a straight man, I became a menswear boss

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and there was a crackling sound when the closed glass windows were knocked.

As soon as Shi Jin walked out of the bathroom, someone knocked on the door of the room.

There could only be one person in the inn who would come to him.

Shi Jin put down the towel that was wiping her wet hair, and opened the door.

The people outside the door stood very casually, but he couldn't resist his tall stature, and when he stood towards the door with long arms and legs, he directly blocked half of the door frame.

Seeing the door open, Yu Ci raised his eyelids, his eyes wandered around Shi Jin's body: "Not bad."

A little doubt floated in Shi Jin's eyes: "What's good?"

Yu Ci walked into the room with the tray in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows, and his tone was tinged with a smile: "It's not bad if you know how to take care of yourself after being exposed to the rain."

Shi Jin knew that he was making fun of herself.

He pursed his lips, and there was inexplicable warmth in his ears.

In order to avoid this topic, he put his eyes on the tray in the man's hand: "What is that?"

Yu Ci let go of his hand: "Ginger soup."

The snow-white porcelain bowl was placed on the table, and the acrid smell lingered in the air.

"The climate in the mountains is different from the outside. If you get caught in the rain, you should drink some ginger soup to drive away the cold."

Shi Jin's eyebrows frowned when he heard the word Jiang Tang.

Staring at the bowl of warm yellow liquid and hesitated for two seconds, he said, "I've changed my clothes, I won't catch a cold."

Yu Ci heard what he meant, and the smile in Tao Hua's eyes deepened: "I put brown sugar, it's not spicy."

Shi Jin was still hesitating.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows, it was the first time he realized that his roommate had such a childish side.

How can the child be coaxed?

Buy you candy after taking the medicine?

He thought for a while, imitating the method of coaxing children he saw at Zhong Ling during the Chinese New Year, his tone softened: "Hey, drink it, and I'll buy you a cake when I go back."

Shi Jin's expression paused.

Is he coaxing himself like a child?

Shi Jin moved her lips, wanting to speak but didn't know what to say.

Forget it.

He was silent for two seconds, and under Yu Ci's inexplicably bright eyes, he picked up the porcelain bowl and drank the ginger syrup in it.

The ginger soup mixed with brown sugar is indeed less spicy than the pure ginger soup, but the smell of ginger still lingers.

Shi Jin swallowed the last mouthful of ginger soup, feeling as if she had fallen into a mountain of ginger.

He put the bowl back on the tray calmly, and issued a tactful order to evict the guest: "I want to sleep."

Yu Ci didn't intend to stay any longer.

He came here to visit Aunt Chen, and there was another thing to do.

If it wasn't for worrying that his roommate wouldn't take care of him, he would have gone out by now.

He picked up the tray, and before going out, he asked: "If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

Shi Jin nodded: "Okay."

The door is closed.

After drinking the last bottle of water in the room, the lingering ginger taste finally dissipated.

Shi Jin put down the glass, listening to the rustling sound of rainwater beating the eaves, she really felt a little sleepy.

The moist and slightly cool air is most suitable for sleeping under a thin quilt.

Almost the second after closing his eyes, his confused consciousness was dragged into the darkness by the drowsiness.

However, Shi Jin still overestimated his body.

The light sleep became extremely uncomfortable in the middle of the sleep, the nose seemed to be blocked with something, and it became extremely difficult to breathe.

The gas exhaled was scalding hot, and there seemed to be a faint smell of spicy ginger, which even fumigated his skin and began to feel hot.

In a haze, he tried to lift the quilt that was pressing on him, but found that his hands and feet were like heavy stones, so heavy that it was difficult to even move a finger.

Feeling weak all over was really uncomfortable, Shi Jin frowned uncontrollably in his sleep.

When his consciousness was drowsy, a strange idea crossed his mind out of time.

It seems that ginger syrup doesn't work...

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Yu Ci helped the inn make a list of the supplies that needed to be purchased, and went out again while the rain was light.

By the time he came back from the outside, it was already afternoon.

He took off his wet raincoat and changed his shoes at the door.

Ah Qiu raised his head from the counter: "Brother Yu Ci is back?"

"Yeah." Yu Ci walked into the living room: "Where's Aunt Chen? Are you feeling better?"

"It's still the same." Ah Qiu shook his head: "When it rains, my knees hurt."

"It should be rheumatism, right? You'd better move to another place to live." The boy who buried his head in front of the table sucking noodles said something vaguely. When he raised his head, he saw two people in the living room looking at him, smiling a little embarrassedly. Laughing: "Rheumatism is greatly affected by weather changes. This village relies on mountains and it often rains. People with rheumatism suffer the most here."

Ah Qiu sighed: "The doctor said the same thing, but grandma refused, saying that if she left, what would happen to the children in the village."

There is a school in the village, and grandma will go to the school to help when it is not raining, and do what she can.

She sighed with a sad face, and quickly put aside her troubles, and looked at the boy: "Are you full? There are still noodles in the kitchen, I will serve them for you."

"No, no, no." The boy waved his hand, blushing a little: "I've already eaten three bowls, and I can't eat any more."

Ah Qiu smiled, and turned to look at Yu Ci: "Where is Brother Yu Ci? Do you want something to eat?"

"Just noodles."

Yu Ci poured himself a glass of water, looked upstairs, and asked casually, "Where is Shi Jin, has he eaten?"

Ah Qiu filled a bowl of noodles and came out. The rim of the bowl was so hot that she pinched her earlobe with her fingers. When she heard the question, she remembered something: "Mr. Shi hasn't gone downstairs since he came back in the morning."

"During dinner, I asked Mr. Yu to go upstairs and call him, but he didn't open the door either."

Yu You, who was drinking water, nodded: "I just knocked on the door a few times and he didn't answer, and the light in the room was not turned on, maybe he fell asleep."

It was raining in the village, and the weather was gloomy. If the lights were not turned on, the light in the room would be very poor.

Yu You glanced through the crack of the door and found that the light was not turned on. He guessed that Shi Jin might have fallen asleep, so he didn't call him again.

Yu Ci raised his head and glanced upstairs, his eyebrows furrowed.

He put down the cup in his hand: "I'll go and have a look."

The road into the mountains is bumpy and difficult. Except for the fixed daily bus schedule and the group cars of travel agencies, generally no taxis will be willing to send passengers in.

Yu Ci didn't know how Shijin got here, but he asked Aqiu in the morning, and Aqiu said that Shijin arrived at Qingliu Village last night. According to the time, he should have come here just after he got out of the police station.

Shi Jin didn't drive, and it's difficult to find a taxi willing to come to Qingliu Village without a reservation, so there's a high probability that he came by bus.

He was lucky enough to take that bus once at the beginning, it drove slowly and swayed, and the mixed smell in the car was almost suffocating. He guessed that Shi Jin must have suffered a lot when he came here yesterday.

The beds upstairs are also thinly made, and it rained this morning...

Yu Ci frowned even tighter.

He took a few steps up the stairs, walked back to the second floor after a few steps, and hugged two quilts in the warehouse next to the stairs.

"Aqiu, please cook a bowl of porridge for me."

Seeing the back of the man going upstairs, Ah Qiu blinked: "Okay."

The gloomy weather outside resulted in poor lighting in the corridors.

Yu Ci turned on the light in the corridor, walked to the corridor with the warm yellow light above his head, and stopped at the door of Shijin's room.

The door was closed tightly, and he knocked on the door a few times, but the inside was always quiet, there was no answer or footsteps.

Are you out?

This thought flashed through his mind, and was quickly dismissed by him.

No, when he just came back, he saw Shijin's black umbrella at the door. If he had gone out, the umbrella shouldn't be there.

So fell asleep?

But sleeping so deeply didn't seem like his roommate's habit.

Yu Ci frowned, reached out and knocked the door.

The door was not locked, and it was pushed open smoothly.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was pitch black.

Yu Ci held the quilt with his left hand, and fumbled for the switch on the wall with his right hand to turn on the light.

The light dispelled the darkness in the room, and he walked to the bed with the quilt in his arms, his eyebrows furrowed instantly when his eyes touched the person on the bed.

The person on the bed slept deeply, his thin eyelids were tightly closed, his breathing was a bit short of breath, his cold white face was half buried in the quilt, with unnatural flushing.

He seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, when Yu Ci walked to the bedside, he could still see the eyeballs rolling restlessly under the thin eyelids.

Yu Ci knelt down and helped him pull down the quilt covering his face, revealing a flushed face: "Shi Jin?"

The eyelashes of the person on the bed moved.

Yu Ci's eyebrows hadn't been loosened since he entered the room. He put the quilt in his hand at the foot of the bed, stretched out his hand and touched Shi Jin's forehead, the scorching temperature made his heart sink.

Sure enough, I have a fever...

He made a quick decision and picked him up from the bed with the quilt in his arms.

He lived with Shi Jin for a few months, so he naturally knew that his stature was thin, but after getting started, he realized that it was more than thin, the person in his arms was simply frighteningly light.

The hot breath from the fever hit the neck, as thin as a kitten.

Yu Ci tightened his arms in silence.

When he went downstairs, Ah Qiu at the counter was startled by his movement.

Ah Qiu put down the paintbrush in his hand, walked around the counter, and said nervously, "What's the matter? Mr. Shi?"

"I have a fever." Yu Ci said concisely, his eyes flicked across A Qiu's face, and finally fell on Yu You who was sitting at the table: "Can you drive?"

Yu You was also a little scared, but he reacted quickly, stood up and nodded: "Yes, I have had a driver's license for two years."

"Snapped--"

A key was lost.

Yu You caught the key in a hurry, followed Yu Ci and trotted out the door.

Shi Jin felt that she was very uncomfortable, her hands and feet were weak, and her whole body was weak.

This state is very familiar, he vaguely remembers how he felt when he had a fever last time at home, his eyelids were heavy as if he had dropped a heavy weight, and his whole body was hot and cold.

I don't know how long he has been suffering under such torment. When he was almost desperate, a voice seemed to come from his ear.

He couldn't hear clearly, but he could feel the man's anxiety.

Shi Jin wanted to open his eyes, but the heavy eyelids made his efforts futile, and when he was about to give up, his body fell into a hot chest.

The familiar breath drilled all the way through the blocked nasal cavity into the mind, and outlined a signal of reassurance in the brain.

His weak fingertips passed through the thin quilt that wrapped his body and caught a corner of his clothes.

The young man's frowning brows were slightly loosened, and his drowsy consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

As soon as Yu Ci walked into the back seat of the car with someone in his arms, the corner of his clothes sank slightly.

He paused slightly, and saw the thin white fingertips coming out of the quilt along the dropped corner of his clothes, the expression in his eyes was deep and unclear.

Yu You watched him stand there, with a frighteningly cold expression on his face. He was a little scared, but he still asked cautiously: "Then what, brother, where am I going?"

Yu Ci collected the emotions in his eyes: "Go to the left and drive to the innermost part of the village."