Even though Lu Yidang panicked, he reached out and pushed the door open, ignoring other things.

The door is not locked.

The bed bulges, and the light casts into the room, drawing long squares on the floor.

Lu Yi walked quickly to the bed and called softly, "Gu Yan."

Gu Yan was sleeping on the bed, the air conditioner was turned on extremely low, and the cold air vent was facing his bed. He was wrapped in a quilt, his face was pale, his long eyelashes were drooping and tightly closed, all the indifference during the day disappeared at this moment. Dispersed.

Even looked a little pitiful and weak.

Lu felt a little soft-hearted for some reason when he saw his appearance, as if a corner of his heart had collapsed.

He bent down and pushed Gu Yan: "Gu Yan?"

Gu Yan's eyelids moved.

Lu Yi touched his forehead and found that he really had a fever.

Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes, and after seeing Lu Yi, there was no expression on his face.

Lu Yi looked at him for two seconds, looked for the remote control, turned up the air vent of the air conditioner, then went downstairs to get a thermometer, medicine and water, and a fever-reducing sticker.

Lu Yi put these things on the table: "Take the temperature first to see if it is serious. If it is serious, you have to go to the hospital."

Gu Yan sat up, probably really burned, and even his voice was hoarse: "Why are you back?"

He remembered that he only called the assistant, and he couldn't remember whether he answered or not.

Hearing this question, Lu Yi was not surprised, just thinking that he really made a wrong call.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Lu Yi handed him the thermometer blankly, "You're about to go down. Next time something happens, remember to keep your eyes open, and don't hit me again."

Gu Yan didn't speak, took the thermometer, and said thank you in a low voice.

Lu Yi pulled up a chair and sat by his bed, watching him take his temperature.

Gu Yan's throat was uncomfortable, he coughed twice and covered his lips with his hand.

"Young Master Gu, may I ask you a question?" Lu Yi looked at him and couldn't help asking, "How did you live so long without common sense?"

After drinking, I didn’t know how to go back to my room to sleep. I had to sleep on the sofa for one night, but I caught a cold and developed a fever. I didn’t even give myself any rest time when I had a fever, and continued to work non-stop. When I came back from work, I knew When I was not feeling well, I turned the air conditioner so low and slept under the air vent.

Does this person think he has a long life?Still feel that my body is too good to justify it without tossing?

Gu Yan had a splitting headache, and leaned against the head of the bed with his eyes closed: "Auspicious people have their own aura..."

Auspicious people have their own celestial features?

Whether he is born sick or not, whether he will die or not, purely depends on God's will?See if God is willing to accept him?

Lu Yi was about to be laughed out of anger, and took several deep breaths before trying to stabilize his emotions.

Gu Yan coughed again, and after coughing for a while before calming down, his cheeks were stained a little red.

Lu Yi watched quietly, without saying anything.

When the time was up, Lu Yi took out the thermometer and checked that Gu Yan's temperature had reached 38 degrees.

"Take some medicine." Lu Yi handed him the medicine.

Gu Yan didn't know if it was a fever or something, so he opened his eyes and looked at the medicine, turned around and wanted to pull the quilt to continue sleeping: "No, I can heal myself."

Does Gu Yan think he has superpowers or something?

Why is the rebellious heart so serious when you get sick?Like a child, nothing has changed in all these years.

I just don't like to take medicine, and I don't listen to what I say.

Lu Yi felt quite tired: "You can't get better by yourself."

"No," Gu Yan turned his back to him, "I can."

He was coughing while talking.

Lu Yi: "..."

Lu Yi looked up at the ceiling, took a slow breath, and immediately put the medicine aside, then tore off the anti-fever sticker, and stuck it on Gu Yan's forehead.

Gu Yan closed his eyes, curled up his body, his consciousness was probably still very vague, and he didn't resist or cater to Lu Yi's movements.

Lu Yi sat by his bed and watched him. After half an hour, he took Gu Yan's temperature again.

This time the temperature dropped a little, Lu Yi was a little relieved, he got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water, soaked the towel in the basin, wrung it dry, and helped Gu Yan wipe his body.

Gu Yan fell into a drowsy sleep, unconscious.

After doing all this, Lu Yi was also a little sleepy, and slowly, slowly, lay down on the edge of the bed.

Maybe it was really tired, Lu Yi fell asleep.

The memory went back to a few years ago, there was a child who had a fever and was sick, the fever was worse than Gu Yan, his sister was not by his side, and it was Lu Yi who took care of him, and he didn't sleep a wink after taking care of him for several nights.

The child was weak and sick, had a constant fever and cough, and was lingering on the bed. Lu Yi was penniless at that time, and lived in their house. The child's sister was busy, so Lu Yi naturally took on the important task of taking care of him.

After taking care of him, he got into the habit of taking care of him. After the child got sick, he was particularly picky. Lu Yi was forced by him to develop a good cooking skill, and he also cultivated his temperament of caring and caring.

In a daze, Lu Yi heard a voice asking him, "Why are you here?"

Lu Yi reluctantly opened his eyes to find the source of the sound, rubbed his eyes, but still hadn't woken up from the dream, subconsciously thought that he was still taking care of the child, and blurted out: "Ah Xiao, have you taken your medicine?"

Gu Yan sat up straight and looked at Lu Yi expressionlessly.

Then he looked at the water glasses and medicines on the table.

It turns out that Lu Yi took care of him...as someone else?

"Go to bed first..." Lu Yi's voice was so low that it was almost a whisper, and his eyes slowly closed again, "I'll come up later..."

Still sleeping together?

What is the relationship between A Xiao and Lu Yi?

Gu Yan frowned.

After a while, he drank the medicine with the water beside the bed.

After taking the medicine, he looked at Lu Yi lying on the edge of the bed, seeing Lu Yi who was about to fall, and grabbed his arm quickly.

After a while, Gu Yan got out of bed, put one hand under Lu Yi's knee and the other on his back, and picked him up.

Lu Yi's body is thin and weightless, and he doesn't feel much in his hands.

Gu Yan hugged him, and was about to walk out of the room and carry him back to Lu Yi's own room, but at this moment, Lu Yi, who was sleeping in a mess, turned his head and unconsciously rubbed against Gu Yan. Yan's shoulders, hot breath sprayed on Gu Yan's neck, and his voice was very soft: "Brother Yan."

Gu Yan's footsteps stopped.

Lu Yi's voice seemed to come from the deepest level of consciousness, with trance and exhaustion, listen carefully, and even a little grievance can be heard.

——He said in this voice: "...I miss you so much."

The hand resting on the edge of Gu Yan's clothes fell unconsciously.

Gu Yan didn't speak, and even maintained such a fixed posture for a long time.

But the person on his shoulder was breathing evenly and long, probably really tired and sleeping soundly.

Those five short words are like a small stone thrown into a deep sea, causing ripples, ripples, and ripples.

Those waves flowing under the dark tide are almost boiling and spreading in this sentence, like a giant beast breaking through the gate.

——It seems that no matter when, Lu Yi can always have the ability to defeat him with a single sentence.

Whether it was six years ago or six years later.

But the case, without exception.

The author has something to say: Everyone is in your arms, kiss him if you can

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