Chapter 78 A Light Kiss
The man lying on the ground had slight twitching in his hands and feet, which lasted for a few seconds before subsiding.
Cong Chun immediately squatted down to check on Lu Tinglan's condition.
"I'll call 120 for you."
Cong Chun took out his phone, ready to make a call.
The man lying on the ground struggled to raise his arm and grasp Cong Chun's wrist, stopping him from moving.
Cong Chun then realized that Lu Tinglan's palms were frighteningly cold.
"I...have medicine in my shirt pocket..."
The man lying on the ground had a pair of long, dark eyes, calm and still like an ancient well.
If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of Lu Tinglan's chest, one might mistake him for being dead.
Cong Chun immediately reached out, and the boy carefully rummaged through Lu Tinglan's shirt pocket and pulled out a transparent, sealed medicine bag containing two flat, white pills.
Cong Chun dared not move him, but in order to help Lu Tinglan take his medicine, he had no choice but to try to hold the man's head, his hands trembling slightly.
"Let me take you to the hospital."
After taking the medicine, Lu Tinglan regained some strength, but the man's face was still pale and his breathing was weak.
The man leaned against Cong Chun's chest, remaining silent at first, then speaking after a moment, only uttering two words in a low voice.
He loathed everything about the hospital, hated the pungent smell of disinfectant, and the unchanging blue and white hospital gowns.
However, Lu Tinglan still looked very uncomfortable, so Cong Chun carried her steadily on his back without saying a word.
"Then I'll carry you to the infirmary."
"You should lie down in bed and rest."
The infirmary wasn't far away; Cong Chun had seen it when he came.
Although Yenching University covers a large area, Cong Chun has basically learned all the roads in the past few days.
Lu Tinglan was quite tall, but Cong Chun always noticed that he was wearing a shirt and looked rather thin.
It wasn't until Cong Chun carried the man on her back that she realized he was quite heavy.
Cong Chun was still finding it somewhat difficult to carry a man who was much bigger than herself.
He thought that he probably felt a bit heavy because he hadn't worked in the fields for a long time and hadn't exercised. He missed the days when he farmed with his grandparents.
Cong Chun turned his head slightly to ask Lu Tinglan on his back. The boy turned his head to the side, revealing only half of his handsome face. The curves of his chin and nose were just right.
"How are you?"
"Hang in there a little longer."
Lu Tinglan lay on Cong Chun's seemingly thin and frail back, staring at the boy's earlobe.
Yet I felt a sense of peace I had never known before.
The moment I saw him, my heart told me to get closer to him, to get closer to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun carefully placed the person on the bed before letting out a sigh of relief, a few beads of sweat still on his nose.
The university doctor was startled when he saw the two of them enter.
The school doctor immediately stepped forward to examine Lu Tinglan and inquired about her medical history.
Lu Tinglan only briefly explained that he had undergone a heart transplant when he was very young, and that he might be experiencing some discomfort today.
However, this is not the first time it has happened; it has occurred before.
Cong Chun looked at him with concern. Lu Tinglan was the second friend she had made since coming to Jinghai; the first was the young master.
A moment later, seeing Lu Tinglan lying on the bed in the school clinic preparing to rest, Cong Chun quietly left.
He went to the cafeteria and got the man a bowl of vegetable porridge. Cong Chun stood at the window for a moment and thought about it, then added an extra portion of pork ribs to the porridge.
Cong Chun didn't know if Lu Tinglan could eat it, and if the other party couldn't eat it.
You can also remove the ribs and eat them yourself.
An hour later, Cong Chun returned to the infirmary.
Cong Chun gently lifted the curtain and peeked out to observe, only to find that Lu Tinglan had already woken up.
The man leaned against the hospital bed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, flipping through documents with a slight frown.
Upon noticing the commotion, Lu Tinglan looked up at Cong Chun, slowly curving her lips into a faint smile.
Cong Chun placed the porridge on the table.
"If you're hungry, you can eat something."
Lu Tinglan's gaze lingered on the rice porridge on the bedside table for a few moments, then the man spoke in a hoarse voice, saying thank you.
Cong Chun nodded without saying anything, and prepared to go out to get some hot water for the person.
Cong Chun's footsteps gradually faded into the distance until they disappeared.
Lu Tinglan, who was lying on the bed, suddenly turned serious. His eyes became cold and gloomy as they fell on the bowl of rice porridge.
The ugliest side of him was still seen, and a sudden surge of irritation and violence rose in Lu Tinglan's heart.
The man raised his hand and swept the porridge that Cong Chun had bought off the table onto the floor without any mercy.
With a crash, the disposable plastic bowl fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, the rice porridge inside gushing out.
White, wispy steam rose, and the rice porridge clumped on the ground like mud.
Seeing this scene, Lu Tinglan felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.
The next second, the man seemed to realize that something was wrong.
Lu Tinglan looked up and met Cong Chun's gaze. Cong Chun was holding a hot water bottle, his fingertips were red from the heat. His eyes fell on the porridge scattered on the ground, and he was slightly stunned for a moment.
Lu Tinglan remained silent, quietly watching him, even the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up froze.
Then, Cong Chun stepped forward, covered his hand, and asked softly.
"Did you get burned?"
Lu Tinglan's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but the man regained his composure the next second and smiled at Cong Chun.
"Sorry, I accidentally spilled the porridge you gave me."
Cong Chun shook his head, indicating that it was alright.
As long as no one gets burned.
Lu Tinglan smiled at him, and Cong Chun didn't know why, but he always felt that the other person was somewhat familiar.
It made him unconsciously want to get closer to him.
A loud, arrogant male voice came from the doorway, carrying a hint of sarcasm.
"Have you held hands enough?"
Duan Mingxiao strode forward, stood between the two, his brows furrowed, and forcefully separated Cong Chun and Lu Tinglan's hands.
The young master glared fiercely at Lu Tinglan, who was lying on the bed, his whole body radiating coldness.
"Old man, you dare to flirt with students? I'll report you."
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao looked at Cong Chun and emphasized.
"If I see him touch you again, I'll have him killed."
When Cong Chun went to get water, he saw the message Duan Mingxiao sent him, so he replied and briefly explained what had just happened.
Unexpectedly, Duan Mingxiao didn't go to the team training today, but came to school instead.
Cong Chun pursed his lips and explained earnestly.
"He was sick and accidentally spilled the porridge. I was just checking to see if he was burned."
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao's pupils dilated suddenly, and the young master's face turned ugly, collapsing instantly.
[That stupid Chun actually spoke up for him! Fine, then it makes me seem superfluous.]
I hate this idiot, I don't want to talk to him anymore.
Duan Mingxiao was unhappy; perhaps it was innate, but he simply disliked Lu Tinglan.
He couldn't stand seeing Cong Chun and Lu Tinglan getting so close, but that idiot treated them as good friends.
However, Cong Chun couldn't ignore Lu Tinglan lying on the ground convulsing.
On a forest path.
Cong Chun followed behind Duan Mingxiao, who remained silent the entire way, sulking in the lead.
Suddenly, Duan Mingxiao turned around. Cong Chun walked with his head down, seemingly unaware that the other party would suddenly turn around.
She almost bumped straight into Duan Mingxiao.
The young master's brows furrowed in annoyance, his face showing displeasure as he spoke to Cong Chun.
"Don't step on my shadow."
Cong Chun felt very wronged.
He has clearly learned to face and solve problems proactively instead of crying when faced with them.
However, when facing Duan Mingxiao, the strong defenses that Cong Chun had built up in his mind were easily breached.
"I only thought of my grandfather."
Duan Mingxiao was stunned.
He clearly sensed that Cong Chun was in a bad mood, but he didn't ask him any further questions.
Given our previous interactions, the truth is already self-evident; asking further questions would only reopen old wounds.
Duan Mingxiao's tone was hesitant, his face full of remorse for doing something wrong.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."
"Grandpa must also want our Baochun to be well."
Cong Chun nodded, but couldn't help feeling sad.
The longing came suddenly, like a wet cotton ball, pressing heavily on Cong Chun's heart.
A hint of helplessness and self-reproach flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes. If it weren't for his selfish possessiveness, Cong Chun wouldn't have been reminded of painful memories.
Cong Chun explained silently.
"Lu Tinglan is just my friend."
Even if we're barely friends, I shouldn't hold his hand.
Duan Mingxiao managed to convince himself that as long as the boy in front of him was happy.
Even if the other party wanted to befriend the gods in heaven, Duan Mingxiao would go to heaven and bring that god down with him.
"Okay, tell me who you want to be friends with in the future."
"I'll tie them all up and make them your friends. Those who don't obey will all be sent to the wilderness to mine."
"It's...it's..."
Cong Chun stared at Duan Mingxiao, listening intently to his speech.
The young master suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"It's just...it's just...your boyfriend can only be me."
Suddenly, the broadcast music from Yenching University blared, regardless of whether Cong Chun in front of him heard it or not.
At this moment, because of Cong Chun, Duan Mingxiao made up his mind to become a better person.
Most importantly, he was only kind to Cong Chun.
Promise me, okay?
Cong Chun looked up at him.
"Young Master, what did you just say... Could you repeat it?"
[That stupid Chun didn't even hear me! I'm furious!]
Duan Mingxiao was so angry that his lower lip trembled.
"I hate you, you know that?"
Cong Chun nodded, sniffed, and said something with a hint of sadness.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned. Then he stepped forward, leaned his head against Cong Chun's shoulder and neck, and said in a muffled voice.
"I just want you to comfort me, can't you even be a little affectionate with me?"
The boy's hair brushed against Cong Chun's neck, making him feel a little itchy.
Cong Chun turned her head and gently kissed Duan Mingxiao's neck.
"Is this okay?"
The soft touch seemed to still linger on his neck. The young master buried himself in Cong Chun's arms, his exposed ears turning bright red.
This is really killing me, I'm fainting.
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