"What on earth did you post?"
Han Xu suppressed his anger and asked the person on the other end of the phone.
It's been three days since the message was sent. He pressed the issue many times, but Han Yu refused to tell him. In the morning, she even ran to the airport while he wasn't paying attention, saying that they had reconciled and were going home to date.
Han Xu was so angry that he had a headache, but he couldn't do anything about her, so he could only ask.
Han Yu still said the same thing: "If you want to know, just ask yourself."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Han Xu: “…”
Headache, irritability.
Han Xu felt despair whenever he thought about Lin Zhiyi opening his phone and seeing that unknown message.
He had a hard time resisting the urge to look for Lin Zhiyi and not run into him by chance. He lived silently like a dead person to avoid causing trouble to the other party.
But now this situation...
What if Han Yu posts something very offensive?
Wouldn’t his image in Lin Zhiyi’s heart plummet?
After hesitating for a moment, Han Xu ran to find someone from the piano department and sent a message asking Lin Zhiyi if he had gone to the piano room today.
The other party was surprised: [Huh? Lin Zhiyi hasn't been here for three days. It seems he's on sick leave. Didn't you know?]
Haven’t been there for three days?
Are you sick?
What's wrong? Is it serious? Have you been to the hospital? Have you taken any medicine?
A lot of doubts gathered in his mind, and when he reacted, Han Xu was already standing downstairs of Lin Zhiyi's house with a bunch of medicine.
He hesitated for a while and then walked upstairs slowly.
Standing at the door, Han Xu raised his hand, then put it down, raised his hand, then put it down again, feeling extremely conflicted.
After hesitating for more than ten minutes, he thought about it and decided to put the medicine at the door and leave.
Just as I hung the bag on the doorknob, the door suddenly opened from the inside.
Lin Zhiyi stood inside the door and looked at him in surprise.
Han Xu didn't know where to put his hands for a moment, and took a step back awkwardly: "I'm sorry, um, I... I heard you were sick... I'm leaving now!"
He turned to leave, but a hoarse voice came from behind him: "Come in."
Han Xu quickly followed him into the room.
Lin Zhiyi's two roommates were not at home. He held a glass and poured a cup of hot water for Han Xu: "There are no drinks at home, please sit anywhere."
"Oh... okay." Han Xu took the water.
It wasn't his first time here, but he was a little overwhelmed.
"Have you had dinner?" Lin Zhiyi asked with his eyes lowered.
"No."
"There's still porridge in the pot. If you don't mind, have some." Lin Zhiyi coughed a few times.
Han Xu's eyes fell on the other person's flushed cheeks, his brows furrowed in distress, and he tried to keep his tone calm: "You go and rest first, I'll leave after I finish eating."
Lin Zhiyi glanced at him, nodded, and slowly walked into the bedroom.
After finishing his porridge, Han Xu rolled up his sleeves and went to work.
If Han Xu's relatives or friends saw this scene, they would be shocked.
Young Master Han, who has lived a life of luxury, has never had to do housework since he was a child. He always hires someone to clean the rented house regularly, but now in the cramped rental house, he actually washed all the pots and pans in the kitchen, and even the tiles were sparkling.
After packing up, Han Xu breathed a sigh of relief and planned to say goodbye to Lin Zhiyi and leave.
But after knocking on the door several times, there was no response.
Han Xu panicked and pushed open the door.
Lin Zhiyi was lying on the bed, covered with the same light blue sheets that he had seen last time.
The medicine was placed on the bedside table, opened, and it seemed that he had already taken it. Lin Zhiyi was so deeply asleep due to the effect of the medicine that he didn't hear his voice.
Han Xu breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave.
But his eyes fell on Lin Zhiyi's face and it was difficult to look away.
It was the first time I saw him so vulnerable.
For some unknown reason, Han Xu walked over and gently touched the young man's cheek.
He only touched it once and then quickly withdrew it, looking around like a thief.
Lin Zhiyi's body temperature was so high that his face became hot as well.
Han Xu forced himself to look away, but suddenly heard Lin Zhiyi humming softly, as if he was whispering something.
He approached quietly, trying to hear the other person's voice clearly.
The pale lips moved slightly, as if calling someone's name.
Han Xu was anxious and wanted to hear more clearly, but a hand with a hot temperature suddenly came in from the gap in his sweatshirt, sticking tightly to his skin, as if absorbing the body temperature which was lower than his own.
The pair of hands that were so nimble and light on the piano keys were now pressing on his abdominal muscles - this realization made Han Xu's face turn red instantly.
He shrank back, but was reluctant to move, fearing he would lose the chance to make contact.
He could only maintain the posture of supporting his hands on the other person's side.
He doesn't move, but his hands do.
Follow the abdominal muscles down, untie the belt of the sweatpants, and then go in...
“Wait a minute!”
Han Xu dodged backwards, and in panic, his right foot stepped on his left foot, causing him to fall onto the bed. Fortunately, he subconsciously supported himself with his arms, so he did not fall on the patient.
The beautiful face he had been thinking about day and night was right in front of him, and Han Xu's breathing almost stopped.
He carefully put his weight on the other side and wanted to go out from the side. Lin Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him with a dazed look.
"Han Xu?" His tone seemed a little doubtful, and he closed his eyes dejectedly, "It appeared again..."
Again? Don't you want him to show up?
Han Xu was feeling a little down, but Lin Zhiyi had already thrown back the quilt, seemingly admitting defeat: "Whatever."
The way he gave up resistance made Han Xu even more panicked. He swore that he really had no idea at the beginning!
Han Xu raised his hands, trying to prove his innocence to the confused people: "I, I really don't want to do anything!"
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