Chapter 80: You are hot, you are the hottest

Shi Yang looked up at the ceiling, trying hard not to let tears fall.

Oh my God, why am I sick again on the weekend? Does this make sense?

This body is just fragile. It must have caught a cold because of the cold wind when it came back in Qin Yelan's broken convertible.

His throat was so dry that it was about to smoke. Shi Yang reached out tremblingly to pick up the water glass on the bedside table, tilted his head back and drank the remaining half glass of cold water in one gulp.

After drinking the water, he forced himself to get out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out dazedly, holding onto the wall.

It was the middle of the night and the villa was quiet.

Shi Yang sneezed, rubbed his nose uncomfortably, and planned to go downstairs to find some antipyretic medicine.

Who knew that when I walked downstairs to the living room, I found that the lights inside were on.

Shi Yang held onto the wall and walked slowly inside, only to see a familiar figure sitting in front of the sofa with a medicine box on the coffee table.

Qin Yelan heard the footsteps and reacted a little late before turning his head to look over.

The two looked at each other from a distance that was neither far nor close, and each saw the other's haggard face and the abnormal blush on his cheeks.

They're just like two unlucky eggs, a complete nemesis.

At the same time, they both closed their eyes and sneezed loudly.

There was a dead silence.

Shi Yang: "..."

Qin Yelan: “…”

After a brief silence, Shi Yang was the first to look away, sniffing as he walked towards Qin Yelan.

He sat down next to Qin Yelan, raised his hand and touched his forehead, his head was dizzy and his speech was unclear: "Brother Yelan, why are you mad too?"

After finishing, he touched his forehead and compared it with mine. "But it's not as sexy as mine."

"..." Qin Ye's temples were throbbing, and he almost laughed out loud, "You're coquettish, you're the coquettishest."

Shi Yang opened the medical box and searched for fever-reducing medicine inside, mumbling to himself, "It's all your fault. You were trying to show off by driving that broken sports car. Are you feeling better now?"

Qin Yelan raised his hands to lift up his messy hair and leaned back against the sofa crookedly.

He half closed his eyelids and weakly retorted in a hoarse voice: "That's because I gave you my coat. How can you not catch a cold wearing only a single layer of clothing?"

"Blame me?"

Shi Yang found the antipyretic medicine, took out two pills from it, and stuffed them into Qin Yelan's palm.

He hummed twice and then retorted: "If it was Brother Qin Zhuo, he wouldn't catch a cold even if he took off all his clothes and gave them to me to wear."

Even though Shi Yang's voice was hoarse, he could still chatter in his duck voice: "Brother Ye Lan, you are so big, why are you still so weak?"

Qin Yelan's eyes turned dark and he put the antipyretic medicine directly into his mouth without even drinking water, intending to swallow it down forcefully.

However, before he could swallow it, Shi Yang pinched his cheek and said, "Don't be in a hurry to eat it, be careful not to choke to death."

Then he poured another glass of water and passed it over.

Qin Yelan stared at the person in front of him, his eyes suddenly became subtle. He took the cup of water, raised his head and took a sip.

His Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed the medicine with warm water.

The next second, Shi Yang's hoarse voice rang in my ears again: "I go to the gym late at night every day to lift weights, but there is no effect."

The subtle emotions in Qin Ye'an's eyes disappeared instantly. He lowered his head and pinched his eyebrows, "Shut your little mouth and go find your brother Qin Zhuo."

Shi Yang glanced at him and muttered softly, "The defense has been broken."

“…”

Qin Yelan had completely lost the means and strength to resist. His body was sick, but his mouth was still alive and kicking.

Shi Yang poured himself another cup of warm water before swallowing the antipyretic medicine.

After taking the medicine, he leaned his head against the sofa like Qin Yelan.

The two of them lay side by side on the sofa, like two salted fish, half dead and sleeping soundly.

After an unknown amount of time, Shi Yang felt even worse. He had a dizzy head, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and nausea.

He tugged at Qin Yelan's sleeve and said in a sickly voice with a heavy nasal tone: "Brother Yelan, I still feel uncomfortable..."

Qin Yelan closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

Shi Yang tugged at his sleeve again, "Brother Ye Yan, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said you were fake. You are a hundred times better than Brother Qin Zhuo."

The veins on Qin Ye's forehead twitched slightly, and then he pulled the corners of his mouth, "Compared with your Uncle Qin?"

Shi Yang silently let go of his hand, picked up the water cup on the table, and drank a sip of water pretending nothing had happened.

"This water is really... water."

But I dare not say bad things about old men.

Qin Yelan, this big mouth, will exaggerate and tell his uncle about it the next day.

Seeing Shi Yang's reaction, Qin Yelan was almost laughing out of anger again. He crossed his arms and turned his face to the other side, closing his eyelids and said lazily: "If you feel uncomfortable, then find a way yourself."

Shi Yang: "I want to vomit."

Qin Yelan remembered what happened last time and immediately became alert, "Don't spit on my clothes."

Shi Yang was too lazy to bother with Qin Yelan. He thought for a moment, then stood up by the sofa backrest, "If you don't care about me, I'll go find Uncle Qin."

It's not like she hasn't tried knocking on Qin Yanchuan's door in the middle of the night before, and even managed to fall on the old man and take advantage of him.

Shi Yang became excited when he thought about this, and even quickened his pace towards the elevator.

Qin Yelan looked over and saw Shi Yang already holding onto the wall, walking crookedly for more than ten meters.

This good-for-nothing... Qin Yelan sighed in his heart, then stood up and walked over. After a while, he caught up with Shi Yang.

"What are you doing here?"

Qin Yelan could have called his family doctor over with just one phone call, but he didn't because he wanted to watch the show again.

"I'm looking for my uncle too."

So, the two of them entered the elevator one after the other and went straight to the third floor.

The third floor was even quieter. The lights in the corridor lit up with the sound of footsteps, and Shi Yang found Qin Yanchuan's bedroom with ease.

There was no light coming through the crack in the door, and the light inside was off.

At this point in time, Qin Yanchuan has already rested.

Qin Yelan leaned against the wall, leaned on his arm and looked at Shi Yang, "And then?"

Then, he watched Shi Yang sit on the floor skillfully, raised his hand and knocked on the door, pursed his dry lips, and then shouted sickly into the room:

"Uncle Qin, wake up, Uncle Qin..."

"I know you're in there, Uncle Qin."

"Ahem... Uncle Qin, please don't sleep too deeply, Uncle Qin."

"Uncle Qin, my body is on fire, please get up and help me put out the fire..."

Qin Yelan: “…”

Shi Yang sneezed, then looked up at him, "Brother Ye Lan, don't just stand there, come and knock on the door."

Qin Yelan was silent for two seconds, then sat on the other side of the door, bent his fingers and knocked on the door, and shouted inside with a trembling voice: "Uncle, wake up, uncle..."

Shi Yang: "It's dawn, get up quickly, Uncle Qin!"

Qin Yeyan: "Uncle, it will be dark if you don't get up, uncle..."