Chapter 27 Cat, Tiger and Fox
Pei Heng had a bizarre dream.
In his dream, he turned into a round, snow-white kitten, trapped in an endless, cold snow-capped mountain.
The cold wind blew up the snow foam, and the little paws shivered with cold. Although it had a small body, it was very brave and it struggled in the snow with its neck stretched out, taking one deep step and one shallow step.
Then, a giant fox appeared, stunningly beautiful and warm.
The fox's wet nose rubbed against his soft belly without any explanation.
The kitten lost its balance and fell backward, rolling several times in the snow, its fur standing on end with anger.
This was a terrible thing. The kitten was furious and its small body swelled up. The snowball instantly turned into a majestic tiger.
The tiger pinned the fox into the snow with one claw.
But the fox was not panicked at all. Instead, it took advantage of the situation and crawled under the furry tiger's belly, digging its way hard until its belly felt itchy and heat seeped in continuously, becoming hotter and hotter.
It’s getting hotter and hotter…
It's hot.
Pei Heng opened his eyes blankly. The burning heat in the dream seemed to have not dissipated yet, clinging tightly to his skin.
He lowered his eyes and saw that it was not a fox, but Shen Shi.
He didn't know when this person had snuggled into his arms again, forehead against his, breathing heavy and hot.
Pei Heng frowned, and most of the remaining sleepiness flew away.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips touching Shen Shi's forehead, which was burning hot.
"Chen Shi?" Pei Heng gently pushed his shoulder.
The person in his arms hummed in a daze, his long eyelashes trembled a few times, and he reluctantly opened his eyes.
Before Shen Shi regained consciousness, he felt Pei Heng's push and rejection, but instead he arched his back into his arms, his nose rubbing against the fabric of his pajamas at the collar, making indistinct murmurs and trying to rub against him.
Pei Heng didn't let him succeed. He pressed his palm on his hot forehead to calm his restless head.
"Don't move, Shen Shi, you have a fever."
Shen Shi's hazy eyes became clearer. After he understood what he heard, he subconsciously shrank back to create some distance. His voice was hoarse and soft.
"...Well, I don't want to infect you."
When the scorching heat source left his arms, Pei Heng felt inexplicably empty in his arms.
He threw back the covers and got out of bed, "Wait."
In the small living room, Zhou Jingming was holding a piece of bread in his mouth and grinning foolishly at the screen of his mobile phone.
Chen Yu was already dressed and checking his backpack. Seeing Pei Heng coming out, Chen Yu pushed his glasses and handed him the toast.
"morning."
"Good morning," Pei Heng asked, "Brother Yu, where is the thermometer? Chen Shi has a fever."
Chen Yu thought about it, put down his schoolbag, turned around and looked in the medicine box.
Zhou Jingming forgot to chew his bread and shouted, "Chen Shi has a fever? He was fine when he came back last night. Could it be that he got caught in the rain..."
He hurriedly dropped the bread and ran to the kitchen, "I'll boil a pot of hot water!"
"Neither of you should go to class today. I'll ask for leave for you. I'll give Shen Shi some hot water later. You can drink some too, as a precaution."
Pei Heng nodded, "Yeah, okay."
He took the electronic thermometer from Chen Yu and turned back to the bedroom.
Shen Shi was still lying on his side, his cheeks abnormally flushed and sickly pale.
Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and looked at Pei Heng, his eyes blurred and sick, as if covered by a layer of fog.
When Pei Heng approached with the thermometer, he cooperated by slightly turning his head.
During the few seconds of waiting, Shen Shi's eyes were glued to Pei Heng's face.
After the test, Pei Heng took it and looked at it. "38.5 degrees."
Shen Shi hummed weakly, then buried his face in Pei Heng's palm, which was still holding the thermometer, and rubbed his hot cheek against his palm.
Pei Heng's heart suddenly softened, and his voice softened a bit, "You have a fever, you need to take medicine, are you afraid of the bitter taste?"
Shen Shi shook his head, rubbing his chin against his palm, his eyes half closed, and he was exceptionally docile and obedient.
"No."
The cell phone rang, and Pei Heng just received Ling Yue's inquiry. He probably met two ministers on the road.
Pei Heng asked him to buy some antipyretic and cold medicine and send it over.
The speed of the secret guard leader is indeed extraordinary.
Pei Heng had just wrung out a towel for Shen Shi to put on his forehead when the doorbell rang.
Ling Yue stood at the door holding a paper bag, her breathing steady and her hair neatly arranged.
"Master, medicine." Ling Yue handed the bag to Pei Heng with a small box in his hand.
Pei Heng took the bag, looked at the box in his hand warily, and put his hands behind his back.
"This isn't for me."
Ling Yue: "This is for you, to prevent you from catching a cold."
really.
Since childhood, Xiao Pei has never liked swallowing pills.
Ling Yue could see it, and immediately said: "Prevention is the key, you should use it."
Pei Heng still took the capsules and swallowed them in front of Ling Yue with a frown.
There is also a sense of heroism in facing death with indifference.
Seeing him take the medicine, Ling Yue nodded and said, "I'll take my leave."
Pei Heng closed the door and looked down at the contents of the medicine bag.
In addition to common antipyretics and cold remedies, there was also a tube of ointment of a brand I had never seen before, with a line of small words printed on it: For external use, to reduce swelling and relieve pain.
Pei Heng: “?”
Pei Heng held the ointment in his hand and shook it in front of Shen Shi's eyes.
"Ling Yue bought this for you," Pei Heng looked at Shen Shi's feverish eyes. "I can understand fever-reducing and cold medicine, but this ointment for swelling...what did he buy it for?"
Shen Shi half-supported himself to sit up, but because of the fever, he was slow to react. He stared at the ointment for two seconds, then looked up at Pei Heng.
Shen Shi smiled and gently hooked his arm around Pei Heng's neck. Pei Heng leaned forward slightly, and a hoarse, smiling voice penetrated into his ears, saying a few words.
Pei Heng: “…”
Ling Yue is such a bold secret guard!
Pei Heng patted Shen Shi's head, pushed him back onto the bed, turned around and stuffed the ointment into the deepest drawer of the bedside table, hiding it tightly.
"Okay, take the medicine."
Shen Shi obediently took the cup of water, but did not take the pills. He lowered his head and took the pills into Pei Heng's hand.
The wet corners of her lips inevitably left a kiss that was not really a kiss on Pei Heng's palm.
Pei Heng's fingertips trembled, and he pressed Shen Shi's forehead, "Don't play tricks, eat it quickly."
Chen Shi uttered an "oh", slowly finished his medicine, and lay back down.
The effect of the medicine had not yet taken effect, and he was running a fever, but he felt a little better, and his eyes followed Pei Heng.
Pei Heng casually picked up the book he hadn't finished reading last night, held it upright and placed it between the two of them, trying to block out the scorching gaze.
However, the Crown Princess's eyes were too passionate, making it difficult to resist.
Pei Heng couldn't stand it any longer, so he gave him another book on the bedside table to entertain him.
Shen Shi took the book and looked at the cover. It was a thick ancient book.
She placed the book on the pillow without any interest and returned her gaze to Pei Heng, "Husband..."
His voice was hoarse, like a small brush scratching people's hearts.
Pei Heng: “…”
Pei Heng was almost defeated by him.
When he's sick, Shen Shi is a hundred times more attractive than usual.
Pei Heng sighed resignedly, put down the book in his hand, lifted the quilt and lay down next to Chen Shi.
Sure enough, as soon as he lay down, the heat source next to him came over.
Shen Shi snuggled into Pei Heng's arms, his cool breath warmed by his body temperature, weakening the cold feeling, becoming soft and sticky, like melted mint candy.
Their warm breaths intertwined, but he restrained himself from kissing her, and the corners of his lips rubbed against hers several times in an ambiguous way.
Pei Heng felt that if this continued, he would also catch fire.
He pulled the quilt over and wrapped Shen Shi tightly, trapping him.
"If you keep moving I'm going to leave. You'll just lie there alone."
The threats were apparently very effective.
The wrapped Chen Shi calmed down and leaned his forehead against Pei Heng's arms. There was still some weariness from his illness between his brows, and he fell asleep in a short while.
Pei Heng looked at his closed eyes, thought of the fox in his dream, and slightly pulled the corners of his mouth.
He took Shen Shi into his arms and patted him.
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