Chapter 157: I Feed You

Although Shi Yang fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed, he was worried about something and did not sleep well.

He had a dream. In the dream, after Qin Chuan was rejected by him, his temperament changed drastically. He opposed Qin Yanchuan everywhere, and the uncle and nephew fought to the death.

He was also captured by Qin Qi and locked up in a small dark room...

Shi Yang didn't know how the plot developed afterwards because he had already woken up.

The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom were closed, and the room was dark.

Shi Yang opened his eyes dazedly and found himself still lying in Qin Yanchuan's arms, both of them sleeping in the same quilt.

The two of them lay face to face, Qin Yanchuan had one arm on his waist, and one of his hands had reached into Qin Yanchuan's clothes at some point, touching his abdominal muscles.

“…”

This feels wrong.

No, it's the temperature of the abdominal muscles that is wrong.

Shi Yang touched it twice more before retracting his hand. He looked up at the man's face that was so close to him and gently touched his thick, dark eyelashes with his fingertips.

Qin Yanchuan was still sleeping, his stern brows slightly furrowed, as if he was feeling uncomfortable.

Shi Yang raised his hand, put the back of his hand on Qin Yanchuan's forehead to feel it, then touched his own, and then probed Qin Yanchuan's.

Oh no, Yanchuaner's temperature seems a little abnormal.

Shi Yang woke Qin Yanchuan up.

Qin Yanchuan opened his eyes dazedly, and the first thing he saw was Shi Yang's familiar face full of concern, and then he heard Shi Yang's caring voice:

"Yanchuan, you are angry."

"..." Qin Yanchuan sat up with one hand on the bed. He first rubbed his shoulders and arms that were numb from the pillow, and then rubbed his swollen and painful temples.

After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice as if nothing had happened: "It's okay."

I have to say, Shi Yang sometimes really admires this old guy, who is still pretending even at this time.

"Oh, if you're all right, I'll go down first."

Qin Yanchuan suddenly frowned again, leaned against the head of the bed, and said weakly: "Something's wrong. I feel dizzy, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and nausea."

Shi Yang: "It's yours."

Who is this nice guy who makes a romantic confession to someone outdoors in the middle of the night in freezing temperatures?

A few minutes later, Shi Yang found an electronic thermometer and measured Qin Yanchuan's temperature, which was 38.5 degrees.

That’s right, Qin Yanchuan successfully caught a fever after being exposed to the cold wind all night and giving his coat to Shi Yang to wear.

The last time I had a cold and fever was three years ago.

On the contrary, Shi Yang, who was physically weak, was fine and full of energy.

He touched Qin Yanchuan's head with sympathy and said, "This time it's your turn to be sick."

"God damn it, how could my old baby get sick? Is he feeling uncomfortable? Should I call a doctor?"

"..." Qin Yanchuan closed his eyes weakly, "It's okay, just take some fever-reducing medicine."

"You need to eat something to fill your stomach before taking the medicine. Wait."

Shi Yang ran out in a flash.

After he left, Qin Yanchuan, who was originally weak, got out of bed as if nothing had happened, walked to the bathroom and simply washed up.

When he came out of the bathroom and lay back on the bed, Shi Yang came in with a bowl of steaming lean meat porridge.

"It's freshly cooked. Eat it while it's hot."

Qin Yanchuan gave Shi Yang a look and closed his eyes silently.

Shi Yang received the signal immediately. He was very good at taking care of patients. "Don't move. I'll feed you."

"Um."

Shi Yang sat on the bed with a bowl in his hand. He scooped some porridge with a porcelain spoon and blew on it carefully before passing it to Qin Yanchuan's mouth.

Qin Yanchuan cooperated and ate it.

Just keep drinking it, one spoonful after another, until the last mouthful of porridge is finished.

Shi Yang put down the bowl in his hand and considerately took a tissue to wipe Qin Yanchuan's mouth.

After finishing, he brought cold medicine and warm water, looked at the man on the bed tenderly, and said softly, "Yanchuan'er, it's time to take medicine."

Qin Yanchuan seemed to have auditory hallucinations. The voice that was calling was not from Yanchuan, but from Dalang.

He hesitated for a moment before taking the medicine and swallowing it with warm water.

Shi Yang took the cup of water and put it on the bedside table. He pressed Qin Yanchuan's shoulders, asked him to lie down, and carefully covered him with a quilt.

"Okay, now take a rest and close your eyes."

Qin Yanchuan pulled the corner of his mouth silently and coaxed him as if he were a three-year-old child.

The next second, he closed his eyes obediently.

Shi Yang remembered something, his eyes suddenly became meaningful, and his voice became gentler: "Oh, by the way, do you need me to cool you down physically?"

Qin Yanchuan: "Thank you, no need."

Shi Yang sighed in disappointment, then turned and walked into the bathroom.

He took a towel, wet it, and slightly unfolded it, then folded it neatly into a rectangle and covered Qin Yanchuan's forehead with it.

"Don't move, cool down physically."

Qin Yanchuan didn't move. Just as he was about to close his eyes, Shi Yang suddenly began to clap his hands and sing at the top of his voice:

"Lao Deng~Lao Deng~I love you~"

"Amitabha~bless you~"

"May you have a good body~"

“Healthy ~ strong!”

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

Feeling sicker.

Headache.

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In the restaurant, Qin Yelan and Shi Yang were the only ones having breakfast.

"My uncle was in good health, why did he suddenly fall ill?"

Shi Yang took a bite of the fried egg and said casually, "Who knows? I guess he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and went out to blow the cold wind all night."

"Don't think I don't know. Where did you and your uncle go last night?"

Qin Yelan put down the cutlery in his hand, narrowed his foxy eyes slightly, supported his chin with one hand, and looked at Shi Yang opposite him with interest.

"Xiao Tong, didn't you and my brother go to the movies? Why did he come back alone last night, and he looked so dazed?"

Shi Yang swallowed the fried egg in his mouth with difficulty, his mind racing.

He was about to speak, but unexpectedly Qin Yelan made another click of the tongue, "You were not with my uncle last night, were you?"

Shi Yang picked up a piece of broccoli, put it into his mouth, and chewed it.

"You think too much."

"Nothing."

At this time, Qin Yanchuan, who was lying on the bed resting, had no idea that his lines had been snatched away.

Qin Yeyan: "Oh, then we are together."

Shi Yang: "..."

Just at this moment, footsteps were heard outside, followed by Qin Qi's usual silent figure walking in from outside, followed by Youzi.

Shi Yang immediately put down his fork, looked up at the ceiling, and took a napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth.

It's so busy this early in the morning.

After a set of movements, Shi Yang smiled and waved to Qin Zhu, "Good morning, Brother Qin Zhu."

Brother Qin Zhuan's expression was no different from usual, except that he had no expression.

"morning."

After saying this, Qin Zhuo pulled out a chair and sat next to Shi Yang.

The servant brought breakfast and he picked up the cutlery and started to eat.

Shi Yang withdrew his gaze and continued eating.

Qin Yelan leaned lazily against the chair, holding an unused pair of chopsticks in his hand, casually spinning them flexibly between his fingertips, his eyes looking back and forth between the two people opposite him.

It's not right. Nine times out of ten it's not right.