Chapter 161 Drug Sequelae
When Luo Qinglin was transferred out of the intensive care unit, his left hand was still receiving an IV drip.
Perhaps Luo Qinglin was the patient with the mildest symptoms in the ward, so in the past two days, no other patients left the ward, only Luo Qinglin was transferred out.
Luo Qinglin was still sleeping. As soon as he came out, Jiang Yanyu walked up to his bedside.
At first, Jiang Yanyu looked calm. He just held his slightly swollen right hand and followed him silently all the way to the general ward.
After the medical staff left the room and closed the door, Jiang Yanyu hurriedly pulled over a chair and sat beside the bed, leaning over beside him, leaning very close to him as if absorbing nectar, with her face touching his. However, she was afraid of accidentally waking him up, so she only dared to breathe softly.
After lying unconscious for two days, Canary's face had shrunk. The skin on her face should have been soft and elastic, but now it was sunken.
His palm gently stroked Luo Qinglin's face, and his fingertips gently caressed his closed eyes.
As if dissatisfied with the coldness of his fingertips, Luo Qinglin frowned and muttered some incomprehensible nonsense.
But after mumbling, Luo Qinglin not only did not dodge, but took the initiative to move closer, and unconsciously rubbed the cold palm, being very obedient.
As if he smelled a familiar mint scent at the tip of his nose, Luo Qinglin suddenly relaxed his brows, put his face in his palm at ease, and continued to sleep.
The real touch of Luo Qinglin relieved the depression and irritability that had been brewing for many days.
The sleepiness had been suppressed for two days and now came back with a vengeance. Jiang Yanyu slowly closed her eyes, sniffed the scent of Luo Qinglin, and fell into a bizarre dream.
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When he woke up again, the ceiling above his head had changed color. Luo Qinglin tried to turn his head and move his neck, but he only deviated less than five degrees.
"I......"
Luo Qinglin wanted to speak, so he opened his mouth and tried to make a sound. Although his voice was not loud, pitifully small, it was better than not being able to say a word.
The minty scent is mixed with the strong medicinal flavor.
"Brother...Brother." Luo Qinglin shouted in a hoarse voice, stretched out his hand to the left to check whether Jiang Yanyu was around.
The palm of his hand first felt something soft, then slowly moved upwards, and only when he touched the hair beside his face did Luo Qinglin feel relieved.
As consciousness becomes clearer, the five senses become sharper.
The sound of faint breathing floated by his ears, and the hair in his hand moved slightly with the frequency of his breathing. Luo Qinglin smiled slightly, gently stroked the hair, and his heart felt warm.
The peace and comfort only lasted for a moment. As soon as his mind became clear, Luo Qinglin would start to worry and think about all sorts of things.
Luo Qinglin didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but conservatively estimated it to be at least two days. The first thing he was worried about was whether Jiang Yanyu had had a good rest yesterday.
The second is when will his body recover. If it doesn’t, what should the “reverse supermodel” and his teammates do?
Thinking about this and that, in the end, Luo Qinglin inevitably thought of Shen Yin.
According to the vixen's vengeful character, she will definitely take revenge this time.
If he just sent Shen Yin to prison like Zhuang Yiqing did, Luo Qinglin would not be frightened. He was just afraid that Jiang Yanyu would be too angry and do something irreversible.
The axe embedded in his memory and the sight of Jiang Yanyu breaking into the house were too horrifying. Luo Qinglin had been dreaming these past few days of Jiang Yanyu going mad, hacking Shen Yin to death, and finally being handcuffed and taken away by a police officer.
How many years will this sentence be?...
I hope Shen Yin is still alive, otherwise if Jiang Yanyu goes to jail, he will have to be a widower for the rest of his life, staring at the vixen through the iron bars.
As he thought about it, Luo Qinglin couldn't help but sigh and looked worriedly at the LED lights above his head.
"What are you thinking about?"
The vixen's voice rang in his ears, and Luo Qinglin opened his eyes wide with surprise.
In his field of vision, Jiang Yanyu should have stood up, with his upper body hanging in the air, leaning over and looking at him with his head tilted.
"I, don't, want to!"
Luo Qinglin wanted to say that he was not having any delusions, but his mouth suddenly became disordered and out of control of his brain, and his words were incoherent.
His eyes changed from surprise to horror. Luo Qinglin became nervous and his speech system became even more disordered. He could utter a few words just now, but now he could only utter "I, I, I". He couldn't say anything else and kept repeating it over and over again.
Luo Qinglin was so anxious that blood rushed to his face and his cheeks turned red. Jiang Yanyu quickly took out the phone and handed it to him.
"Be good, it's okay." Jiang Yanyu leaned over and kissed Luo Qinglin's forehead. "The medicine in your body hasn't been metabolized yet. You'll be fine in a few days. Don't be nervous. If you want to say anything now, just type it and tell me."
Luo Qinglin nodded, turned on the screen and started typing.
——How long have I slept?
"Two days."
——What should we do with the program? Will there be a postponement? Or find someone else to replace me?
"I won't let anyone else replace you. The next episode will be a fashion show. In the sixth episode, you just need to show your face. The final ranking will be decided by the audience's vote. You should rest and recover, and don't think about other things."
Luo Qinglin was about to feel relieved, but suddenly he thought of the imperfect filming of the fourth episode and became nervous again.
Quickly opening the official website page to check the voting situation, Qin Xiaoxi and Chu Shiyi are still the champion and runner-up, while the other models of his team are mostly in the middle and back rows.
Luo Qinglin made a rough calculation and believed that Bai Shengyun's team could at least recover 11 points this time, and the score difference would only be 4 points.
Before I could vent the anger in my heart, my phone was taken away by Jiang Yanyu.
"I told you to have a good rest, but you were just reading messages and worrying about nothing. If you continue like this, I will take your phone away and let you lie in bed doing nothing. Do you understand?" Jiang Yanyu frowned and warned.
Luo Qinglin quickly blinked his eyes and promised not to do it again, like a kindergarten kid being reprimanded by his teacher.
Jiang Yanyu glared at him deliberately before returning the phone. "Anything else you want to ask?"
The question Luo Qinglin wanted to ask the most was whether Shen Yin was dead or alive, but he was afraid that Jiang Yanyu would think too much and not like to hear it, so he hesitated and didn't ask.
Besides, he couldn't speak now, so he had to type to explain, and it was impossible to explain clearly. Luo Qinglin simply shook his head and decided not to ask any more questions.
But Jiang Yanyu was even more unhappy, staring at her and accusing her, "Don't you want to ask about me? Or your physical condition? You cried so sadly yesterday, I thought you were worried about me, but it turns out you were just crying because you were sick!"
"You have no conscience." Jiang Yanyu turned his head away in a sullen manner, not looking at Luo Qinglin.
"Hug..." Luo Qinglin said slowly, word by word, "Hug..."
Jiang Yanyu remained indifferent, so Luo Qinglin kept saying simple repetitive words, acting coquettishly even with a hoarse voice.
"Hug...brother, hug."
"Please, brother."
"Hug~"
Canary couldn't even utter a complete sentence, yet she still had the leisure to tease him. Jiang Yanyu was getting anxious from being called that and he sighed heavily.
"Troublemaker."
Having said that, Jiang Yanyu still leaned over, hugged Luo Qinglin, put his lips on his upper lip, and sucked gently.
His lips still felt plump and moist, almost the same as usual. Luo Qinglin thought to himself that the vixen must have secretly applied lip balm today and carefully dressed up before coming to pick him up.
As they kissed, Luo Qinglin was distracted unconsciously, wondering if the vixen had secretly put on foundation, otherwise why was she so energetic today?
"Don't be distracted." Jiang Yanyu reminded unhappily, biting his teeth.
Their lips parted slightly, entangled and teased each other for the first time in a long time, and the kiss was rare and gentle, without biting each other.
Luo Qinglin was curious and wanted to see if the vixen was being vain today, so he quietly raised his hand, covered Jiang Yanyu's face, and gently stroked it to collect evidence.
Her skin was as delicate as ever. After collecting the evidence, Luo Qinglin lowered his hands with his palms facing up to preserve the evidence.
Luo Qinglin wanted to quickly check the palms of his hands to see if there were any traces of foundation.
But Jiang Yanyu seemed to be extremely thirsty, and would not be satisfied until he had obtained enough love and security from Luo Qinglin. He covered his hair with his palms, pressing harder and harder, not allowing him to struggle.
There was no biting, and the kiss was very gentle, but Jiang Yanyu seemed to want to swallow him into his stomach. His whole body fell down, suppressing him, shackled him, bound him, and enjoyed him carefully.
“Mmm…”
Luo Qinglin gradually became unable to breathe and whimpered softly. He wanted Jiang Yanyu to stop first, let him take a breath, and take a look at the evidence in his palm before continuing to kiss him.
The real punishment came unexpectedly. Luo Qinglin was suddenly held sideways, and before he could react, the palm wind attacked him.
Perhaps because of the residual drugs, the punishment was unusually effective.
The flowing numbness accumulated and surged in all directions, breaking through the edges, transforming into electric current, and piercing through the armor of Luo Qinglin's Gate of Desire.
This is a terrifying and unfamiliar feeling. The dream of the Garden of Eden in my youth, the dream after returning from Paris, or the countdown game, are not as great as the feeling of being out of control now.
“Stop, stop, stop!”
Luo Qinglin pulled away his slap, opened his eyes in panic, looked terrified, and struggled frantically.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yanyu frowned, raised his head in dissatisfaction, and temporarily let go of those soft lips that made him linger.
Luo Qinglin's cheeks were flushed red, and the deep red spread all the way down, even his neck was a light pink, an abnormally red color that was horrifying to look at.
Jiang Yanyu looked up and felt nervous, fearing that something had happened to his precious canary again. Without hesitation, he rang the bell to call the doctor.
"Don't be afraid, the doctor will be here soon." Jiang Yanyu unbuttoned the collar of his hospital gown and checked how serious the redness was and where it had spread to.
Why call a doctor? !
After checking his upper body, Jiang Yanyu was about to lift the quilt to check whether the skin on his calves was red.
His muscles twitched slightly and his buttocks were unbearably excited. Suddenly, Luo Qinglin grabbed Jiang Yanyu's hand and stopped him from lifting the quilt.
"Tsk, be good."
Luo Qinglin's strength was no match for Jiang Yanyu. Jiang Yanyu struggled lightly and lifted the quilt completely.
Luo Qinglin held his breath, trying to pretend nothing had happened, praying that Jiang Yanyu wouldn't notice.
Jiang Yanyu really didn't care about that at first. He just quickly rolled up his trouser legs to check if the skin on his calves was turning red, worried that the residual medicine would take effect again and cause danger.
After checking the calf and about to check the thigh skin, Jiang Yanyu discovered the abnormality that Luo Qinglin was trying to hide.
The embarrassment was overwhelming, and Luo Qinglin chose to close his eyes and act like an ostrich, pretending to be stupid and unaware.
"you......"
"What happened? Is the patient conscious?"
Before Jiang Yanyu could finish the next sentence, the door of the ward was pushed open by a female doctor who came hurriedly. The female doctor walked to the bedside in three or two steps with her long legs, followed by a small group of interns.
In a flash, Jiang Yanyu pulled the quilt back over her, hiding the strange area and Luo Qinglin's lifeless face.
"It's okay," Jiang Yanyu rarely looked embarrassed. He coughed lightly and said with a stiff face, "Sorry, I misread the icon and pressed the wrong bell."
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“This is normal.”
After driving the interns behind her out, the female doctor closed the door and walked back to the bedside. "There are still some drugs left in your body. Once all the drugs are metabolized out of your body, it won't be so easy to get a relapse."
Luo Qinglin hid his body in the quilt, leaving only his head exposed. When he heard the doctor's straightforward description, his cheeks turned even redder. He was shy and silent, and nodded awkwardly.
After comforting Luo Qinglin, the female doctor glared at Jiang Yanyu and said, "You too, are still in the observation period. What's wrong with you just enduring for a few days? Are you so impatient?"
Can't wait?
Jiang Yanyu felt uncomfortable after hearing this. He was not an animal whose mind was blinded by desire. How could he do that to a person who had just been released from intensive care?
"No... no no."
Afraid that Jiang Yanyu would be unhappy, Luo Qinglin stammered in denial and took the initiative to explain, "Just a kiss..."
Feeling that this disordered language system was holding him back, Luo Qinglin quickly turned on his phone and started typing.
——Doctor, is it normal for a kiss to turn out like this? Will there be other problems?
"Just a kiss?" The female doctor thought for a moment, then turned her eyes and said to Jiang Yanyu, "From now on, you record the frequency of his reactions. If the frequency decreases over time, that's normal. If it gradually increases, tell me in time."
Reaction frequency? !
Bursting with embarrassment, Luo Qinglin felt uneasy. He glanced at Jiang Yanyu secretly with an evasive look.
After instructing the doctor on the important points, the female doctor looked at Luo Qinglin's rosy face, chuckled, "Your fiancé is quite cute," and hurried out of the ward.
Bang!
The door closed, and the lingering sound passed around the ward and quickly disappeared.
Recording frequency, isn’t this a bit exaggerated?
Luo Qinglin didn't dare to look at Jiang Yanyu. He moved his gaze to the ceiling and thought about it with a red face.
"BB, do you understand what the doctor said?" Jiang Yanyu smiled and asked Luo Qinglin as he approached him.
As soon as the fox's eyes curved, Luo Qinglin knew what bad intentions he was up to. Luo Qinglin pursed his lips and blinked his eyes to show that he understood.
"If I don't notice it, BB should tell me in time. If I miss a few times, it will cause trouble for the doctor."
Jiang Yanyu took out his tablet to record, and said to himself, "Just now will be counted as the first time..."
After the recording was finished, Jiang Yanyu showed the results to Luo Qinglin. The title of the record sheet was clearly written as "BB Unconscious Kissing Record Book", and the first line also recorded the time and reason for the reaction (kiss).
Bitter...
He doesn't want this! This is out of his control!
"Does it look good?" Jiang Yanyu asked with a smile.
"Okay." Luo Qinglin replied with a blink.
"Baby is so good," Jiang Yanyu put down the tablet and said considerately, "Do you want to go to the bathroom now? You slept for several hours after you came out, so you should be eager to go now, right?"
Luo Qinglin almost forgot that his calves and calves had no feeling at all, so Jiang Yanyu had to carry him to the bathroom.
He had just been given one offense, so the vixen must have wanted to play a trick on him, so she quickly added a second offense to him and teased him with some frivolous words.
"No." Luo Qinglin denied it, took out his phone and typed, trying to change the subject.
——Didn’t you get enough rest these days? Go to bed early today, okay? I want to sleep in your arms.
"You just woke up, and you want to sleep again?" Jiang Yanyu asked in surprise, "Are you feeling weak? Do you want a doctor to come?"
Don’t come here again!
The strange feeling has not completely disappeared, and he doesn't want to make a fool of himself in front of the doctor again.
——No, I’m just sleepy again and want to sleep in my brother’s arms.
After Luo Qinglin finished typing, he opened his arms again and acted coquettishly, "Brother, hug me."
Jiang Yanyu looked down for a moment, chuckled and nodded, then turned over onto the hospital bed as he wished and lay on his side next to Luo Qinglin.
The single bed was rather small, and it was a bit crowded for two adults to sleep side by side. Not only would Jiang Yanyu feel uncomfortable sleeping, but if he curled up his legs he would squeeze Luo Qinglin. If he didn't curl up, he could only lean on the edge of the bed, which was extremely uncomfortable.
Luo Qinglin was not feeling well either. The strong mint scent was pleasant, but with his chest pressed against the bed rails, it was really crowded.
Not long after, Jiang Yanyu felt really uncomfortable and suddenly sat up, holding Luo Qinglin in his arms and lying on his stomach, while he lay flat on his back and slept on the sheets.
Jiang Yanyu's legs were finally able to straighten. Although half of his calves were hanging over the edge of the bed, it was better than before.
The two hugged each other face to face.
Luo Qinglin leaned his head against Microsoft's chest, took a deep breath of the fragrance, pulled the vixen's hand over and placed it on the two peach petals, then closed his eyes with peace of mind.
Although he said he wanted to sleep, Luo Qinglin really couldn't fall asleep. His senses gradually woke up and his brain became increasingly excited in the darkness.
Jiang Yanyu's steady heartbeat used to be a hypnotic, but now it sounded more like restless drumbeats, causing Luo Qinglin to unconsciously tap his fingertips on the bed sheets.
After a short while, his finger was caught by Jiang Yanyu.
"Didn't you say you were going to sleep?" Jiang Yanyu asked in a low voice, "Did you lie to me?"
Luo Qinglin quickly stopped moving and pretended to be asleep.
Jiang Yanyu did not let go of this excuse, "Not only did you lie to me now, you also lied to the doctor just now and said it was just a kiss. Why didn't you dare to tell the doctor the truth?"
"You are not a good boy and you always lie. You deserve to be punished."
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, a slap came down.
Luo Qinglin trembled his shoulders slightly, curled up his fingers, and grabbed the corner of Jiang Yanyu's clothes. Considering that he has not recovered yet, the current punishment is just a formality, and Jiang Yanyu did not let up at all.
There is no pain, but a more terrifying feeling of loss of control. The dense electric currents in the body ran around with the slap, penetrated into the cracks between the bones and exploded, bursting like fireworks on a winter night.
"Brother... stop," Luo Qinglin said incoherently, "Stop!"
Jiang Yanyu ignored him and continued to punish him, even asking maliciously, "Should we listen to the doctor and record the second line now? What reason do you think should be recorded this time?"
The door of desire was torn open, and a huge amount of passion poured out.
Now, Luo Qinglin is conscious, but his body is out of his control due to the drugs and he is clearly out of control.
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips and closed his eyes. He couldn't speak as he wished and couldn't act coquettishly. He could only wait until the vixen was satisfied before the punishment would end.
However, the canary's obedience will not arouse sympathy, but will only attract more bad intentions.
Jiang Yanyu finally stopped the punishment. When she covered Luo Qinglin's hair and comforted him gently, she seemed to feel that it was too tiring to have her calves hanging over the edge of the bed, so she bent her right leg upwards.
Something strange happened. Luo Qinglin opened his eyes in fear. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He struggled wildly in fear, "Wait... wait! Brother!"
Before she could finish her words, crystal tears flowed out and fell on the fabric, leaving a wet tear mark.
Jiang Yanyu chuckled, took the tablet in a good mood, opened the record book and wrote carefully on the second line:
Time: 10:15 pm.
Reason: Hug.
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