Using ten condoms in one night can lead to Yu Xian Yu’s death, but the consequences are also serious.
At 2:30 in the morning, Lidya Su developed a high fever.
He had a splitting headache, his whole body was limp, tears kept rolling down his face, his spirit was fragile, his breathing was rapid, his body was curled up, and he was crying "woohoo" sounds from his mouth.
Lin Feng hugged him solemnly and patted his back soothingly.
"Ling...baby, wake up..."
Su Ling couldn't hear what he was saying. He leaned in his arms and rubbed his burning forehead against his, calling out for help: "Lin Feng... Lin Feng... I have a headache..."
"I'm here, baby, I'm here." Lin Feng kissed his hair and let him lean back on the soft pillow. He took the warm water from the bedside table and handed it to his mouth, "Be good, drink some water."
Su Ling opened his mouth obediently, but drank too quickly and choked.
"Slow down." Lin Feng took the cup away, let him slow down, and then continued to feed him. After drinking a glass of water, Su Ling felt a little more comfortable after quenching his thirst. He snuggled in his arms and murmured coquettishly.
"I hate you so much! I hate you so much!" He pinched Lin Feng's shoulders. Not only did his muscles ache after having a fever, but his consciousness was also blurred. He unconsciously recalled that early morning more than three months ago.
My heart is filled with endless loneliness and desolation, and my soul seems to be shackled in a dark ocean. I am nervous, suffocated, panicked, and afraid...all kinds of negative emotions burst out one by one. My nerves are like a taut string that will break with a slight pluck, and my emotions collapse instantly.
Tears flowed like a spring, her voice was hoarse, and her fingers pinched Lin Feng tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
Lin Feng frowned and held him, trying to comfort him. "It's okay, baby. I'm here with you. Don't cry."
"Wuwu..." Su Ling's eyes were blurred with tears. He vaguely knew that the person holding him was Lin Feng. He cried and complained, "I can't find you... I have a fever and I feel uncomfortable. You are not by my side, wuwuwu..."
Lin Feng's face was filled with heartache. He wrapped him in a blanket and held him in his arms like a child. "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
"I thought you didn't want me anymore..." Su Ling hugged his neck, buried his face in his neck, and said sadly, "I have nothing...only you...but you don't want me anymore..."
"Yes, I always want it. I love you." Lin Feng whispered softly in his ear.
"You don't want me, and I don't want you either!" Su Ling couldn't suppress his collapsing emotions, trapped in sadness and unable to break free. Lin Feng seemed to be speaking from a distant place, vague and unrecognizable.
"I want to divorce you. I don't want to hate you... Woo... I love you, I love you so much..." He lay softly in the man's arms, begging weakly, "Please don't alienate me, okay? Don't ignore me, okay?"
"Okay, I won't leave you and I won't ignore you." Lin Feng coaxed him like a child, delicate kisses falling on his sweaty face, "Let's go back to S City and go to the hospital, okay?"
When Su Ling heard the word "hospital", he shook his head violently, "No, no, no!"
"Okay, okay, let's not go to the hospital." Lin Feng agreed with him, operated the phone with one hand, and dialed Zhan Yang's number.
Zhan Yang was obviously still asleep, and the phone beeped more than ten times before he picked up the phone.
"Mr. Lin?"
"Su Ling has a fever. Book a flight to City S immediately and drive over to pick us up." Lin Feng gave the order calmly.
"Ah? Yes!" Zhan Yang suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up from the bed in the hotel, wiped his face, and looked for the earliest flight ticket.
When Su Ling heard Lin Feng's words about buying a plane ticket to City S, he started to make a fuss and struggled to get out of his arms.
"Baby, don't move." Lin Feng put down his phone and held him down.
"Woo, I don't want to go anywhere!" Su Ling lay there capriciously, the silk quilt slipped down, revealing her back covered with kiss marks. Lin Feng's eyes darkened, his throat rolled, and he exerted his super self-control to pull the silk quilt back to cover the naked body covered with love marks.
She gently leaned against his side, brushed away his sweaty hair, and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Her usually hard and indifferent face was now filled with worry.
Su Ling's nose was blocked and breathing was difficult. He regained consciousness and said hoarsely, "There are cold medicines in the drawer..."
"I'll get it for you." Seeing that he had recovered his composure, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, took out the medicine from the drawer of the bedside table, hesitated for a moment, put it back, turned around and saw Su Ling lying with his back to him. He got out of bed quietly, took out a box of medicine from the suitcase in the corner, took out a white pill, poured another glass of warm water, and went back to the bed to help him up.
"Come, take your medicine," he said softly.
Su Ling struggled to stand up, held the medicine in his mouth, and swallowed it with warm water.
After taking the medicine, he lay back on the bed, drowsy.
Lin Feng combed his hair with his fingers and rubbed the painful spots on his head as if he was soothing a small animal.
After a while, the medicine took effect. Su Ling's temperature dropped, his head ached, and his nose was no longer blocked. He turned around, facing Lin Feng, and put his arm around his waist.
"I just felt...very uncomfortable..." he said.
"Yeah, I know." Lin Feng adjusted him to a comfortable position and let him lie on him.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I have a fever... I feel really low." Being gently caressed by the man, Su Ling closed her eyes in peace. "When I think about you not wanting me anymore, I feel so sad that I almost die."
"There won't be a next time, baby." Lin Feng promised, "I was wrong last time for not being by your side."
Su Ling didn't know if he had listened or not, as he continued to talk to himself, "I came to the countryside alone, didn't know anyone, and lived in an empty house... The first night I was scared and lonely, hiding in bed and crying, so embarrassed. The next day I woke up in a strange place, feeling empty and lost. The future without you... It's terrifying..."
Ever since he fell in love with Lin Feng in college, he had firmly believed that they could be together forever and had devoted his love to them without hesitation. He had not expected that they would encounter setbacks in their life journey. If they could not overcome them, they might end up parting ways.
That day, he stood at a crossroads and had to make a difficult choice.
Lin Feng listened quietly with deep eyes. He held Su Ling's hand and intertwined his fingers.
Su Ling continued to talk. Illness makes people weak-willed. He was like a seagull struggling in a storm. He finally returned to his nest, snuggled in his lover's arms, and sought comfort to his heart's content.
"The matter of the tea mountain has diverted my attention... I have to grow vegetables... and farm... raise puppies and kittens... and slowly get used to the days without you... I can take care of myself..." His voice lowered, he muttered a few words, and then fell silent.
Lin Feng rubbed his lips with his fingertips. After a while, he looked down and saw that the young man in his arms had relaxed his brows and fell asleep.
An hour later, the cell phone on the bedside table vibrated twice and Lin Feng picked up the phone.
"Mr. Lin, I'm outside the yard." Zhan Yang said respectfully.
"Wait a moment." Lin Feng said, hung up the phone, took Su Ling out of his arms, found clothes from the closet, and put them on him. He simply packed his luggage, wrapped Su Ling in a thin blanket, and carried him downstairs.
The cats and dogs sleeping in their nests in the living room were startled awake by the noise and ran to Lin Feng's feet in confusion. Lin Feng frowned, endured the discomfort, and carried Su Ling out.
It was still a little chilly in the early morning of summer, and the sky was turning pale.
Zhan Yang was stunned when he saw Mr. Lin carrying Mr. Su out. He quickly opened the car door. The two little pets were wandering around the car. Zhan Yang asked cautiously, "Are they... following us too?"
Lin Feng placed Su Ling in the back seat of the car and glanced coldly at the two little animals. "Send them back to the yard."
"But..." Zhan Yang hesitated. What would they do if no one was home?
Lin Feng said: "After sending us to the airport, you come back here."
"...Yes..." Zhan Yang said, "I asked Yun Zhuo to pick me up at the airport in City S."
"Yeah." Lin Feng put away his luggage, got into the car, and held the sleeping Su Ling in his arms.
S City-Lin's Private Hospital——
"You've gone too far!"
In the director's office of the psychiatric department, a man in a white coat and glasses glared sternly at Lin Feng who was sitting on the sofa.
At six o'clock in the morning, when he should have been sleeping soundly, he received an urgent call from his boss and was summoned to the hospital to see a patient he had not seen for half a year.
"The first time he came to the hospital with a fever, I told you not to stimulate his emotions. Excitement, sadness, depression, and anger can all cause him to become ill."
Lin Feng clasped his hands together and listened to the doctor's reprimand in silence.
Picking up the teacup on the table and taking two sips to moisten his throat, Ji Qing asked in a gentle tone, "Did your research in Country L succeed?"
Lin Feng came back to his senses. "Yeah."
Ji Qing tugged at his tie, relaxing. "Take him to Country L as soon as possible for treatment. This kind of genetically-induced mental illness is more likely to develop the longer it's delayed. He's in the early stages now, and his condition is relatively stable. If schizophrenia develops in a few years, that would be troublesome."
"I know." Lin Feng stood up and walked out the door.
Ji Qing rubbed his temples with a headache, called him back, and warned him again: "Remember, reduce the frequency and number of sex, and control your desires!"
Lin Feng lowered his eyes, turned the doorknob, and walked away with a cold face.
"Bang--"
The door was slammed shut and Ji Qing stared.
After a while, he gritted his teeth.
"Honest advice hurts!"
Lin Feng left the psychiatric department and walked briskly to the VIP ward. After entering the room, he gently approached the bed.
Su Ling lay obediently under the snow-white quilt and slept soundly, with steady breathing and normal body temperature.
Lin Feng sat on the chair beside the bed, held his hand that was outside the quilt, bent down and kissed his fingers, his eyes red.
"I'm sorry, baby..." he whispered.
Su Ling's consciousness woke up from his sleep, and he felt someone pecking at his fingers like a chicken pecking at rice. His eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes. The white walls of the hospital came into view, and he woke up instantly.
"Hmm?" He blinked and looked around the room. Is this the VIP ward of Lin's Private Hospital?
Having been hospitalized several times, he is very familiar with this ward.
"Are you awake?" Lin Feng asked hoarsely.
Su Ling turned his head and looked at the man's haggard face and the stubble on his chin. He narrowed his peach blossom eyes and said with disdain, "Why don't you shave?"
Lin Feng deliberately rubbed his chin against the back of his white, tender hand. "Help me shave when you wake up."
Su Ling pulled his hand back and shook it off: "No."
Lin Feng didn't care, he bent down and kissed his lips.
Su Ling raised her head and kissed him for a while, then their lips parted, her breathing unstable.
"Do I have a fever again?" he asked.
Yixi still remembered that Lin Feng tossed her around at night, trying all kinds of positions. The last time, she was so excited that she fainted.
I had a fever in the second half of the night. I have some impression of it, but I don’t remember it clearly. I seemed to lie in Lin Feng’s arms and cry for a long time?
It's so embarrassing that my husband made me faint and I had to go to the hospital with a fever.
The author has something to say: This is a fictional world, Ling Bao’s illness is fictitious, please don’t nitpick! ! ! !
It's like a genetically-induced mental illness, where you can't be stimulated. Yeah. That's roughly it. I'll explain more later.
Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lin. I was so depressed before.
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