Reborn as a handsome young master

Cheng Yanxiao's high fever reached 39 degrees Celsius, and he fell into a coma. The persistent high fever caused a lung infection.Every breath he took brought his lungs to emit the final 'groan' of the worn-out air duct that was as dull as it would be scrapped at any time.The dampness and stasis in the lungs reverberate in the air through every breath, making people uncontrollably want to clear the noise and soothe.

"You bastards!" The clear male voice was full of anger at this moment, "Go to the doctor again!"

The subordinate looked sideways at Cheng Yanxiao, who was pale and struggling to breathe, and said softly, "Aren't you going to the hospital?"

"Send it to the hospital so that Huo Lang can know?!"

His subordinates glanced at Cheng Yanxiao's unconscious state, and tried to remind him, "But his current situation..."

"Do you have a share here?" Howe pointed at the door angrily, and growled, "Go!"

The subordinates took a sympathetic look at the person on the bed, and quickly exited the room after responding.

The room became quiet again, except for Cheng Yanxiao's short chest warming sounds from time to time.

"Hey, don't be afraid. The doctor will be here soon." Huo Weichao caressed Cheng Yanxiao's forehead lightly, and comforted him hollowly, "You will be fine soon."

——Huo Lang can directly rescue me at this time.Cheng Yanxiao complained in his mind.

The long period of lethargy and dripping water caused his physical condition to plummet.This Second Young Master Huo really has no experience in taking care of others. The corners of Cheng Yanxiao's lips are already a little chapped, and his back is already covered with sweat.The wound, which was still in the healing period, was soaked in sweat so that the edges turned white, and it was slightly painful and itchy.

Reinfection after extensive trauma is no joke, if he continues to lie down like this, he will really die.

Cheng Yanxiao's strong desire to survive controlled himself to pull Huo Er Shao.But his weakness greatly reduced his control over his body. He tried several times before hooking Huo Weichao's wrist.

"Xiaojun, you're awake!" Huo Weichao looked at Cheng Yanxiao who was holding his wrist in surprise, and turned back his hand and asked in concern, "How do you feel?"

Cheng Yanxiao half sat up while supporting his dull body.

His body and consciousness are seriously out of touch. A simple command often takes about three seconds before the body responds.After he slowly changed to lie down on the seat, his back was already wet.

"I think," as soon as Cheng Yanxiao spoke, he was startled by his hoarse voice.He made a soft noise, and continued, "I want to take a bath."

"Your body is very bad now, can you wash it after you are done?" Huo Weichao comforted Cheng Yanxiao and put Cheng Yanxiao back on the bed after finally sitting up.

Cheng Yan Xiaoben's face was even more reddened by the fever, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.But in the current state, there is even a delay in swearing, so he can only hold his breath and stare at Huo Weichao.

The eyes in the high fever are moist, and they don't look like they are staring at people, but they have a kind of coquettish feeling caused by being too weak.

"Xiaojun." Huo Weichao was bewildered by the illusion in front of him, he looked at Cheng Yanxiao quietly, gently stroked his face with his fingers, and said obsessively, "Xiaojun, you are so pretty."

Cheng Yanxiao's back stood up with countless hairs.

The radar in his mind made him realize that the person in front of him seemed to have other thoughts about Cheng Jun.

He flinched away from the hand in front of him.

But in Huo Weichao's eyes, it became an invitation in disguise.

His breathing became heavier, and the hand caressing his face followed Cheng Yanxiao's back and moved down to his slender neck.

His hand caressed the top button of Huo Lang's tie for Cheng Yanxiao's biological.

'Da', there was a slight friction sound between the fabric and the buttons.

The buttons of the clothes were undone one by one under his fingertips, and Cheng Yanxiao's coat was easily torn off by him and thrown under the bed.

Cheng Yanxiao only felt a chill in his upper body, and Huo Weichao's hand moved down Cheng Yanxiao's flexible waist line, pulling the hem of the sweater and peeling it off roughly from bottom to top.

Cheng Yanxiao clenched his teeth, his body shivered uncontrollably because of the uncontrollable stripping of the clothes.

"Are you cold?" Huo Weichao's breath was heavy, and the space between his legs was full.

He took Cheng Yanxiao's hand and touched it, "I'm very hot, you touch me. If you touch me, I'll get hot."

Cheng Yanxiao's hand was forced to the swollen place, Huo Weichao let out a satisfied gasp, his eyes were burning with burning desire, "Hey, I'll make you hot soon."