When Zhou Ping brought the medicine up, Shang Yan was already asleep in bed.
Slightly lifting the small bulge, Shang Yan, with his eyes tightly closed, was breathing slowly and powerfully. As the blanket was lifted, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his delicate face was serene.
Zhou Ping sighed softly, looked at the cold medicine granules he was holding, then lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Shang Yan for a while. Finally, he reached out and pinched Shang Yan's warm and delicate face. "Shang Yan, drink your medicine before you sleep."
He pinched it but there was still no reaction, so Zhou Ping moved his hand down and touched his earlobe, then gently tugged at it.
Shang Yan woke up. He opened his slightly drowsy eyes, his brown pupils glistening with moisture. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a magnified face.
"Hmm...?" He hummed softly through his nose, somewhat puzzled. "What?"
Seeing that Shang Yan's pupils had changed color, Zhou Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Shang Yan, who didn't have the memories of becoming a god, was still easy to coax. "You just got caught in the rain, drink your medicine."
He pushed the prepared cold medicine to Shang Yan's lips.
At this moment, Shang Yan was very obedient. He took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing the medicine, Shang Yan reached out and groped around the bedside, but couldn't find his phone. "Zhou Ping, where's my phone?"
Zhou Ping, who placed the empty cup on the table: ...
Ah, Shang Yan, you idiot, you lost your own phone and came to ask him for help?
Shang Yan, who was lying on the bed, reached out to lift the blanket. He couldn't find his phone on the bed, so he got out of bed and went to the wardrobe.
"It should be in the bathroom." Zhou Ping opened the bedroom door and walked towards the bathroom, where he found Shang Yan's phone.
It must have been left inside when I took a shower.
Shang Yan, who was eagerly following behind Zhou Ping, lit up when he saw his phone. Zhou Ping's heart softened, and he reached out to pat Shang Yan's head. "Don't leave it lying around. Remember to carry it with you at all times."
"If all else fails, just give it to me, I'll hold it for you." He's in charge of these things, so it's unlikely to get lost.
"...No, I can't give it to you." His phone was his lifeline; how could he not keep it in his own hands?
Shang Yan politely declined. He took the phone and ran into the bedroom, lying on the bed and looking at messages on his phone.
I don't even know how I got back from Cangnan City, but I'll send a message to Hongying and the others to let them know I'm safe first.
As soon as I turned on my phone, a flood of messages came at me.
Without exception, they all asked him where he had gone.
Don't treat me like a human being: I think Zhou Ping took me home. Sister Hongying, please tell the captain for me.
Hongying: Why didn't you tell us beforehand? We couldn't find you and we were really worried.
Don't treat me like a human being: I was wrong...
Hongying: Never mind, I know, I know.
Hongying: But is Zhou Ping watching you so closely? You've only been out for a short time, and he's already taking you back.
Upon seeing this message, Shang Yan nodded in agreement and quickly replied.
Don't treat me like a human being: I'll tell him. It's getting late, goodnight, Hongying.
Hongying: Good night.
After replying to the message, Shang Yan played with his phone for a while.
【Shangyan, aren't you hungry?】 019 remembers that Shangyan only ate breakfast today. He was struck by lightning in the afternoon, so he definitely didn't get to eat. He also didn't eat when he went to the toilet in the evening.
Shang Yan rolled over in bed, phone in hand. [Not hungry.]
He's been getting hungry later and later lately. After being chopped up yesterday, he now has the illusion that he doesn't need to eat.
019 was a little worried, but seeing that Shang Yan was in good spirits, she didn't say anything.
The bedroom door creaked open, and Zhou Ping, who had just finished showering, came in.
Glancing at the bed, he saw Shang Yan curled up there playing on his phone, his somewhat thin back facing him, the curves of his waist faintly visible.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" He took a dry towel, dried his hair, and walked to the bedside.
Upon hearing the voice, Shang Yan put down his phone and turned around. "I'll wait for you."
"...Soon." Zhou Ping silently picked up the hair dryer and started drying his hair.
A few minutes later, he reached out and squeezed Shang Yan's hand, which was placed at his side. "Are you hungry?"
During this period, not only Shang Yan noticed the abnormality in his body, but Zhou Ping also noticed it.
Shang Yan is eating less than before, and sometimes he doesn't eat at all.
"Is the food not to your liking? Why have you been eating so little lately?" He reached out and pulled Shang Yan into his arms, his calloused hand naturally resting on Shang Yan's soft abdomen.
Shang Yan felt a tickle when Zhou Ping gently pressed his abdomen. He reached out and pushed Zhou Ping away, saying, "I'm really not hungry... Don't press on me like that, it tickles."
He flinched slightly, but then seemed to remember something, snuggled closer, and buried his face in Zhou Ping's arms. "It's so late, let's go to sleep?"
Zhou Ping was still a little worried, so he asked again, "Are you really not hungry?"
"I'm not hungry," Shang Yan said, pressing her face against his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic heartbeat, her eyes half-closed.
Zhou Ping sighed and looked at the person in his arms who had closed their eyes tightly. He didn't know if they were hungry, but they were definitely sleepy.
He carried Shang Yan to the bed, wrapped his arms around Shang Yan's waist, and pulled him closer and closer until there was no space between them before he was satisfied.
The moonlight streaming through the window cast a warm, white veil over the two of them.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Shang Yan graduated. Over the years, he has been struck by lightning more and more often. With a lightning rod in hand, Shang Yan would run out almost every time it rained.
After being struck by lightning forty-nine times, he successfully advanced to the Boundless Realm. However, even after being struck by lightning more than a hundred times, he still failed to advance any further.
Having just been subjected to another baptism of lightning yesterday, Chu Changliu has returned online.
"You mean the exam for transferring from junior college to university is tomorrow, and I have to take it?" Because he was frequently struck by lightning during this period, Shang Yan's soul was much more stable than before, and Chu Changliu appeared more and more often.
Right now, Chu Changliu is sitting at a desk in the Shangjing City Library, resting his chin on his hand, his emerald eyes scanning the books on the table.
These books were all moved here by 019, who was standing on them and nodding. "Your spirit has become more and more stable lately. If not now, when?"
Chu Changliu: ...
Chu Changliu has lived for so many years and has never encountered anything like this before. He was asked to take an exam as a god right after he woke up.
Zhou Ping, who was sitting next to him, was silently watching him. When he didn't speak, Zhou Ping leaned over and whispered in his ear, "What's wrong?"
With a shimmering light in his emerald eyes, Chu Changliu gently put his arm around Zhou Ping's neck. "Let's go outside and talk."
After the two of them and the ball walked outside the library, Zhou Ping gently leaned down and asked, "What do you want to say?"
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