Chapter 30: Don't Be Coquettish

Qin Yanchuan didn't plan to stay with Shi Yang for long, so he stood up and was about to leave.

"Uncle Qin, don't walk so fast."

Shi Yang suddenly reached out and tugged at the corner of Qin Yanchuan's clothes. He was holding the big rat carrying the turtle on its back in his arms, looking at the other party eagerly.

"I'm so hot, can you help me cool down physically?"

Qin Yanchuan lowered his eyes and looked over. "Physical cooling?"

While speaking, he pushed away Shi Yang's hand that was holding the corner of his clothes without leaving a trace.

Shi Yang's eyelashes trembled a few times, and after a while of letting her emotions build, she said sheepishly, "Just use a wet towel to wipe my body."

Hearing this, Qin Yanchuan suddenly bent down slightly and moved closer to the person lying on the bed. His light-colored eyes were filled with deep emotions, as if he was smiling, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes.

The man's face, which had a 360-degree view without any blind spots, suddenly enlarged before his eyes, bringing a strong visual impact, and Shi Yang's consciousness rolled under his Adam's apple.

Qin Yanchuan looked like he was smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes. There was a hint of amusement in his words, but they made people feel cold:

"Tell me, how do you wipe it?"

Shi Yang suddenly swallowed nervously and said, "No more, no more."

Qin Yanchuan stood up straight and resumed his cold attitude. "Then have a good rest."

Having said that, he left the room without looking back and closed the door neither lightly nor heavily.

Shi Yang immediately deflated and lay on the bed like a dead dog. He didn't even want to move a finger and slept soundly.

It was already troublesome to be sick, and now I had to compete with the old man in wits and courage, and then he died.

the next day.

Shi Yang received two bottles of fluid in the middle of the night and slept for a while. When it was daybreak, he felt better and not feeling so bad anymore.

Today is Saturday and he doesn't have to go to class, so he continues to lie quietly in bed.

When Wang's mother learned that Shi Yang was ill, she ran over to take a look. Seeing that he was sleeping as if he had been dead for three days, she checked his breathing out of concern.

As long as you're not dead, that's enough.

Although it was Saturday, Qin Zhuo's biological clock was very accurate. He still got up at 7:30 in the morning. After a simple wash, he went to the gym downstairs and exercised for more than half an hour.

Coming out of the gym, Qin Yanchuan happened to come back from his morning run outside, and Qin Zhao called out, "Uncle."

Qin Yanchuan ran nearly ten kilometers outside and sweated a lot, but he didn't seem to be tired at all.

He picked up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat off his face, then said to his nephew, "Qin Zhuo, Shi Yang is sick. Go and take care of him when you are free."

After a pause, he added, "After all, there is a 50% chance that he will be your significant other in the future."

These words sound like an elder patiently admonishing a younger one.

Of course, how much sincerity there is in this or how much of it depends on the lively attitude, only the parties involved know it clearly.

Qin Zhuo: "Uncle, you know very well that it's impossible for him and I to be together."

"Who can predict what will happen in the future?" Qin Yanchuan raised his hand and patted his nephew's shoulder, then walked upstairs.

Qin Qi went back to the bedroom, took a shower, and after having breakfast, he finally listened to his uncle and went to Shi Yang's room.

He didn't care about Shi Yang, he just took a symbolic look and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Shi Yang woke up at this moment and shouted hoarsely to the young man's back: "Wait."

Qin Juan stopped and turned to look over.

In my sight, the person who was originally sleeping in the bed has sat up, leaning listlessly against the head of the bed, holding an ugly rat doll in his arms, with his chin resting on the doll's head.

His hair was messy, with some tufts sticking up.

Qin Qi just looked at Shi Yang without saying a word, waiting for the other party to speak first.

Shi Yang raised his eyelids listlessly and looked over, then began to order people around in a righteous manner: "Brother Qin Zhuo, I'm thirsty. Hurry up and pour me a glass of water. Otherwise, it's neither lukewarm nor hot."

There is also a hint of coquettishness in it.

I heard that the fever reached 39.5 degrees last night, and now you still have time to complain.

Qin Zhu frowned slightly, then turned back, picked up the cup on the bedside table, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Shi Yang.

Shi Yang was really thirsty. He took a few sips of water from the cup before he calmed down. He muttered in a muffled voice:

"It's all your fault. You were driving so fast last night. I told you to slow down but you didn't listen. I almost died of cold."

Qin Qi pursed his lips slightly and said the same words: "No one forces you."

"No one forced me to do this, I'm happy to ride in your car," Shi Yang looked up at Qin Qi's emotionless face, "and hug your waist and lean on your back."

Although Shi Yang's complexion was not very good due to illness, his eyes and eyebrows were lively and vivid when he spoke, and there was a little pride that came from nowhere.

"How comfortable! I'll sit here again next time."

"Oh, by the way, I am the only one allowed to sit on the back of your motorcycle. No one else can sit there, understand?"

Qin Qi didn't respond for a long time. His expressionless face didn't reveal what he was thinking at the moment. He must be trying to poison Shi Yang's chattering mouth into muteness.

As long as Shi Yang is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

He crossed his arms and frowned in dissatisfaction, "I knew you would be like this. You ignored me after talking for a long time. Are you secretly cursing me in your heart?"

"Still not talking? Did I hit the nail on the head?"

As Shi Yang was talking, he felt thirsty again, so he picked up the cup and drank some water.

Qin Zhuo stood there and watched his every move silently, then he opened his tightly pursed lips and finally gave a little response:

"Don't act like a spoiled brat. I won't fall for it."

“Ahem…”

Shi Yang was almost scolded. He raised his hand to wipe the wet corners of his mouth and put the cup of water on the bedside table. "When will I..."

Before he could finish his words, Qin Qi turned and left.

Shi Yang stared at the direction the latter left for two seconds, then fell weakly on the bed, pulled the ears of the Pikachu doll, and thought it was really inexplicable.

He was clearly maintaining the original owner's character of being unruly and unreasonable, so how come he became a spoiled child in Qin Juan's eyes?

No, I feel dizzy and want to die.

Qin Yelan's daily routine was not that regular. He slept until almost noon and got up, which was exactly lunch time.

The uncle and nephew sat at the dining table, eating lunch quietly as usual. Without the presence of a certain mischievous person, the atmosphere in the restaurant was very peaceful, so peaceful that it made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Qin Yelan stopped eating when he was about 70% full. He put down the cutlery in his hand and asked casually, "Why is there so much food left today?"

To this, Wang's mother replied: "The good-for-nothing is not here today."

Qin Yelan: “…”

That makes sense.

Qin Ye'an raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly he felt a little interested. He then stood up and said, "Uncle, you guys take your time eating."

After coming out of the restaurant, he went straight to the second floor to see the sick glutton.