Chapter 111: Shell Breaking
"like."
"Jiang Yanyu, you are already in my world."
"I like it." "I like it."...
After returning home yesterday and exporting Luo Qinglin's two answers and removing the wind sound and background noise, Jiang Yanyu locked the door, connected the speakers, and fell asleep to the sound of Luo Qinglin's voice.
After getting up the next day, Jiang Yanyu put on his headphones again, went to the gym, and did crunches while listening to the sound.
Ice water cannot cool down desire, but anaerobic exercise can.
It was already nine o'clock in the morning when Jiang Yanyu finished working out and taking a shower.
Normally at this time, Luo Qinglin should have gotten up, washed, and gone to Yanyu Studio for filming. However, up to now, there was still no movement in Luo Qinglin's room.
"BB, it's time to get up." Jiang Yanyu said while knocking on the door.
There was no echo from inside the door. Jiang Yanyu joked again, "Luo Qinglin, are you doing something bad secretly?", but there was still no response.
Jiang Yanyu noticed something was wrong, opened the door and walked in.
The quilt on the bed arched upwards, with slight undulations. Jiang Yanyu walked to the bedside and found that Luo Qinglin was completely wrapped in the quilt, without any sound.
Jiang Yanyu pulled back the quilt and threw it aside.
Luo Qinglin curled up into a ball, his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, his whole body red from cheeks to neck, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Jiang Yanyu leaned down and rested his forehead against Luo Qinglin's. The temperature on his forehead was scorching hot, and warm breath came out from his lips, gushing with heat.
Have a fever?
Jiang Yanyu gently patted Luo Qinglin's face and asked in a soft voice: "Luo Qinglin, can you hear me?"
Feeling someone patting him on the face, Luo Qinglin snorted in dissatisfaction, began to mutter nonsense, turned to the other side, and avoided Jiang Yanyu's hand.
Ding ding ding!
The cell phone on the bedside table rang with an alarm, the decibel level much louder than Jiang Yanyu's voice, but Luo Qinglin still did not react. He just rummaged around on the bed, closed his eyes and looked for the quilt, trying to hide in it to block out the noise.
Fool.
Jiang Yanyu sighed, turned off the alarm, pulled the quilt over Luo Qinglin, and went to the utility room to get the medicine box and notify the doctor to come home.
When he returned to the room, Luo Qinglin actually opened his eyes, lay on the bed, and stared blankly out the door.
"Are you awake? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Does your throat hurt?" Jiang Yanyu put the medicine box on the bedside table and took out the thermometer.
Luo Qinglin didn't say anything, but just stared at Jiang Yanyu. His eyes were like sticky and glutinous rice cakes, feeling aggrieved and as if he was about to cry.
"Are you confused due to fever?" Jiang Yanyu took the temperature of Luo Qinglin's forehead and found that his temperature had reached 39.8℃, almost breaking 40℃.
The temperature was too high, so Jiang Yanyu quickly sent a message to the doctor, explaining the situation and asking him to come as soon as possible.
"When did you start feeling unwell? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Jiang Yanyu frowned, his tone unpleasant, filled with anxiety and blame.
When Luo Qinglin heard this, he thought Jiang Yanyu was blaming him. He curled his lips and turned sideways angrily, leaving only the back of his head facing Jiang Yanyu.
Are fever and drunkenness the same condition?
Jiang Yanyu was stunned for a moment, then he quietly sat on the bed, turned Luo Qinglin over, made a "2" gesture with one hand, and asked, "Luo Qinglin, what is this?"
Luo Qinglin seemed to still be angry. He glared at Jiang Yanyu and replied angrily, "That's it!"
Jiang Yanyu sighed, tore open the fever-reducing patch, carefully placed it on Luo Qinglin's forehead, lowered his head, and asked softly, "Be good, tell me, where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"It hurts everywhere," Luo Qinglin said hoarsely, "My throat hurts too. Should I go to the hospital?"
"It's okay," Jiang Yanyu stretched out his hand, held the person in his arms and said, "The doctor will be here soon, and the pain will go away after the fever-reducing injection."
Luo Qinglin nodded obediently, buried his head in Jiang Yanyu's chest, closed his eyes and waited quietly, as if this could suppress the pain.
Sniffing the strong mint scent, the pain in his body was strangely relieved. Luo Qinglin asked in a low voice: "Why do you always smell like mint?"
The hand that was stroking Luo Qinglin's neck paused for a moment. Jiang Yanyu did not answer, but asked, "Do you like this taste?"
"I like it. It smells good."
"That's good."
The two of them hugged each other like this until Jiang Yanyu's phone vibrated. The screen showed that it was a call from the doctor, and at the same time the doorbell downstairs rang.
"Let go first, the doctor is here and I have to open the door for him." Jiang Yanyu said, patting Luo Qinglin on the back.
Hearing this, Luo Qinglin let go of his hand obediently. He did not use his illness as an excuse to throw a tantrum. He just looked very aggrieved, with a curled corner of his mouth, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
After letting go of Jiang Yanyu, Luo Qinglin turned around again, hugged himself with his arms, and curled up into a ball, looking pitiful and helpless.
Luo Qinglin didn't say a word and didn't make a fuss, but Jiang Yanyu just felt that it was a heinous crime for him to "abandon" Luo Qinglin in the room and go to open the door alone.
"I won't open the door," Jiang Yanyu quickly hugged Luo Qinglin and said, "I'll send the password to the doctor and let him open the door himself, okay?"
Luo Qinglin didn't say anything either, just nodded, and buried his head in Jiang Yanyu's chest again, like a bird returning to its nest.
Lu Zhaoying walked in and went upstairs following Jiang Yanyu's instructions.
Looking at the two figures hugging each other on the bed, Lu Zhaoying stood outside the door and asked cautiously: "Mr. Jiang, can I come in now?"
"Come in." Jiang Yanyu instructed.
Lu Zhaoying walked into the room with his head down, asked about Luo Qinglin's recent food, clothing, housing and transportation, put on a stethoscope to check his physical condition, and found nothing abnormal.
"Mr. Luo probably didn't wear enough clothes yesterday and caught a cold outside in the middle of the night. He didn't get enough rest after returning, so his tonsils became inflamed and he had a high fever."
Lu Zhaoying took out a syringe and medicine from the medical bag he carried with him, injected an injection of Antongding into Luo Qinglin's upper arm, and asked, "Mr. Jiang, do you think I should wait for Mr. Luo's fever to subside at your home, or wait outside?"
"Go wait downstairs. When there is nothing unusual, I will notify you on the phone to come back." Jiang Yanyu replied.
"OK."
Lu Zhaoying put away the medical bag, prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs, gave a few instructions about possible conditions after the injection, and then sat on the sofa downstairs waiting.
During the whole process, the two of them were like a tree and a koala. Luo Qinglin kept hiding in Jiang Yanyu's arms, and they did not separate even when he was getting an injection.
When Jiang Yanyu saw the needle piercing the skin, Luo Qinglin clearly did not react at all, not even blinking. However, Jiang Yanyu still insisted on covering Luo Qinglin's eyes and whispered in his ear to comfort him, "Don't be afraid", which left Lu Zhaoying speechless.
After sitting on the sofa, Lu Zhaoying immediately took out his mobile phone and checked Chen Qixing's WeChat.
[Lu Zhaoying: Are they really a contract couple? I don’t think so! 】
[Chen Qixin: Brother Jiang has one-sided love.] 】
[Lu Zhaoying: Mr. Jiang has unrequited love?] That shouldn't be the case. I see they are so close that they can't be separated even during the injection. 】
[Chen Qixin: Maybe it turned into a mutual love.] 】
[Lu Zhaoying: Marriage first, love later? [rubbing hands.jpg]】
[Chen Qixin: It hasn’t happened yet and I’m not married yet. But it will be soon, Brother Jiang is already decorating the wedding venue. 】
Lu Zhaoying raised his eyebrows, turned off the screen of his phone, slumped on the sofa, and thought enviously, it’s so nice to be in a relationship!
Upstairs, less than an hour after taking the fever-reducing injection, Luo Qinglin's temperature finally began to drop.
With sweat sticking to his clothes, Luo Qinglin gradually woke up. He felt hot and uncomfortable, and began to struggle slightly.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yanyu asked after loosening the shackles.
"I need to change my clothes," Luo Qinglin said in a weak voice, "My clothes are wet and I feel very uncomfortable."
Jiang Yanyu stood up and was about to get clothes from the closet, but Luo Qinglin did not let go and held his arm tightly.
Jiang Yanyu thought Luo Qinglin didn't want to stay in bed alone, so she asked, "Do you want me to hold you and get your clothes?"
Luo Qinglin shook his head, staring at the T-shirt on Jiang Yanyu, without saying a word.
Following his gaze, Jiang Yanyu lowered her head and asked hesitantly, "You... want to wear my clothes?"
Luo Qinglin didn't say anything. His eyes were like the eyes of a deer caught by a hunter, delicate and tearful, which made Jiang Yanyu feel inexplicably itchy.
"Okay, okay, okay." Jiang Yanyu had no choice but to take off his clothes and change them for Luo Qinglin. "As long as you don't cry, I'll do anything you want."
After changing his clothes, Luo Qinglin became quiet again. He leaned his head on Jiang Yanyu's shoulder, breathing hard and quietly.
"Luo Qinglin, are you conscious now? Don't wait until the fever goes away and you forget everything." Jiang Yanyu asked in a low voice.
Luo Qinglin was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I'm sober, I know what I'm doing."
Jiang Yanyu didn't believe it, and pointed to "2" again, and asked, "What is this?"
Luo Qinglin seemed puzzled, not understanding why he asked such a simple question, and replied with a frown: "2."
"Really awake..." Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows in surprise and laughed, "This fever-reducing injection is really effective."
"When was I not awake?" Luo Qinglin asked.
"Yes, yes, you have been awake the whole time."
Jiang Yanyu took the temperature again and found that it had dropped below 38 degrees Celsius, so he deliberately asked: "Your fever has gone down, do you still want me to hold you?"
Why can’t I hug you?
Luo Qinglin raised his head, looked at Jiang Yanyu in disbelief, and said suggestively: "I'm sick."
With Luo Qinglin holding her waist, Jiang Yanyu couldn't stand up and could only reach for the anti-inflammatory medicine and water on the bedside table.
"What's wrong with being sick?" Jiang Yanyu fed the pills and water into Luo Qinglin's mouth, chuckled and said, "You need medicine to get better when you're sick. Hugging can't cure the disease."
Not understanding why Jiang Yanyu suddenly changed his mind, Luo Qinglin didn't argue with him. He swallowed the pills at once and said arrogantly: "I want to hug you!"
Jiang Yanyu suppressed his laughter and continued to tease, "What is our relationship? Why do you need me to hold you and comfort you when you are sick?"
Luo Qinglin lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and did not answer.
"Ah..." Jiang Yanyu sighed deliberately, "I've never seen a friendship where someone needs to be hugged and comforted when they are sick."
"Luo Qinglin, tell me, what is our relationship in your eyes?" Jiang Yanyu's tone was frivolous, but the question he asked was serious.
Because of Jiang Yanyu's half-true and half-false questioning, Luo Qinglin still felt hot even though his fever had subsided.
"Hurry up and tell me. If you don't, I will let go and leave you here alone." Jiang Yanyu pretended to struggle.
"It's not a friendship..." Luo Qinglin finally spoke, muttering softly.
Unexpectedly, Luo Qinglin would actually respond. Jiang Yanyu stopped struggling, swallowed his saliva, and asked tentatively: "What is the relationship?"
Luo Qinglin closed his eyes tightly, held his breath, and said to the sound of his heart pounding in his ears: "A romantic relationship."
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: I didn’t expect that my wife would break the paper before I even used the rose ring trick I prepared (spreading hands)
Luo Qinglin: You forced me to do this 555!
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