Chapter 48: Thousands of Miles to Coax My Boyfriend
Zhao Yan returned with the chamber pot. Yong Shaolan was still sitting on the edge of the bed. When he saw him come in, he raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on him: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Yan walked over with the chamber pot in his hand: "Can you stand up? Do you want me to help you?"
Yong Shaolan remained silent, neither agreeing nor refusing, his face devoid of any extraneous expression. When Zhao Yan reached him, he realized that Yong Shaolan looked... lonely.
Zhao Yan placed the chamber pot on the bedside, leaned over, and looked up at Yong Shaolan: "Brother Lan, what's wrong with you?"
Raising my hand, I touched his forehead: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"No," Yong Shaolan held Zhao Yan's wrist and said calmly, "Please, hold on."
"Oh..." Zhao Yan stood up, helping Yong Shaolan to his feet. When they arrived here yesterday, Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan had also half-supported each other, and at that time, he hadn't felt how heavy it was. But now, the entire weight of the man seemed to be pressing on his shoulders, almost making him lose his balance.
"Oh my god," Zhao Yan said subconsciously, and stood firm: "It's okay, it's okay."
The arm that Yong Shaolan rested on Zhao Yan's shoulder was full of veins, and the other arm was still bandaged, so all the strength of his body had to fall on the boy's shoulder.
When he stood up, he could feel that Zhao Yan used almost all his strength to support him.
Zhao Yan didn't notice that the man's face was not right: "Okay, are you feeling better?"
Yong Shaolan pursed his lips and nodded. His other hand no longer had the strength to untie his belt: "Belt."
"Oh," Zhao Yan untied Yong Shaolan's belt, stopping when only his pants were left. He hesitated for a few seconds, "Um, Brother Lan, could you stand for a moment? I'll grab the chamber pot first."
Yong Shaolan: “Yeah.”
"Hold on," Zhao Yan waited for Yong Shaolan to recover for a while, making sure he could stand steadily, before bending down to pick up the chamber pot. He faced the man, holding the chamber pot in one hand and preparing to help him untie his belt with the other: "Hey, hold on to me a little, I'll help you untie your pants."
"Um."
Yong Shaolan's hand fell on Zhao Yan's arm, and Zhao Yan then unbuttoned his pants. Although he was very uncomfortable, he still took them out and faced the chamber pot, then tilted his head slightly: "Well, okay, you pee."
As a man, Zhao Yan had never thought that one day he would hold another man's penis and help him pee... But if this person was Yong Shaolan, it wouldn't be so disgusting.
Yong Shaolan also helped him last time.
The whole process is very quick.
"Okay," Yong Shaolan's deep voice fell, and Zhao Yan shook himself, making sure it was clean before letting go.
Oh my god... I have some talent.
Zhao Yan wiped the sweat off his hands and said grumpily, "Wait a moment, I'll put the chamber pot down and tie your clothes."
Yong Shaolan didn't say anything, so Zhao Yan took it as his agreement. After putting down the chamber pot, he squatted down to pick up Yong Shaolan's pants... After pulling them up, he tied them up for him layer by layer: "Okay, okay, lie down and rest. I'll get you something to eat."
After that, Zhao Yan helped Yong Shaolan sit down, sweating from exhaustion. Zhao Yan wanted to leave, but Yong Shaolan suddenly grabbed his wrist, then suddenly let go. Zhao Yan frowned, thinking that something was wrong with Yong Shaolan, and asked, "Brother Lan, what's wrong with you?"
Yong Shaolan pinched his brows and said, "It's okay."
Zhao Yan: “…”
It doesn't look like he's okay.
"You are busy." Yong Shaolan said.
I have never been so embarrassed in front of others.
Yong Shaolan thought so.
Will it be troublesome?
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine after a good sleep." After saying that, Yong Shaolan supported himself on the bed, lay down, turned sideways to the inside of the bed, and closed his eyes.
Zhao Yan frowned, put the chamber pot down again, walked over to Yong Shaolan, sat beside the bed, and leaned forward, "Brother Lan, do you feel like you're bothering me?"
Yong Shaolan frowned, opened his eyes, and met Zhao Yan's clear eyes: "...No."
"Did what I said irritate you?" Zhao Yan pursed his lips, "Sorry."
Zhao Yan frowned and seriously reflected on his overly direct way of speaking. "I don't mean to dislike you. Really, I can't thank you enough, Brother Lan."
Yong Shaolan said again: "No."
true and false?
After saying that, Zhao Yan felt that Yong Shaolan wouldn't get angry just because of a few words from him. He thought about it, someone like Yong Shaolan...a child of destiny? Maybe he didn't want him to see his vulnerable side?
Yeah?
Zhao Yan pursed his lips and said, "Well, I'm going to empty the chamber pot first. Wait for me for a few minutes."
"Yeah." Yong Shaolan lowered his eyes.
Zhao Yan quickly cleared the chamber pot and washed his hands. The whole process took less than fifteen minutes. When he returned to his room, he closed the door, took off his shoes, and climbed onto the bed. "I'm here, Brother Lan!"
Yong Shaolan has a serious fever, at least 40 degrees Celsius. In addition, he has wounds on his body, so he must be feeling very uncomfortable now.
To coax my boyfriend.
Zhao Yan crawled to the inside of the bed, and burrowed into Yong Shaolan's arms, wrapping his arms around his waist. "If you can't eat, I'll hold you and sleep for a while. We can eat at noon."
The young man's furry head forced its way onto Yong Shaolan's chest, his bright eyes curved towards him, and a smile revealed a row of white teeth: "Okay?"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
Zhao Yan was trying to please him.
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Zhao Yan's pointed chin. He raised his hand and pinched it. Zhao Yan suddenly pursed his lips and kissed him. He tasted his soft lips lightly, with a faint body fragrance.
"I knew you liked kissing."
"Are you satisfied?"
"Do you want to have another one with your brother?"
Yong Shaolan cleared his throat and his eyes were pale.
Zhao Yan didn't shy away from meeting Yong Shaolan's gaze at all, and even took the initiative to rub his nose with the tip of her nose: "Alright, alright, Miss, go and have a rest."
"Hmm..." The moment Zhao Yan opened his lips, Yong Shaolan, who was lying peacefully, suddenly leaned over and pressed down on him, pressing Zhao Yan firmly under him.
Very aggressive.
Yong Shaolan seemed to have put all his strength into this movement. As soon as he pressed forward, he suddenly ran out of strength, and most of his weight was absorbed by Zhao Yan.
"Oh, so heavy... ha..." Zhao Yan was caught off guard and shackled, with the strong body pressed against him. It would be a lie to say that it was not heavy, but it was still acceptable.
Yong Shaolan rested his elbows on both sides of his shoulders, but it was almost useless.
"What... aren't you taking a break for no reason?" Zhao Yan freed his hands and cupped Yong Shaolan's cheeks. The man's untied long hair hung down on his cheeks, tickling him. "Do you still want a kiss?"
Yong Shaolan frowned, as if trying to stay rational, and a hot kiss fell, and their tongues soon entangled together.
Zhao Yan was forced to open his mouth, his tongue was sucked in, and Yong Shaolan licked it again and again: "Um...ha...don't...don't kiss me..."
The tongue is about to be eaten.
Yong Shaolan used all his strength in this kiss, and in a moment his head felt like it was being hammered by a hammer. He frowned and whispered in Zhao Yan's ear: "Zhao Yan."
"Well, I..." Zhao Yan grabbed Yong Shaolan's shoulders and spit out his tongue that was numb from being sucked: "I'm here."
"It's uncomfortable." Yong Shaolan said solemnly.
Zhao Yan was held firmly by Yong Shaolan. Even though he was a little breathless, he stroked his back and soothed him, "I, I know. You take a rest. I'll stay with you."
"Yeah." After a long time, Yong Shaolan finally said this.
"Don't leave, stay with me."
Yong Shaolan said, propping himself up on the bed, lying on the inside of it, and holding Zhao Yan's hand, "I need you."
Need him?
Zhao Yan pursed his lips, took two deep breaths, lay flat on the bed, and turned his head to look at Yong Shaolan, who was weak and a little decadent beside him.
Yong Shaolan needs him?
Is he needed?
My heart felt like it was suddenly electrocuted, and my senses were magnified.
It's a wonderful feeling.
He is actually needed by Yong Shaolan?
Zhao Yanren let Yong Shaolan hold his wrist, turned over, and looked at him, "Don't worry, I'll be here with you and won't go anywhere."
"Um."
Soon, the man beside him let out a gentle gasp.
Zhao Yan fell asleep at some point and slept until noon. He was awakened by rustling sounds in the yard.
Zhao Yan stood up and took away Yong Shaolan's hand that was holding his wrist, and touched the man's head, but found that it was still as hot.
Yong Shaolan's brows were furrowed, as if he had an unresolved knot. Zhao Yan watched for a moment, then, as if possessed, reached out and pressed between his brows, his fingertips burning.
The electric current flows from the fingertips to the limbs and bones.
"Like a sick beauty." Zhao Yan pulled his hand back, his eyes averted from Yong Shaolan's cheek. He slid his dry throat uncomfortably, his movements becoming choppy. "I'll go see if Brother Wang is back."
The young man stumbled out of bed, put on his shoes and socks, and tucked the quilt in for Yong Shaolan. Only then did he feel relieved, "People with a fever are most afraid of the cold."
Yong Shaolan would not respond to Zhao Yan, but he still said to himself: "You have to get better soon."
After saying this, Zhao Yan really left the room. Pushing open the door, Wang Dayong was indeed back. The sturdy, dark-skinned hunter frowned and glanced at Zhao Yan, seemingly impatiently asking, "Is your man okay?"
"Not yet." Zhao Yan said, and then he took out some small change from his pocket. This was from Yong Shaolan. He went out and gave the small change to the man: "Well, we troubled Brother Wang, this money is for you."
Wang Dayong glanced at the silver in the boy's hand, said nothing, and was silent for a moment: "I went to the city today, and an official put up your portraits. I don't know about your royal family, or the princes and sons, but I know that there are many more schools in Baicheng. It was the Seventh Prince who made it possible for our children to go to school."
"I don't want your money anymore. I can't afford to offend you. When your husband is better, leave and don't bring trouble to our village." Wang Dayong said, and then he took out two bags of herbs from his pocket and the silver Zhao Yan gave him yesterday. He only gave him the silver: "I'll boil some medicine for your husband, you just take care of him."
Zhao Yan didn't know what to say for a moment. After Wang Dayong rushed into the kitchen, he murmured, "...Thank you very much."
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