Chapter 12 Don't move around or I'll kiss you.

The rain continued for several days, and the weather remained gloomy and overcast.

Both Li Baidong and Xing Lan have been forced to stay home these past few days.

Although Li Baidong was taking online classes, his eyes were not idle. Every few minutes, his mind would wander to see what Xing Lan was doing on the other side.

Every time she looked at him, Xing Lan was wearing Bluetooth headphones and looking at his computer, her expression very serious and focused, so much so that she didn't notice his frequent, intense gaze.

Sometimes, Li Baidong suspected that Xing Lan was actually a deity in his past life, like Li Jing, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King in mythology. That latest silver laptop was his new pagoda in this technological age, which he carried with him at all times and never let go of.

It's been raining heavily lately, so the little prince can't go out to play. He's feeling down and can only lie by his owner's feet, forlornly licking his ankles until they're all wet.

After catching a glimpse, Li Baidong silently went over, picked up the big fat dog, and tapped its black nose, scolding it, "Daddy is working, don't disturb him."

Upon hearing this, Xing Lan raised her head expressionlessly and glanced at him sideways.

He corrected, "I'm not its father."

"Then you are..." Li Baidong thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "its brother?"

Li Baidong calls Xing Lan "brother" every day. If you think about it this way, it turns out he and the dog are of the same generation.

Xing Lan then looked down at the computer and casually defined it in a moderate voice: "My roommate."

"..."

Okay, now the two people and the dog in the house are all of the same generation.

However, strictly speaking, based on the move-in date, Little Prince is still considered Li Baidong's senior who recently moved in.

After finishing his online class, Li Baidong played fetch with his esteemed Samoyed senior for a while. He rubbed its fluffy white head and said with a smile, "Brother, our little prince has such a thick coat of fur, it's almost like a competition coat."

"A Samoyed of this quality must have been expensive. Bro, which pet store did you buy it from?"

"I don't know, someone gave it to me," Xing Lan said calmly.

"...A gift?" Li Baidong raised his eyes with some curiosity.

Who would be so kind as to give away a dog to someone else so casually? The relationship must be quite special.

But since moving in, Li Baidong hadn't seen Xing Lan getting along well with anyone. He was very cold-hearted and didn't even have many friends he chatted with occasionally, let alone anyone close enough to give him a dog.

"Who sent it?" He suppressed a thousand guesses in his heart, and asked tentatively while pretending to casually tease the dog.

He was too late. Xing Lan had already put her headphones back on and was focused on her work, so she didn't hear or answer his question.

Li Baidong lowered his eyes, no longer in the mood to tease or play with the cats and dogs.

He stood up dejectedly and dragged himself back to his bedroom.

Xing Lan glanced at him from behind and suddenly called out to him, "Wait a minute."

Li Baidong stopped and turned around, a hint of doubt in his expression.

“I think I heard you cough last night.” Xing Lan stood up from the table, took out a box of medicine from the cabinet behind her, and tossed it to him. “This medicine is very effective. You can dissolve it and take it later. It seems to be three times a day. Check the instructions yourself.”

Li Baidong held the medicine box in his hand, gently stroking it with his fingertips. He lowered his head and smiled almost imperceptibly, then looked up at Xing Lan, who had returned to the table and was working diligently.

Actually, he didn't have a cold; it's just that his throat is naturally more sensitive to cold air, and he feels like coughing when a cool breeze blows.

However, since Xing Lan cared about him so much, Li Baidong still pretended to be a weak Daiyu that day, and took the initiative to make himself some medicine. In front of Xing Lan, he pinched his nose and forced himself to drink the slightly bitter medicine.

Strangely enough, he could taste a hint of sweetness in medicine that was normally bitter, as if he were savoring some kind of nectar.

However, neither of them expected that the person who was urged to take medicine during the day was Li Baidong, but that it was Xing Lan who actually fell ill that night.

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Xing Lan's illness came without warning. She was fine before going to bed, with a normal complexion and even a rosy glow. But in the middle of the night, she suddenly developed a high fever.

He never expected to fall ill suddenly. In the early hours of the morning, he suddenly felt a dry and sore throat. He tried to sit up to get some water, but found that he had no strength at all. His arms felt as heavy as lead and he couldn't lift them.

He coughed and looked down, his vision blurred. He struggled to get out of bed, but soon fell back down, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

Li Baidong, who was behind him, was awakened by his movements and asked half-asleep, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Xing Lan didn't answer for a long time, and Li Baidong felt something was wrong. His drowsiness immediately disappeared, and he quickly threw off the covers, sat up, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Turning around, I saw that Xing Lan's face was extremely red, and her usually clear and bright eyes were now misty and watery, and something seemed very wrong.

He reached out to touch Xing Lan's forehead, and sure enough, it was burning hot.

There's no need to take his temperature; Li Baidong can tell just by touching him. He pulled his hand back, frowned, and said with a worried look, "Brother, you have a fever, it's really hot."

"Um……"

Xing Lan was delirious with fever, but with the last shred of her sanity, she forced herself to speak to Li Baidong, "It's nothing, I might have just caught a chill. Could you make me some medicine? I'll drink it and be fine."

After hearing his words, Li Baidong hurriedly got up and left.

Xing Lan thought he had obediently gone out to soak his medicine, so she sat on the bed and waited for a while. But when she looked up by chance, she saw that he hadn't left the room at all.

He quickly changed into a new set of clothes, then rummaged around and stuffed some things into his pockets.

"What are you doing?" Xing Lan looked at his strange behavior, coughed, and couldn't help but ask.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Li Baidong spoke casually, then rummaged through the depths of the wardrobe and pulled out a thick coat. He turned back to the bedside, grabbed Xing Lan's shoulder, and tried to put it on him.

"……don't want."

Xing Lan frowned, wanting to resist, but he was not as strong as Li Baidong to begin with, and after falling ill, he became even weaker, like a rag doll, allowing himself to be dressed up by others.

Compared to Xing Lan, who was in a daze, Li Baidong was surprisingly clear-headed late at night.

His goal was clear, and he moved swiftly. After forcibly putting his thick coat on Xing Lan, who was still feverish, he bent down, put one arm under Xing Lan's knees, and put the other arm around Xing Lan's waist. He decisively and easily picked Xing Lan up and carried him towards the door.

Xing Lan coughed as she kept pushing him with her hands.

"Cough...no."

"I told you, just take the medicine, put me down."

He wondered if he was speaking too softly because he was sick, and Li Baidong in front of him seemed not to hear him at all, stubbornly walking towards the door, no matter how he tried to persuade him.

He really couldn't understand what Li Baidong was thinking. It was already past midnight, and it was raining heavily outside. It was even possible to get a taxi.

The apartment is not far from the nearest hospital, but it is still some distance away; it would take at least twenty minutes to walk there.

Due to the typhoon, it was raining heavily outside, and it was really unsafe to walk around with an umbrella for so long.

If a bolt of lightning were to strike him halfway down the road and kill Li Baidong, this reckless young man in the prime of his life, his parents would be burying their golden-haired son, and Xing Lan would become a sinner for all time.

"It's okay, brother."

Xing Lan was so angry he wanted to roll his eyes, but Li Baidong still smiled innocently at him, opening the door while gently coaxing him, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital, you'll be fine soon."

"I'm not going to the hospital." Xing Lan glared at him, emphasizing each word clearly, "I, I, will, not, go, to, the, hospital."

"Li Baidong, put me down."

"Put me down."

"Let me go..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a dark shadow approach him.

Upon closer inspection, it was Li Baidong's handsome face with a smile, his long, dark eyelashes almost brushing against his face.

He lowered his head, stopping just millimeters from the tip of his nose, his tone light but his expression serious: "Brother, don't move, or I'll kiss you."

Xing Lan was stunned, staring at him with a fixed gaze, filled with disbelief.

In the past, he would have frowned and told Li Baidong not to talk nonsense, but now, with a high fever, he couldn't think clearly as usual. He just stared blankly at Li Baidong and blinked slowly.

Finally, seemingly intimidated by his powerful aura, she lowered her head and remained silent. Her soft black hair fell down, casually draped over her face, making her appear delicate and obedient, like a lamb held in the arms of a farmer.

Looking at his flushed cheeks and soft lips, Li Baidong resisted the urge to kiss him, hugged him, and without hesitation, opened the umbrella and walked into the rain.

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Although the outside temperature wasn't too low, the wind and rain were strong, and the chill was penetrating to the bone.

Xing Lan had no idea how Li Baidong managed to carry her to the hospital alone, holding an umbrella over her.

He was delirious with fever, only feeling that he was in a warm embrace, his forehead pressed against something he didn't know, like the back of a genuine leather sofa, soft and firm, very comfortable.

It was only later that I realized those were Li Baidong's firm pectoral muscles, and I could vaguely feel the vigorous beating of his young heart inside, very solid and powerful, like a wild beast that no one knew about was being kept in captivity.

Li Baidong helped Xing Lan register for emergency treatment. After Xing Lan was diagnosed with a high fever caused by sudden pneumonia, Li Baidong stayed by his side in the infusion area, busy all night long, his eyes barely closing.

The hospital was quiet at night with few people.

Looking around, all I could see were mothers and children, fathers and children, and parents and children.

Li Baidong and Xing Lan, two young men in their early twenties, stood out awkwardly among a group of families of three taking their children to the doctor in the middle of the night.

A mother next to me brought a thin blanket from home and covered her feverish child's legs with it.

When Li Baidong saw this, he took off his coat and covered Xing Lan's thighs with it.

Although the surroundings smelled strongly of disinfectant, Xing Lan was enveloped by the odor emanating from Li Baidong's body and clothes.

I don't know what brand of perfume Li Baidong usually uses. The first scent is a fresh and unique mint fragrance, and the base notes remind me of the golden sea under the afternoon sun. It's refreshing, warm, and makes people feel relaxed and happy.

The metal chairs in the hospital weren't very comfortable. Xing Lan shifted slightly, as if she found the backrest too hard and uncomfortable.

Li Baidong was looking at his phone when he saw the man's uncomfortable movements. He instinctively reached out and put his long arm behind the man's back, acting as a human-shaped cushion.

Seeing that Xing Lan was dizzy and lightheaded, he reached out and pulled him closer so that he could comfortably rest his head on his shoulder.

An auntie who was cleaning nearby saw this and couldn't help but exclaim, "Young man, you are so good to your brother."

"You two are both good-looking, just like TV stars."

"Thank you, sis." Li Baidong smiled gently, and as Xing Lan beside him gradually fell asleep, he raised an eyebrow and winked at her mysteriously, "But this isn't my brother."

"Then what is this—"

"My boyfriend." Li Baidong smiled sweetly, his eyes crinkling.

A note from the author:

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It's November! May happiness fill the palms of my two babies! [pink heart][pink heart]