Chapter 10 Fever
The seven-colored rainbow followed Jiang Jinyue closely, tilting left and right as Jiang Jinyue moved. The seven-colored light pierced Lu Qingmian's head, causing him to turn away.
"Jiang Jinyue, it's too dazzling. Stay away from me."
Needless to say, Jiang Jinyue's reaction was even more intense than Lu Qingmian's. Since that incident, he had never been so close to anyone else, not to mention that he was already leaning against Lu Qingmian's arms.
The fluffy and soft wings were completely puffed up, and the pair of wings seemed to have gained weight. Jiang Jinyue pushed Lu Qingmian's shoulders away with both hands, staggered backward, his legs and waist weak, and he fell to the ground without any strength.
Noisy voices began to appear in my ears, the world in front of me was shattered and shattered, and illusions invaded from the corners of the world.
Jiang Jinyue stretched out his hands and waved them in front of his eyes, trying to drive away the illusions.
Suddenly, after countless illusions reflected on the broken glass, Lu Qingmian's figure sitting on the ground came into view clearly.
Jiang Jinyue took a deep breath. He knew that the world where Lu Qingmian was was the real one. He gritted his teeth and crawled forward twice, breaking through the illusion and sitting in front of Lu Qingmian.
Everything happened in a flash. In Lu Qingmian's eyes, Jiang Jinyue suddenly sat on the ground, his vision unfocused, waving his hands, and then suddenly looked straight at him and crawled over.
Jiang Jinyue's breathing was still disordered and he had no strength left, but he couldn't wait to share it with Lu Qingmian. He was able to distinguish between illusion and reality for the first time when the illusion just appeared, but he stopped when he looked at Lu Qingmian.
Lu Qingmian sat on the floor leaning against the wall of the stairwell, his handsome eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if he had been pushed hard by Jiang Jinyue.
But Jiang Jinyue didn't use much strength just now.
He wanted to pull Lu Qingmian up, but he didn't dare to touch Lu Qingmian. He crawled back and forth in front of Lu Qingmian with his butt sticking out and a pair of fluffy wings on his back in a hurry.
Lu Qingmian frowned even more tightly: "Jiang Jinyue, can't you just stand up?"
Jiang Jinyue woke up as if from a dream and stood up suddenly. He looked at Lu Qingmian's sleeves and seemed to have sensed something. He immediately stretched out his sleeves and handed them to Lu Qingmian.
"Lu Qingmian, grab my sleeve and stand up."
Lu Qingmian actually didn't want to catch him, but Jiang Jinyue was very serious.
Lu Qingmian first stared at Jiang Jinyue's face for a few seconds, then stared at his sleeve for a few seconds, and finally slowly reached out and grabbed Jiang Jinyue's sleeve, but still stood up by his own strength.
"Lu Qingmian, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Jinyue always felt that Lu Qingmian was acting weird at the moment.
Lu Qingmian shook his head, "Let's go upstairs."
Jiang Jinyue stared at Lu Qingmian's face suspiciously, then turned around to go upstairs. After walking up a few steps, he turned back and found that Lu Qingmian had not followed him.
Lu Qingmian was bending over to pick up the feathers that Jiang Jinyue had dropped on the ground. Those feathers were faintly flashing under the dim voice-controlled light.
Jiang Jinyue felt a little uneasy. Lu Qingmian's action of picking up the feathers made him inexplicably nervous, because his heart was beating very irregularly, and the seven-color rainbow behind him was shining brightly.
He simply bent down and picked up feathers with Lu Qingmian. When there was no feather left in the stairwell, Lu Qingmian's clothes pockets and trouser pockets were stuffed with a lot of feathers.
Jiang Jinyue held the feather in his hand and handed it to Lu Qingmian.
Lu Qingmian was stunned for a moment, "Why are you giving me your feather?"
Jiang Jinyue was bewildered. He just thought that Lu Qingmian had been picking them up, so he subconsciously handed the feather to him.
Lu Qingmian didn't say anything more. He stretched out his hand and let Jiang Jinyue pour the feather into his hand and put it back into his pocket.
The two of them walked up the stairs. When they reached the 12th floor, Lu Qingmian went out first. After making sure that there was no one in the corridor, he waved to Jiang Jinyue to come out.
Jiang Jinyue jogged all the way and felt a little excited after entering the door.
After the excitement wore off, he began circling back and forth in the small living room of the rental house with his wings on his back, muttering as he circled, "I have an appointment to pick up my health certificate tomorrow. If my wings don't disappear tomorrow, I won't be able to get it. If I can't get it, I'll have to negotiate a time with my senior, and I'll have to trouble him again..."
What Jiang Jinyue fears most is causing trouble for others.
Lu Qingmian leaned against the door, squinting his eyes as he watched Jiang Jinyue spinning around with the seven-colored light behind him. He felt dizzy and simply turned his eyes away, walked straight to the sofa, and fell into it.
He seemed a little weak when he sat down on the sofa, but Jiang Jinyue didn't notice.
Lu Qingmian roughly unbuttoned his coat and waved at Jiang Jinyue, "Cai Mao Ji, come here."
Jiang Jinyue stopped spinning and looked at Lu Qingmian in disbelief. "Colorful, colorful chicken?"
"Well, a dazzlingly bright little rooster, a colorful-feathered chicken." Lu Qingmian leaned back on the sofa, looking very lazy.
Jiang Jinyue curled her lips, but still walked over and sat on the other side of the sofa.
Lu Qingmian stared at Jiang Jinyue with his dark eyes, his gaze slowly swept across Jiang Jinyue's face, and then looked at the wings behind Jiang Jinyue.
"Jiang Jinyue," Lu Qingmian's voice softened. "Do you mind letting me see your wings? Since I want to help you heal, I have to get to know you better."
Jiang Jinyue leaned against the armrest of the sofa, tugging at the corner of his clothes with his fingertips. His heartbeat, which had just stabilized a little, began to fluctuate again: "How... to look?"
Lu Qingmian withdrew his hand from the back of the sofa, his aura subsided, and he took out a pen from his pocket and said, "I won't touch you directly."
Jiang Jinyue was a little hesitant. He looked at the pen in Lu Qingmian's hand. The pen body was made of a round, cold metal. It was pitch black without any patterns on it, as dark as Lu Qingmian's eyes.
He didn't speak for a long time.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and the seven-colored rainbow behind Jiang Jinyue slowly disappeared.
Jiang Jinyue stared at the pen in Lu Qingmian's hand for a while, then stared at Lu Qingmian's hand.
Lu Qingmian's skin color was a pale color that didn't show any light, completely different from Jiang Jinyue's milky white. The black pen held in his hand was like the collision of black and white marble.
Jiang Jinyue bit her lip lightly, and sat down little by little with determination, rubbing her butt slowly on the sofa, approaching Lu Qingmian very slowly.
Lu Qingmian did not urge him, but just looked at him with a pair of deep black eyes. His expression was not gentle. The sharp lines of his nose and the stretched thin lips made him look cold and unapproachable.
But Jiang Jinyue was actually a little used to it.
Lu Qingmian had the same expression when he picked up his feathers.
So he is not afraid.
Finally, Jiang Jinyue sat next to Lu Qingmian, with only about 30 centimeters between them.
30 centimeters, less than half a meter, is already the limit for Jiang Jinyue, who wants to keep a distance of dozens of meters from others.
Lu Qingmian took the pen and gently tapped Jiang Jinyue's shoulder. "Turn around and face away from me."
Jiang Jinyue shuddered as the cold touch touched his shoulder. He glanced at Lu Qingmian cautiously with his clear eyes, then turned away slowly.
The wings had poked two holes in Jiang Jinyue's clothes on the back. The fabric, which was not of good quality to begin with, was now in tatters. The two holes had grown bigger, revealing the milky white skin near the base of the wings.
Lu Qingmian held the pen and slowly approached the base of Jiang Jinyue's wings, but stopped when he was one or two centimeters away from Jiang Jinyue's skin.
Jiang Jinyue had been waiting for the touch that was about to come, but the touch did not come for a long time, leaving his heart hanging in the air, shaky, holding his breath, nervous and unbearable.
"Are you ready?" Lu Qingmian's voice was cold, but it was like a magic needle that stabilized Jiang Jinyue's heart, making it feel a little more stable.
"Wow...hmm." Jiang Jinyue's answer was uncertain.
"Then wait a little longer?" Lu Qingmian asked.
Jiang Jinyue wanted to nod, but he didn't expect that Lu Qingmian, who said to wait a little longer, suddenly put the pen in his hand against his skin, and the round pen cap gently rested on the connection between the wings and shoulder blades.
"Ah!" A short exclamation was bitten back between Jiang Jinyue's lips as soon as it came out.
Jiang Jinyue's wings began to tremble, not vigorously, but hard to ignore.
He quietly straightened his back, trying to stay away from the touch of the pen.
The feeling was very strange. He knew clearly that the touch did not come from Lu Qingmian, but only from the pen, but Jiang Jinyue's heart was still beating like a drum.
The pen was very cold and moved slowly down along the skin at the base of the wings, but it was unable to cool down Jiang Jinyue's slightly red skin.
A strawberry was crushed in the milky white, and Jiang Jinyue was like a cup of strawberry milk that was constantly heating up.
Lu Qingmian's cold voice came from behind Jiang Jinyue: "When did you first grow wings?"
"It was that night... the night you fell." Jiang Jinyue's voice was soft. He barely answered the question and immediately bit his lower lip tightly. He was afraid that he would make some strange noises.
Lu Qingmian paused, something flashing in his dark eyes.
He used a little force, and the cold pen left a shallow mark on the skin, and the pen body gradually became stained with Jiang Jinyue's warmth.
Jiang Jinyue supported himself on the sofa with his hands, bent his waist down into an incredible arc.
Not only his wings, but even his waist began to tremble, causing his wings to flutter as if he would spread his wings and fly away at any time.
Lu Qingmian had no choice but to lean forward and move closer.
The pen runs along the base of one wing all the way to the other wing.
"How did you fold your wings last time?" Lu Qingmian asked.
This time, Jiang Jinyue not only felt the touch of the pen on her skin, but also felt Lu Qingmian's hot breath.
The breath was so close that it felt like it would touch his skin immediately, burning.
"I don't know. My wings disappeared after I woke up." Jiang Jinyue said in panic.
He almost fell on the sofa, but the pen was still clinging to him and he couldn't get away from it.
Not only the pen, but also Lu Qingmian's breathing.
Jiang Jinyue turned his head and saw a big hand supporting the sofa next to him. Because he lay down, Lu Qingmian was almost half-kneeling on the sofa close to him.
Lu Qingmian lowered his eyes, watching the black pen moving across Jiang Jinyue's milky white skin. He spoke in a low voice, "Your skin doesn't have any wounds. It's unreasonable for these wings to be retracted into your body."
Jiang Jinyue thought that the super invincible Mary Sue golden finger in his mind was the most unreasonable!
But he didn't dare to say that he had a golden finger in his head, for he was afraid that Lu Qingmian would want to see his brain.
Lu Qingmian gently pressed the tip of the pen into the soft feather, and then lifted it slightly upwards along the base of the feather.
The base of the feathers was sensitive to begin with, and after being prodded by Lu Qingmian, Jiang Jinyue completely collapsed on the sofa due to exhaustion.
But he didn't expect Lu Qingmian to also lie on his back.
This time, he was not just touched by the pen. Lu Qingmian's cheek was pressed tightly against the base of Jiang Jinyue's wings, his chest pressed against his back, and his breath flowed directly onto his skin through the holes in his clothes.
"Ah--" The voice that Jiang Jinyue had been suppressing finally spilled out from his throat, but the person lying on his back did not move, as if he had heard nothing.
"Lu Qingmian..." Jiang Jinyue's voice was shaking, and she was about to cry out loud, "Get up quickly..."
Lu Qingmian still didn't move. His arm dropped down, and the pen in his hand fell, rolling far away on the ground.
Jiang Jinyue was already feeling weak from the pen, and the overly direct contact made him lose all his strength.
His mask was still on his face, his rapid breathing was muffled by the mask, and his glasses were fogged up.
Jiang Jinyue took off his mask, afraid of the hallucinations and suffocation that might appear at any time.
He urged repeatedly: "Lu Qingmian, get up, get up quickly..."
But Lu Qingmian didn't move at all.
Jiang Jinyue was extremely frightened. He used all his strength to flap his wings violently, and forcibly pushed Lu Qingmian, who was lying on his back, away.
Because he was fanned too hastily, Lu Qingmian was fanned off the sofa and his head hit the coffee table with a "bang" sound.
Jiang Jinyue quickly got up and jumped out a long distance.
It was only when he huddled in the corner and looked at the sofa again that he realized something was wrong.
Lu Qingmian lay on the ground, motionless for a long time.
Jiang Jinyue was in a panic, wondering if Lu Qingmian had just bumped into the coffee table and got hurt.
He recalled carefully again, and it seemed that something was wrong since Lu Qingmian lay on his back.
Jiang Jinyue rubbed back to Lu Qingmian, picked up the pen and poked Lu Qingmian's shoulder.
Lu Qingmian lay very quietly, without any reaction at all.
Jiang Jinyue was so scared that he dropped his pen and without caring about anything else, he immediately grabbed Lu Qingmian's clothes and turned him over.
When I turned over, I saw Lu Qingmian with a frown on his face, flushed, and sweat on his forehead.
Jiang Jinyue carefully touched Lu Qingmian's forehead through his sleeve and found it was burning hot.
Lu Qingmian has a fever!
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