Chapter 47 "I'm touching you!"
After returning home, the two of them returned to their own territories tacitly but with their own thoughts.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang Yao, holding her pajamas, knocked on the door of the next bedroom.
"There's no hot water in the bathroom in my room. I'd like to borrow yours."
Footsteps were heard in the bedroom, and then the door was opened from the inside. Jiang Yao had no time to prepare himself, and a steaming naked chest suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
Jiang Yao's breath hitched, and he glanced down out of inertia.
Fortunately, I was wearing pants.
He originally planned to go to the bathroom on the first floor to take a shower. He had already walked halfway down the stairs when he suddenly remembered that he and Duan Zhuxian had just broken the ice and this was a good opportunity to consolidate their relationship, so he turned around and looked for Duan Zhuxian.
But at this moment, standing in front of him was his former sex partner, barely clothed. Behind her was the large bed they had slept on so many times. In this situation, asking for a shower in the bathroom seemed to hint at something else...
Jiang Yao suddenly focused his attention——
They are buddies now.
How can you think about unhealthy things?
Sleeping with your buddy will bring you divine punishment!
"You can use it. I have to go to the company now and was just about to tell you."
Duan Zhuxian was very calm. After helping him open the door, he walked to the wardrobe and continued to choose clothes. When he turned around, his shoulder blades, back muscles and waistline were exposed.
After not seeing each other for a long time, Duan Zhuxian seemed to have gotten a little better. Jiang Yao was still standing outside the door, just in time to see his smooth and firm back not far away.
His eyes suddenly became vague, and his gaze seemed to be elastic, falling, bouncing away, falling again, and bouncing away again.
When they first started dating, he was a little unrestrained. Every time someone bullied him, he would vent his anger by scratching the other person's back, leaving marks. Often, new marks would appear before the old ones disappeared.
But now, that piece of skin has recovered as before, as if nothing had happened...
"Don't you want to use the bathroom?"
Duan Zhuxian's voice came from far away and Jiang Yao woke up as if from a dream. He crawled out from the pile of yellow waste, with his ears turning red, and ran into the bathroom.
This bath took a bit too long.
After finishing, Jiang Yao wrapped himself tightly in his winter pajamas and buttoned them all the way to the top.
He pushed the door open a little, and half of his body leaned out of the bathroom like a thief. After confirming that Duan Zhuxian had left, he breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his back, and returned to his room.
*
Lying on the bed, Jiang Yao called Chen Yiqi online and played games with him via microphone.
"How has Duan Zhuxian been behaving lately? I hope he hasn't provoked you?" Chen Yiqi was still thinking about their cold war.
"He's fine." Jiang Yao hurriedly threw down these three words and reminded in a deep voice, "I saw you. Pay attention to someone in the southwest."
After a tough fight, the two finally met in the warehouse. After looting some supplies, Chen Yiqi suddenly made a strange joke, "You're really becoming more and more tolerant of Duan Zhuxian. Are you guys playing the game of marriage first, love later?"
"Get lost." Jiang Yao didn't bother to pay attention to Chen Yiqi. "When we were in school, there was a misunderstanding between him and me. Now I've explained it all."
Chen Yiqi was surprised: "So you two are back to normal now?"
Jiang Yao said calmly, "It's not like the beginning, I can only say that I've let it go for the time being."
After all, the bad things that happened later, such as Duan Zhuxian changing his major and watching him laugh at his failed secret crush, were all real, but he was a generous person and didn't intend to make a fuss about it.
After the first battle ended and the results popped up, Chen Yiqi was silent for a long time. He said in a cold voice, "You are not Jiang Yao. Ask Jiang Yao himself to team up with me."
Looking at the terrible win-loss rate, Jiang Yao couldn't help but frown.
He made frequent mistakes in his operations, simply because he was dazzled by the large bouquet of roses on the table.
Every time he held his breath and aimed, a dazzling red flashed across his eyes, and then the bullet missed.
While resting and restocking their equipment, Jiang Yao asked, "Let me ask you something. What does it mean to send red roses?"
Chen Yiqi: "Did you receive red roses?"
Jiang Yao: "Yeah."
Chen Yiqi's tone suddenly became excited: "Someone wants to cheat on Duan Zhuxian!"
Jiang Yao paused and asked, "Is there anything for my brother?"
Chen Yiqi was even more excited: "Someone wants to cheat on Duan Zhuxian under the guise of being brothers!"
Jiang Yao pondered and said, "Is it possible that the person who sent the flowers didn't know the meaning of red roses?"
"Impossible." Chen Yiqi said firmly, "Unless this person hasn't received nine years of compulsory education."
Jiang Yao was speechless.
Unfortunately, this person not only received compulsory education, but also was admitted to the highest institution of learning in the country and went to study abroad at a world-renowned university. He has an outstanding IQ, is a rare talent, and is an elite among elites.
Chen Yiqi said, "You're popular, and people flatter you wherever you go. It's normal that you can't tell the real from the fake. You can have fun with them, but don't be fooled by those scheming little green tea girls out there."
*
Late at night, Jiang Yao tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling.
About an hour ago, I heard the sound of a car engine downstairs, but after all this time, I haven't heard any movement from the door next door.
For some unknown reason, Jiang Yao turned over and got out of bed.
There were only two small wall lamps on in the living room on the first floor. Although the light was weak, it was enough for ordinary people to see things. However, it was a little dim for Jiang Yao. He could barely see a person lying on the sofa two meters away.
He took a few steps forward and suddenly stepped on something. He slipped forward and fell onto a human mat in a daze.
An unconscious groan rang in my ears, followed by a wisp of hot breath falling on my ears: "As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw you throwing yourself into my arms."
The tone was quite calm, and no emotion could be heard from it, but the voice was a little hoarse and lazy, and the pronunciation was not clear, as if someone was deliberately scratching his eardrums, which sounded particularly unserious.
"Throw yourself into my arms? Dream on!"
Jiang Yao immediately straightened his upper body, half-knelt on the carpet with a snort, and glanced to the side.
He had stepped on a folder that was open to a page that appeared to have fallen out while being read.
Just as he was about to pick it up, a hot palm grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the sofa.
Jiang Yao lost his balance and fell back to Duan Zhuxian.
He was startled and stared at the pair of eyes that had lost their depth and became a little frivolous in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Combined with the person's previous beastly behavior, alarm bells immediately rang in his mind.
He attacked his best friend in the living room in the middle of the night. Does this guy have any shame?
His heart was pounding.
But he just stood there without resisting.
However, unlike what was expected, after Duan Zhuxian pulled him back, he did not continue to touch him, but just gently stroked his wrist, as if seeking comfort, and the heat from his palm continuously seeped into his skin and blood vessels.
Jiang Yao finally realized that something was wrong. Duan Zhuxian, who was strict with himself and had a slight obsession with mysophobia, would never allow himself to sleep on the sofa with wrinkled clothes without taking off.
He immediately called the smart light by voice.
Several headlights came on, and Jiang Yao's eyes went blank. He didn't have time to adapt and lowered his head to check Duan Zhuxian's condition.
Duan Zhuxian didn't seem to realize that he had turned on the light. His eyes were half closed, and an abnormal flush appeared on his pale face.
Jiang Yao frowned and pried open the finger bones that Duan Zhuxian had clamped on his wrist with unexpected ease.
The slender hand, which had lost its support, fell to the side of the sofa, and its powerless state frightened Jiang Yao.
He immediately touched Duan Zhuxian's forehead, which was frighteningly hot. "Do you have a fever?"
"I don't know." Duan Zhuxian said half a beat slower.
"So there's something I don't know."
Jiang Yaozui couldn't stop attacking, but he took two steps at a time and came over with the thermometer.
Sure enough, 39.6℃.
"Whenever it snows, bad things happen. It really is."
Jiang Yao stared at the numbers on the thermometer, his tone seemed to be a bit mocking, and the corners of his lips raised and then lowered.
But in just a few seconds, he turned left and right three times, all without any purpose.
From Duan Zhuxian's perspective, Jiang Yao's face, which was pretending to be calm, was full of helplessness.
Finally, Jiang Yao found a clue from the chaos: "I'll get the car, let's go to the hospital."
Duan Zhuxian said: "If you have a fever, just take antipyretics. There is no need to go to the hospital."
Jiang Yao had never had a fever since he could remember, so he didn't quite believe it. "Really? With such a high temperature, I'm afraid you've gone crazy."
"No." Looking at Jiang Yao's slightly hesitant expression, Duan Zhuxian couldn't help but want to tease him, "Don't worry, even if he really gets burned stupid, it's me who's stupid, not you."
Jiang Yao's face darkened, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
He grabbed Duan Zhuxian's chin and threatened, "You'd better get better soon. If you become stupid from the fever, I'll kick you out right away. Who wants to live their whole life with a fool?"
Those beautiful, full lips uttered harsh words, but they sounded like they were laced with honey.
It turns out that Jiang Yao wants to spend her whole life with him.
Duan Zhuxian's lips curved slightly, but Jiang Yao didn't notice.
Jiang Yao didn't know what it felt like to be burned like this, so he had to help Duan Zhuxian back to the room first. After all, it would be uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa.
Duan Zhuxian had no strength, and when he went up the stairs, half of the strength was on him. His hot body enveloped him, and the temperature it emitted was more overbearing than a stove in summer.
After putting the man to bed, Jiang Yao didn't care about the sweat on his head. He quickly searched the Internet for ways to reduce fever. Then he rolled up his sleeves, filled a basin with cold water, added ice cubes to it, soaked a towel in ice water, wrung it dry and applied it to Duan Zhuxian's forehead.
After temporarily settling Duan Zhuxian down, Jiang Yao walked to the terrace and called Duan Zhuxian's family doctor.
The doctor said that Duan Zhuxian had been working too hard recently and had not had enough rest, so he caught a cold and had a low fever two days ago. However, based on Duan Zhuxian's physique, he should be able to recover soon, and he did not expect it to develop into a high fever.
Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, and probably knew where the high fever came from.
Even though she was clearly sick, she still gave him her coat in such a cold weather and stayed with him in the heavy snow for half an hour.
Fool.
Jiang Yao cursed inwardly, and consulted his family doctor in detail about other precautions. After receiving the reply "You can rest at home and see how the situation develops", he finally put his mind at ease and went to prepare antipyretic medicine for Duan Zhuxian.
The terrace door opened, and Duan Zhuxian saw Jiang Yao hurriedly walking in with his cell phone in hand. Without even having the time to look at him, he strode out of the bedroom, sweeping away like a whirlwind.
He had never seen Jiang Yao in such a hurry before.
Obviously, she was the one who lived the most carefree and unrestrained life, but he controlled her hands and feet and threw her into disarray. This was the case for the past ten years, and it is still the case now.
He suddenly felt very sad.
Jiang Yao is such a good person, but he just teased her with bad intentions, deliberately looking at that proud and beautiful face full of worry for him. Otherwise, how could he be said to be hypocritical and a good-for-nothing?
A few minutes later, Jiang Yao returned to the bedroom with a glass and pills. Seeing Duan Zhuxian with his eyes closed, obviously pretending to be asleep, he whispered in his ear, "Dalang, it's time to take your medicine."
Duan Zhuxian opened his eyes and moved his dry lips: "My wife, do you have someone else outside?"
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows: "Just tell me whether you want to eat it or not."
"Eat it." Duan Zhuxian sat up, took the pill from Jiang Yao's hand, and swallowed it with a few sips of warm water. "I'll take poison too."
Jiang Yao rolled his eyes: "You're sick."
But these two words had no killing power on Duan Zhuxian, because Duan Zhuxian was indeed seriously ill at the moment.
Following Jiang Yao's instruction, Duan Zhuxian lay back down and said, "Don't worry about me. Go and rest."
Jiang Yao hummed, "I'll leave if you fall asleep."
The antipyretic medicine contains a sleeping ingredient, and before long, Duan Zhuxian fell into a light sleep.
The high temperature caused Duan Zhuxian's lips to become chapped and dry, and his already light-colored lips became frighteningly pale. Jiang Yao couldn't bear it, so he used a cotton swab dipped in water to moisten Duan Zhuxian's lips.
But he has been spoiled by his family since he was a child and has no idea how to take care of others, especially patients.
Several times he dipped too much water, and the water droplets flowed down Duan Zhuxian's chin and into his collar. He wiped it off in a hurry, fearing that Duan Zhuxian would catch a cold again.
After finishing his busy work, Jiang Yao moved a chair over and sat beside the bed, supporting his chin with one hand, his eyes falling on Duan Zhuxian's face.
This man was originally aloof and indifferent. He always looked cold as ice, as if everyone owed him money. He didn't look very popular to begin with, and now his skin had lost its color, and he looked more and more like a sculpture.
Cold, perfect, but lacking in vitality, it was a look he had never seen before.
No matter how sharp an ice sculpture is, it will become fragile when it melts. How could such a cold, hard and strong person suddenly fall ill?
That morning, Duan Zhuxian was showing off in front of all the teachers and students in the school with ease; a few hours ago, Duan Zhuxian was speaking sweet words humbly in the heavy snow; now, Duan Zhuxian looked so fragile that he could be knocked down with just one finger.
After all this ups and downs, it would be a lie to say that I wasn't touched.
But it's more than just touching.
This feeling is a bit like being bewitched. My heart seems to be pulled by something and I have lost my basic judgment. In short, it is not good.
He couldn't help but wonder, if Duan Zhuxian continued to ask for peace with him in his current half-dead state, he could immediately forgive all of Duan Zhuxian's faults.
So Duan Zhuxian must get better immediately.
The towel covering his forehead has been changed more than ten times. Jiang Yao carefully observed Duan Zhuxian's sleeping state. As if he was neurotic, he reached out to touch Duan Zhuxian's forehead, cheeks, ears, and neck every few minutes, fearing that this person would evaporate under his nose.
Time passed minute by minute, and Jiang Yao was unconscious. In the second half of the night, Duan Zhuxian's body temperature finally dropped below 38 degrees.
As if he had completed some mission, Jiang Yao's originally clear mind was suddenly swept by sleepiness.
He really couldn't hold on any longer, and after a few seconds, he fell asleep beside Duan Zhuxian's bed.
When he opened his eyes again, he was dazed and immediately woke up when he saw Duan Zhuxian looking at him intently.
Jiang Yao sat up straight, rubbed his eyes and asked, "How do you feel? Did you sleep well last night?"
Duan Zhuxian leaned against the headboard, staring at the red hair sticking out from the back of Jiang Yao's head, and said lightly: "I slept well, but someone kept touching me in my dreams."
Jiang Yao's face flushed, and he swallowed, muffled and said, "Who touched you?"
Duan Zhuxian said: "A person I like."
Jiang Yao widened his eyes and almost let out the breath he had been holding.
He took care of Duan Zhuxian all night long, but in the end, Chen Tang was the only thing in his dreams?
Jiang Yao grew angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He had no time to think about whether to use a stick or fists, or steam or braise him. He simply grabbed Duan Zhuxian by the collar and pushed him down on the bed. He squeezed his knuckles until they turned white, and said viciously, "Listen up, I was the one touching you last night!"
Someone's behavior was too bad, and cursing him was not enough to vent his anger. Jiang Yao gritted his teeth and added, "You are a heartless bastard!"
The man in front of him had his chest heaving violently, his eyelashes trembling, his eyes red, and his eyes sparkling. It was unclear whether he was sleepy or angry.
Duan Zhuxian nodded: "Yes, I'm talking about you."
Jiang Yao: "?"
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