Chapter 143 Sickness
After school started, it rained for a week and the temperature hovered around zero degrees. The room was so humid that water was seeping out of the walls.
Under this damp and cold magical attack, the ancient man who had lived in the north of Dayu for many years fell ill as expected - I was talking about the leader of the Tianyu Gate, Shen Huaishi, who was young and strong, had great martial arts skills, and had muscles stronger than Jiang Xing.
Shen Huaishi took a day off due to illness, and Lin Qingyu rushed home to take care of him as soon as school was over. Jiang Xingze was called to the office by his class teacher because he wanted to go to bed early the night before and forgot to do his English homework. However, his wife, who was the English class representative, did not cover up for him.
Shen Huaishi was in a daze due to fever and was lying on the bed unconscious. Lin Qingyu took his temperature, checked his pulse, and applied a cold towel to his forehead, then stayed by his side.
Not long after, Emperor Dayu, who had finished his homework in the head teacher's office, returned home, with raindrops falling on his autumn and winter school uniform. He threw his schoolbag on the sofa and walked into Shen Huaishi’s room: “How is Huaishi?”
Lin Qingyu made a "hush" gesture and whispered, "Just fell asleep."
Jiang Xing touched Shen Huaishi's forehead: "It seems that the fever has not subsided yet? Poor kid."
Shen Huaishi felt the coolness of Jiang Xing's palm, his lips moved, and he shouted in his dream: "Dad, Mom..."
The two looked at each other, their expressions were similar, as subtle as those of a married couple.
"It's too slow to reduce fever naturally," Lin Qingyu said, "Go to the pharmacy downstairs and buy some medicine - remember to bring an umbrella."
Jiang Xing picked up his phone and went downstairs. He selected several cold and fever medicines at the drugstore. When checking out, the cashier told him with a smile, "Dear, today the drugstore has a 20 yuan discount for purchases over 120 yuan. You already have 80 yuan, do you want to add another 40 yuan to the bill?"
Jiang Xing couldn't think of what other medicine the family was short of. He looked around and his eyes finally fell on the small box on the cash register. He picked up a box, his movements very natural: "Then this one will do."
The cashier's smile froze as she silently looked at Jiang Xing's high school uniform.
Jiang Xing looked at the cashier frankly: "Just to make up the bill."
Back home, Jiang Xing and Lin Qingyu fed Shen Huaishi antipyretic medicine together. Western medicine worked quickly, and Shen Huaishi began to sweat not long after, and his sleep became more and more sound.
At night, Lin Qingyu and Jiang Xing lay on the bed in the same fluffy pajamas, playing with their mobile phones and chatting from time to time, just like an old couple. Lin Qingyu looked at the weather forecast for the next few days and said unhappily, "It will take until next week for the temperature to rise."
"Cherish the winter we have now." Jiang Xingdou said to the landlord, "Once the temperature rises, we will have an eight or nine-month-long summer."
Lin Qingyu was not used to the damp and cold weather in the south. Even though the air conditioner was on and his aunt had changed their quilts to thicker ones, it was still cold in bed. He asked Jiang Xing: "Do you want Auntie to change the bed to a thicker quilt?"
"This..." The young male high school student was born with a hot body. Sleeping under the thick blanket had already made him a little hot. "Okay."
Lin Qingyu caught Jiang Xing's hesitation and asked, "Don't you feel cold?"
"It's cold. Change it, right away."
Lin Qingyu saw through Jiang Xing's lie: "Liar, you don't feel cold at all."
Jiang Xing smiled and said, "Don't worry about me. If you want to change it, just change it."
Lin Qingyu said: "Since our perception of cold and heat is not synchronized, we can sleep with separate quilts..."
"Then I'd rather die of heat."
After turning off the lights, the two went to bed with their clothes on. Not long after falling asleep, Jiang Xing felt too hot and quietly stretched his hand out of the quilt. Lin Qingyu felt the movement of the person next to him and lifted the quilt slightly.
Jiang Xing asked: "Baby, what are you doing?"
Lin Qingyu said: "Don't you feel hot? I'll turn on some heater."
Jiang Xing was stunned: "Aren't you cold?"
"Yes, but you're hot."
Jiang Xing's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Qingyu..."
Lin Qingyu was puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"You are willing to put a small heater in the quilt for me," Jiang Xing was very satisfied, "You really like me."
This touching reason... is worthy of being called a salted fish.
Lin Qingyu wanted to laugh and said deliberately: "It's okay, I just like it."
Jiang Xing came over with a smile: "Well, but I like you so much..."
Before Lin Qingyu could say anything, the aura of the male high school student surrounded him.
The temperature in the bed was getting higher and higher, and Lin Qingyu no longer felt cold. At this moment, a hand opened the drawer of the bedside table.
Lin Qingyu looked at what was in Jiang Xing's hand and raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Xing sat on the bed, his head on the quilt, holding the small bag between his fingertips and smiling at Lin Qingyu: "We can do bad things secretly and not tell others, so the baby won't be caught by the police."
The two of them had been sleeping in the same bed for such a long time, and the most they could do was kiss and hug, which was a bit uncomfortable to endure. Lin Qingyu couldn't help but be moved, but Shen Huaishi was still sick next door, and they were having fun like this... wouldn't it be too irresponsible.
Lin Qingyu took a deep breath and said calmly: "Sorry, I don't really want to."
"Ah?" Jiang Xing was so surprised that he used ancient language, "Why?!"
"I have to clean up after doing something bad. It's so cold, I don't want to get out of bed."
Jiang Xing was silent for three seconds, then asked uncertainly, "Are you serious?"
"Um."
Jiang Xing's defense was instantly broken: "Fuck Qingyu! You've changed! You weren't like this before!"
Lin Qingyu uttered four words faintly: "He who keeps company with ink becomes black?"
Jiang Xing: “…”
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