Fu Yan saw him trembling and really wanted to go over and hug him.
But he was also afraid that Xiao Xin would kick him out.
He had no choice but to get up and fetch the blanket from the next room, and put an extra blanket over Xiao Xin.
The air conditioner heats up very slowly, so the room doesn't get warm for a long time.
Fu Yan rested his hands behind his head and glanced at Xiao Xin, who was trembling beside him.
He himself was fine, but it was Xiao Xin who was the problem...
Fu Yan subtly moved a little closer to Xiao Xin, closing the gap between the two blankets. He glanced at Xiao Xin, who was unresponsive, and thought he would go over and hug him later when Xiao Xin fell asleep.
Xiao Xin sensed Fu Yan's subtle movements, but he remained frozen, his head throbbing with pain, and he couldn't care less about anything else.
He had slept in the same bed with boys before, but none of them were like Fu Yan, who always liked to stick close to him.
Xiao Xin had no choice; he couldn't care less about anything else right now. After taking the medicine, his mind was even more drowsy, and he couldn't think about anything at all.
In less than ten minutes, Xiao Xin drifted into a dream, feeling dizzy and disoriented. He felt like an ice floe floating on a glacier, bobbing up and down, and sometimes like he was on a roller coaster, his mind heavy and disoriented.
Xiao Xin frowned, her fingers gripping the corner of the blanket tightly, feeling so uneasy that she felt like she was drowning in this dream.
Fu Yan called his name softly twice from the side, and when he didn't respond, she boldly pressed herself against Xiao Xin's back.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, Fu Yan holding Xiao Xin close as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
He held Xiao Xin's uneasy hand and gently stroked it, as if to soothe Xiao Xin's inner unease.
In the middle of the night, Xiao Xin had a high fever, her head throbbing, and she was drenched in sweat. Her lips were slightly parted as she softly groaned, "Xiao He..."
Fu Yan felt the person in his arms move slightly and opened his eyes a crack.
He held Xiao Xin's hand and asked softly, "What are you saying, brother..."
“Yun…Zhou…He…” Xiao Xin’s red lips parted slightly as she murmured these three words repeatedly.
Fu Yan heard those three words clearly and felt a sudden pang in his heart.
He turned on the bedside lamp and saw Xiao Xin frowning in pain, her face flushed red from illness, and her bangs soaked with sweat.
Especially her lips, which were becoming increasingly red and looked... very kissable.
Fu Yan's mind wandered, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy. When he saw Xiao Xin's pained expression, his first reaction was not heartache, but excitement.
Along with the excitement, his body also felt it...
Fu Yan shook his head, clearing his mind of the jumbled thoughts, got up, went into the bathroom, and wet a towel with warm water.
Fu Yan took a hot towel and walked to the bedside, gently wiping the sweat from Xiao Xin's forehead.
Xiao Xin suddenly grabbed his wrist, closed her eyes, and murmured, "He, Yunzhou..."
Fu Yan's grip on the towel tightened slightly, his eyes clouded with gloom.
He pried Xiao Xin's hand off his wrist and gripped it tightly in return: "Yes, I'm here..."
Throughout the rest of the night, Fu Yan held Xiao Xin tightly in his arms. In the darkness, Fu Yan's mind was filled with Xiao Xin's pained expression and her low moans of agony...
As expected, Fu Yan had a strange dream. The next morning, his pajama bottoms were soaked with sweat, and he was covered in sweat, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
He threw back the covers and stared blankly at himself for a long time, completely bewildered.
Xiao Xin was awakened by his movements, feeling a little cold, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing? I'm cold..."
When Fu Yan saw Xiao Xin wake up, he panicked and immediately covered Xiao Xin with the blanket, then hurriedly rolled out of bed.
He grabbed his change of clothes and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.
The anger that had subsided began to resurface and gather in his lower abdomen when he thought of Xiao Xin's face.
The head injury had almost healed and he could get it wet. After taking a bath, Fu Yan washed the clothes that were in the basin.
Only after he had done all this did he open the bathroom door.
As soon as the door opened, Fu Yan saw Xiao Xin standing at the door.
Fu Yan panicked, quickly hiding the clothes behind her back, her eyes darting around: "Brother, you, what are you doing here..."
Although he had already washed those clothes, he still felt a guilty unease, like someone who had done something wrong.
Xiao Xin glanced at him listlessly, not noticing his flustered expression: "Nonsense, what else would I do in the bathroom besides take a shower..."
Xiao Xin had worked up a sweat last night and felt sticky and uncomfortable all over; all she wanted to do now was take a shower.
When Fu Yan was asked this question, he suddenly remembered the time when the two of them were in the bathtub.
"It can still..." he stammered.
Xiao Xin didn't want to listen to his nonsense, rolled her eyes at him, and pulled him out of the bathroom: "Stop talking, I want to take a shower..."
Fu Yan suddenly seemed to remember something and abruptly grabbed Xiao Xin's wrist.
Xiao Xin turned to look at him: "?"
Fu Yan felt a tightness in his chest as he was stared at, and subconsciously lowered his eyes.
He took Xiao Xin's hand, looked at the tips of his shoes, and explained, "Brother, I can't take a shower right after my fever breaks..."
Xiao Xin suddenly exclaimed "Oh!" in realization; his mind was still foggy and he hadn't noticed that.
I didn't expect Fu Yan to remember it so clearly.
He countered Fu Yan's question, "Didn't you lose your memory? How do you still remember something like this?"
Fu Yan shook his head and explained, "I've only seen it somewhere, but I can't remember the specifics."
Xiao Xin pulled her hand away from his: "Okay, I understand. I won't wash, I'll just wipe myself with a towel."
"Oh." Fu Yan withdrew his hand, turned around and silently left the bathroom door.
He looked at the closed bathroom door and the clothes he had just wrung out of the water, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Xiao Xin didn't ask him, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain the dream he had.
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After being sick for a week, Xiao Xin finally recovered.
The schedule Yu Muqing gave him said that this Wednesday was the day Fu Yan would start school.
One day during a meal, Xiao Xin casually mentioned this matter.
"What, going to school?" Fu Yan was shocked when he heard the news.
Doesn't that mean that the time he can see Xiao Xin out of the 24 hours in a day will be halved to 12 hours?
Xiao Xin nodded: "Yes, to go to school."
Anyway, it's not far from A University, but the alleys are a bit winding. Fu Yan has no sense of direction, so Xiao Xin is responsible for picking him up and dropping him off at school.
Seeing his worried expression, Xiao Xin raised an eyebrow: "Don't worry, there's still a month left in this semester, it won't be long."
Fu Yan's eyes flickered. "So, you mean I can see my brother every day again after a month?"
Xiao Xin glanced at him: "You're making it sound like you can't see me every day now that you're in school..."
“Yeah,” Fu Yan nodded, “When I’m at school, I don’t see my brother much, do I…”
Xiao Xin looked completely unconcerned, even a little excited: "Isn't this perfect..."
As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a fierce gaze coming from the other side.
Xiao Xin stopped in time, and when he looked up, he saw that Fu Yan's face had darkened.
Those deep, dark eyes were filled with emotions he couldn't understand.
Fu Yan said coldly, "Brother, that expression of yours makes it seem like you really want to see me go to school? You find it annoying to be with me, don't you?"
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