Congenital deficiency

No matter how entangled Howard was, Hongzhuo just pretended not to see his hesitant expression on his face, and looked at him with the eyes of "you are such a beast". In the old castle, accompany someone to read until [-] o'clock in the evening, then wash and sleep.

Hong Lingyu was lying on the bed, any one of the lights in the room could illuminate half the room, the light was too presumptuous, he couldn't fall asleep under such lights at all.

He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time but couldn't fall asleep, so he turned over and sat up, and read the ancient German book that Howard gave him that Hongzhuo had just waved his hand that he saw in Castle Howard today.

But before he had time to read a line carefully, there was a knock on the door outside: "Lingyu? Can't sleep?"

Not knowing how the other party found out, Hong Lingyu put down the book, looked in the direction of the door, and hummed.

Hongzhuo pushed the door and walked in, still wearing pajamas and a thick coat, walked through the cold corridor to his room, holding a very European medieval style candlestick with five burning candles on it. Candle.

Hong Zhuo quickly closed the door, washed away the cold air behind him, walked to the side table, moved the things on it, made a clean and flat table, and put the candlestick on it.

"I forgot to ask them to buy a few small desk lamps, you can make do with it first." Hong Zhuo said, walked to the bedside and sat down, and tucked him in the quilt: "Reading in such a dim light hurts your eyes, go to sleep, I I'll stay here with you, I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Hong Lingyu breathed a little lighter, lowered her head and silently put away the book, placed it on the other side of the bed, and as expected pulled up the cup and lay down, buried most of her face in the soft duck down pillow, curled her fingers slightly At the mouth, just covering the breath, closed the eyes.

The sound of walking in the carpeted room was minimized, Hongzhuo reached out and pressed the switch, turning off the light that lit up half the room.

In an instant, the room was filled with darkness.

As Hong Lingyu closed his eyes, Hong Zhuo also breathed lightly, bent down slowly, put his elbows on the side of the bed, supported his chin, and traced the gentle facial features of the person on the bed in the dim light, restrained and affectionate.

Hong Lingyu actually recognized the bed, but this night, he fell asleep very quickly.

It's just that he woke up suddenly once in the middle of the night, and he was woken up by a suppressed cough that didn't belong to him in the room.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and found that most of the candles had been burned, and there was still endless night outside. Through the faint candlelight, he saw Hongzhuo was still sitting on the edge of the bed with his chin propped up, his eyes closed, and his brows slightly closed. Frowning, he subconsciously suppressed his cough, and only let out a suffocating sound from the depths of his throat, which sounded a little hoarse and labored.

He moved, and the hand on his cheek stretched out the quilt.

The air outside the quilt is not as warm as it was before going to sleep, probably because the person in charge of burning the fireplace went to rest.

Hong Zhuo simply tied his coat around his waist, and there was only a thin pajamas inside.

Just stretching his hands out of the quilt, he felt a little cold, Hongzhuo like this...

There were flickering candles in Hong Lingyu's eyes, she sat up wrapped in a quilt, and Hong Zhuo, who was always vigilant, was not awakened by his movements.

"Cough..." As soon as the first cough came out, the master suppressed and swallowed the rest immediately, obviously not wanting to disturb someone who was supposed to be sleeping.

This kind of movement was done spontaneously in sleep, it seems to be instinctive.

Hong Lingyu frowned, stretched out her wrist to touch Hongzhuo's forehead.

His hand was warm under the quilt, but when it touched Hong Zhuo's forehead, it was scalded.

Hong Lingyu's fingertips paused, and her entire palm stuck to it.

This temperature must be a fever, and the temperature is not low.

frozen.

Hong Lingyu got up from the bed, stretched out her hand and shook her gently.

Hong Zhuo lost his balance with the hands supporting his head, his body swayed, and he just threw himself on the bed.Hong Lingyu couldn't dodge it, and was put into his arms by him, catching him in a hurry, and was also thrown backwards, trying to stabilize his balance.

After such a big movement, Hong Zhuo finally regained consciousness: "...Are you awake?" His voice was hoarse, he frowned, his reaction was rarely slow, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

But before he could figure it out, when he found himself pounced on Hong Lingyu, the doubts on his face suddenly dissipated, like a beast that had found its way home and suddenly let down its vigilance, rubbing against its normally tense spine. people in arms.

In such cold weather, it is actually a very comfortable thing to have hot skin rubbing against the side of the face.

Hong Zhuo rubbed against each other, and even lowered his head and began to lightly peck at the side of Hong Lingyu's ear, which caused a messy image of a lion sucking catnip to flash in Hong Lingyu's mind.He breathed hot behind his ears, he shook his fingertips, sighed, thinking of the reason why the other party had a fever in the middle of the night, he couldn't think of pushing the other party away forcibly, instead he patted Hong Zhuo: "You have a fever."

Hong Zhuo nodded vaguely, he didn't care too much, his arms were tight, and he didn't want to let go at all.

... I don't know how he behaved in the middle of the night.

"...You come under the quilt first." It's never a problem to hang a hot person outside, Hong Lingyu half-coaxed and half-persuaded him to move into the quilt.

Hongzhuo now understands that he has a fever, but the unexpected joy is Honglingyu's rare soft-heartedness and obedience, he just hugged the person tightly and did not let go, his iron-like arm was hot, hanging on Honglingyu's waist.

Hong Lingyu covered him with a quilt, took her mobile phone, flipped through the address book, found Zhou Tingyu's number, called it, the call was connected not long after, and there was a vague syllable , Hong Lingyu said to himself: "I can't hear you, listen to me. Patriarch Hong has a fever, you can find a cold anti-inflammatory medicine, and then ask someone to re-burn the fireplace." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Relying on his soft heart, the man with a high fever said in a hoarse voice, "Why do you call me Patriarch Hong?"

"..." Hong Lingyu put the phone aside, not knowing how to reply.

Hong Zhuo tightened his arms, demanding his attention forcefully: "Baby, why?" The usually cold facial features of the man with high fever were softened by the scorching temperature, and there was only him in his dark eyes.

Hong Lingyu pursed her lips, just glanced at him, and was throbbed by the concentration in her eyes for a moment, and looked away.After a few breaths, Hong Lingyu's voice was a little uncertain: "...Father?"

Hong Zhuo's face darkened instantly.

Probably after Hong Lingyu was six or seven years old, he had hardly heard this person call him that.Although he had never discussed this issue with him, he knew it well. The other party obviously understood his embarrassing position in the Hong family and did not regard him as his father.

To be honest, when the person in front of him was still Hong Lingyu himself, it would be more appropriate to say that he was a creditor in the heart of the other party.

Seeing his face sinking, Hong Lingyu subconsciously exerted force on the arm beside her, trying to squeeze out the invisible tension, and then her palm sank into the soft quilt.

Hong Zhuo leaned his head, which was somewhat dazed under the high fever, against his waist: "I'm not mad at you...I'm blaming myself. You don't have to call me that."

Hong Lingyu pursed her lips and said nothing.

The temperature of Hongzhuo's forehead was transmitted to the skin of Honglingyu's waist through the thin pajamas, and the vibration in his throat was also transmitted, making this side of his body slightly numb: "Don't call me Patriarch. Just call me by my name." .”

Looking at the sick man who wished to hang his whole body on him, Hong Lingyu finally nodded.

When the conversation between the two came to an end for a while, there was finally movement outside the door.

Zhou Tingyu came in with a temperature gun and some medicine, and took Hongzhuo's temperature first.

Hong Zhuo blocked Hong Lingyu with his whole body, the two were in the middle of the bed, Zhou Tingyu's arms were limited, and he couldn't easily bring the temperature gun to Hong Zhuo's ear to measure his temperature, and the patient obviously didn't want to cooperate with her .

Zhou Tingyu handed the temperature gun to Hong Lingyu in a good manner.

The person sitting on the bed as a pillow took it and brought the temperature gun to Hongzhuo's ear.

After a beep sound, the temperature is displayed on the small electronic screen: 39..2°C

A puzzled expression appeared on Hong Lingyu's face—how did Hong Zhuo, who is usually so iron-blooded and calm, suffer from a high fever without knowing it, and still stick to his room like a statue in the middle of the night?

Zhou Tingyu was obviously a little shocked and confused, and subconsciously asked, "Did the Patriarch kick the quilt?"

It's just that Hong Zhuo only cares about hugging people, and doesn't pay attention to anything else, while Hong Lingyu is immersed in her own thoughts, and doesn't pay attention to what she said.

Zhou Tingyu went to pour the water, and handed the medicine in her hand to Hong Lingyu—she could tell that with the mistress in her arms, the head of the house ignored everyone.

Sure enough, Hong Lingyu held the water glass in one hand and the medicine in the other, without reaching out, just said "sit up, take medicine", Hongzhuo was like a tame lion, commanding one action, one mouthful of medicine and one mouthful of water.

"Measure again tomorrow morning. If the fever persists, call the doctor." Hong Lingyu said.

Unlike Hongzhai, where doctors are always on call, this is the outskirts of the city, and they did not bring a family doctor with them. If they want to find someone, the doctor has to come from the city center.

Zhou Tingyu responded, took the empty cup and medicine, turned and left the room.

The candlelight flickered, and the door was gently closed.

Hong Lingyu propped her arms on the bed, and wanted to lie down, but the arms around her waist tightened instantly. The sick person was probably burnt out, and her strength was a little out of control, and even Hong Lingyu stopped breathing.

"Don't go." Hong Zhuo's hoarse voice turned around on the soft bed, showing weakness and softness that Hong Lingyu had never seen before.

He remembered the bandage on Hong Zhuo's hand that he had seen during the day, opened the cuff of his pajamas and took a look, and found that the bandage there was different from the one he saw during the day, it should have been changed.

He patted his arm so hard that the muscles bulged: "Let go, it hurts me."

Hearing the words, the arm at the waist really gave a lot, but the palm that was gently supporting his back moved away, and it was firmly clasped on his waist, with little strength, but it could not be refused.

Hong Lingyu laughed angrily, and pushed the hand: "How can I lie down when you are like this? Let go, I won't go."

Hong Zhuo raised his bloodshot eyes, looked at him, and saw that there was no serious and angry expression on his face, but a light glow in his eyes, so he let go of his hand.

Hong Lingyu pulled up the cup and lay down again. Before she could adjust the position of the pillow, a hot chest was pressed against her back, and her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, pressing his whole body deep into the chest.

The time to obediently let go was even less than ten seconds.

He can't run, so why worry?

"..." Hong Lingyu couldn't help him, twisted his arms and pushed the pillow, and closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: The review time in the past two days is very long. I caught a bug yesterday, and there is still one that has not been reviewed until today.