Chapter 69

Zheng Yan also realized something was wrong in the middle of the night. He felt as if he was hugging a ball of fire in his dream, and the temperature in his arms was astonishingly hot. He opened his eyes and saw Jiang Shiyu leaning against his chest, his whole body flushed abnormally, his brows tightly knit together in his dream. He tossed and turned, looking for someone next to him, wanting to lean into his arms.

Zheng Yan also placed his hand on the forehead of the man in his arms. Without a thermometer, the burning sensation from his palm clearly revealed one fact: Jiang Shiyu had a fever. The warmth of his palm was slightly cool, and Jiang Shiyu subconsciously moved closer, gently rubbing his palm, letting out a distressed sigh.

Zheng Yan had never raised a cat, but his friend had one at home. The little kitten that had just been brought home was tremblingly stretching out its melon seeds to seduce people and acting coquettishly in a tiny voice.

Exactly the same as Jiang Shiyu now.

Fortunately, when he came, the aunt at home was afraid that he would not be able to adapt to the life here, so she brought him a set of various common medicines.

Zheng Yan also searched in the box for a while and finally found what he wanted. He sat down by the bed with a cup of water and medicine, and gently woke up the sleeping beauty in the bed: "Baby, you have a fever. Get up and take some medicine, okay?"

Jiang Shiyu finally opened his eyes. His head was dizzy, and his temples felt like they'd been pricked, tingling with a slight, tingling pain. People are most vulnerable when they're sick. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he looked at Zheng Yanye, who was lying beside him. His eyes grew moist, quickly gathering into a mist.

Tears are very strange things. People cry when they are happy, and they also shed tears when they are vulnerable. In front of certain people, those tears seem to be out of control and fall rapidly.

Zheng Yan panicked immediately. There was only a single bedside lamp on, emitting a faint, yellowish glow in the dead of night. Jiang Shiyu looked fragile and pitiful, his head drooping, the light in his eyes gone. He wrapped his arms around Jiang Shiyu and coaxed him softly, "Just take the medicine, and you'll be fine."

Jiang Shiyu didn't want to cry, but in this abnormal temperature, it was normal for his brain to short-circuit. The stage practice that had no progress and the inexplicable targeting took advantage of this moment and broke out at the same time. His face was pale and fiery red, like an apple that was forcibly dyed with color, but when it was wiped open, it was found to be lifeless.

Taking medicine is even more annoying. Those sticky and thick medicine juices, or pills wrapped in a thin layer, taste bitter when they stick to the tongue, and cause whimpering when they get stuck in the throat.

Jiang Shiyu took the cup from Zheng Yanye's hand with all his strength, ready to pinch his nose and drink it down with his head tilted back.

But unexpectedly, he did not smell the nauseating taste he had imagined, but instead the taste of blueberries.

Zheng Yan also considerately took the things in his hand and handed him another glass of water: "In case you find it bitter and don't want to take the medicine, there's a packet of children's ibuprofen mixed in the box. I saw it says blueberry flavor on it, so this shouldn't be bitter, right?"

Jiang Shiyu drank the water in his hand in small sips, and the water surface in the cup reflected his dim shadow.

How could something blueberry-flavored be bitter? He thought, he liked blueberry-flavored things the best.

Zheng Yan always has the ability to strike a fatal blow at a tiny moment.

Jiang Shiyu has indeed been unhappy recently. The fourth ranking release has made him feel like the sword of Damocles is hanging over his head, as he may drop in rank at any time. In addition, he has a stage that he is not familiar with and a team that may explode at any time. All these things are weighing on him, and the fever is just an outbreak.

But at times like this, there will still be people who remember what he likes and dislikes, and there will be people who will rummage through several boxes of luggage in the middle of the night to find the packet of medicine that doesn't taste bitter just because his eyes are slightly blue.

He likes the taste of blueberries, and he also likes Zheng Yanye who prepares blueberry-flavored things for him.

It was actually difficult to pinpoint what he preferred. Some things would only suddenly resurface in his mind after a long time. He suddenly remembered the blueberry yogurt that always appeared at his fingertips during every meal. Zheng Yan also silently memorized his preference for many days.

"Not bitter." Jiang Shiyu shook his head and put the cup of water on the bedside table next to him. His pajamas were pushed aside as he moved, revealing a delicate collarbone.

What a beautiful scene of spring, but unfortunately he had no romantic thoughts at all. Zheng Yan grabbed the quilt without looking away and rolled it up tightly around Jiang Shiyu, leaving only a pair of big eyes smiling at him.

Zheng Yanye: "Sleep well and don't kick off the quilt."

Jiang Shiyu struggled to get out of his confinement, his hair sticking to his forehead, and whispered, "Won't you come sleep with me?"

It's exactly the same as the kitten that keeps rubbing against people.

Zheng Yan had originally planned to move to the other bed, one that hadn't been used in a long time since they'd been together. He wasn't worried about Jiang Shiyu getting sick, but rather that he'd wake him up if he got up in the middle of the night to check on him. Besides, Jiang Shiyu wasn't a very well-behaved sleeper; whenever Zheng Yan was around, he'd automatically cling to him, completely discarding the blanket and everything else.

Under normal circumstances, it would be a happy pleasure to have his wife cling to him like Medusa at night, but in this situation, it might even aggravate Jiang Shiyu's illness.

Zheng Yan also opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he met Jiang Shiyu's watery eyes and couldn't say anything to refuse.

How could anyone resist a kitten? A coquettish, soft kitten, with its belly turned out for you—who could really resist such a temptation?

He coughed lightly and picked up the cup on the cabinet in a panic: "I'll pour you another glass of water and come back."

"Just get some sleep first, baby."

"Have a sweet dream."

Zheng Yanye's goodnight kiss seemed to have only half the effect, and only mentioned the dream scene correctly.

Perhaps because he was sick, Jiang Shiyu began to have many random dreams in the second half of the night. He did not sleep well. The stage in his dream was as dazzling as the real one. There were huge crowds of people cheering in the audience, flowers and thunderous applause. All the trainees were standing on the stage, waiting for the final moment. The host shouted excitedly, some people burst into tears, some were shocked, some were numb and disheartened, some were heartbroken and felt that they were being framed, and some took advantage of the prime minister's speech to get the last wave of popularity and heat... The scene was simply a riot of demons, each showing off their magical powers.

In his dream, the extended stage leading to the group's spots seemed endless. Jiang Shiyu saw himself standing to one side, head bowed, and Zheng Yan wasn't beside him. Before he could locate his boyfriend, he heard an uproar from the audience. He looked up, but it wasn't his name being called. Farther away, the debut group was a star-studded scene, and Zheng Yan, on the other side, couldn't make out his expression.

Jiang Shiyu twitched his lips, wanting to pat Zheng Yanye on the shoulder and tell him that if he couldn't debut, the production team would have to go to jail. He'd just bumped into Zheng Yanye when he suddenly looked up and locked eyes with him. Before he could say anything, a golden rain danced down from the sky, instantly transforming into fireworks exploding behind them. He heard Zheng Yanye say "I like you" again, and before he could smile and kiss his boyfriend, he was back to their first meeting at the airport and in the office. He'd stepped on someone and hurriedly fled, not noticing a gaze fixed on him from behind.

He himself hadn't expected that he and Zheng Yan were so destined to be together. Then why hadn't they debuted together? They say that God loves those who love him, so they didn't want to be separated by a BE limited edition.

But in the dream, would they actually separate?

Jiang Shiyu frowned in his sleep. He desperately wanted to get some proof to distinguish between dreams and reality, such as the body temperature of someone he could touch.

Zheng Yan also spent this night in a state of chaos. Jiang Shiyu kept getting closer to him. The man in his arms never knew how to write the word "honest". He wanted to hug him all over.

He felt the warmth and softness in his arms, and thought that he was really a piece of shit for being so energetic when Jiang Shiyu was sick.

But the next second, a pair of hands grasped his waist softly. Jiang Shiyu was really too much. Touching his abdominal muscles was not enough, and his hands continued to explore other places.

With an expressionless face, he pressed down the man's restless fingers and locked his legs as well.

If Jiang Shiyu were awake now, he would definitely see the gnashing of teeth in Zheng Yanye's eyes. If he wasn't sick, he could stay awake tonight and pay some other price for his actions.

But Jiang Shiyu was unaware of anything. He was still very fragile, his face pitifully red, his lips cracked from lack of water. Even when he lay in Zheng Yanye's arms, he curled up into a ball, which psychologically speaking was a sign of insecurity.

Zheng Yan could only sigh in his heart, got out of bed very quietly, and came back with a cooling patch and a can of lip balm.

He carefully tore off the cooling patch, as cautiously as a devout believer sculpting a golden statue of the Jade Guanyin, slowly leaving a cool patch on Jiang Shiyu's forehead, then used his fingertips to pick up some lip mask, and even more gently left some sparkling sparkles on those two jelly-like lips.

Although it was very immoral, Zheng Yan thought while spitting on himself, but Jiang Shiyu's lips looked really kissable, and this man still owed him a promise.

At that time, I had set my sights on these two soft territories.

He touched Jiang Shiyu's forehead lovingly: "Poor little baby, get well soon."

Zheng Yan also raised his hand to turn off the desk lamp, and the room fell into darkness again. He hugged Jiang Shiyu again and closed his eyes.

He hoped that tomorrow morning, he could get back from Jiang Shiyu the kiss that was meant for tonight.

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Babies, you've been waiting for a long time! Finally back＞_＜