Chapter 81: I want a hug

It was 3:30 in the morning, late at night when even the dogs were asleep.

The lights in the bedroom were off, the curtains were closed, and there was only darkness.

Qin Yanchuan lay quietly on the bed, sleeping in a good posture, breathing evenly and long, and it was obvious that he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Even in deep sleep, he didn't sleep very deeply, and he vaguely heard knocking on the door and shouting one after another in his sleep.

It's like calling a soul.

It was like a dream, but too real.

Not long after, the eyelids of the man who was sleeping soundly on the bed moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

The knock on the door came again, this time very clearly, coming from outside the bedroom door, accompanied by a hoarse voice that was not real:

"Uncle, get up. Don't sleep any more. The sun is out."

There was another knock on the door, and this time it was another hoarse voice with a strange tone:

"Uncle Qin, if you don't get up, I'm going to be harassed to death, Uncle Qin, cough cough..."

"Uncle..."

"Uncle Qin..."

The two of them kept calling each other "Uncle Qin" in the middle of the night, as if there were some haunted creatures.

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

He sat up slowly, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and fell into a long silence in the darkness.

After a while, he reached out and turned on a bedside lamp. The dim light reflected on the man's emotionless face. His jaw line tightened a little and his facial muscles seemed to be twitching slightly.

Those light-colored eyes were deep, with a hint of restlessness from just waking up.

The noise outside continued.

Qin Yanchuan lowered his eyes, raised his hand to rub his aching temple, then he got out of bed, put on his shoes and walked outside.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Shi Yang and Qin Yelan sitting on both sides like two door gods, and they looked up at me at the same time.

Qin Yanchuan looked down at them from above, his eyes sweeping across their faces.

He also had a haggard face, pale lips, and a sickly flush on his cheeks.

Especially Shi Yang, whose eyes were burning red, sparkling with tears under the dim light, looking innocent and pitiful.

"You two..."

"Uncle Qin!" Shi Yang suddenly rushed over, stretched out his two arms and hugged Qin Yanchuan's calves, rubbed his cheek against him, and called out aggrievedly: "You finally woke up, I almost didn't have the strength to shout..."

Qin Yelan raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw this.

Then he followed suit and rushed over to hug Qin Yanchuan's other leg, "Uncle, you are sleeping so soundly."

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

Qin Yanchuan closed his eyes, his facial lines were tense with forbearance, veins on his neck bulged, and he resisted the urge to kick the two men.

He looked at his nephew, and his tone seemed gentle but contained a warning: "Ye Lan, what are you doing following him? Get up."

Although Qin Yelan was usually a little frivolous, he still didn't dare to act rashly in front of his uncle.

He let go of her hand as if nothing had happened, then stood up and brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes.

Qin Yanchuan shifted his gaze to Shi Yang and spoke clearly: "Shi Yang."

Shi Yang was like an octopus, his hands still clinging to Qin Yanchuan's calves, rubbing his head against them, and muttered half-deadly: "I can't get up, I don't have the strength, I need to be held to get up."

Qin Yanchuan lowered his eyes and stared silently at the person in front of him.

After a while, a faint laugh came from deep in the man's throat, and it was impossible to tell the emotion.

It's the usual trick that was played once last time.

Through a layer of cloth, he could even feel the hot temperature on Shi Yang's face.

Qin Yelan watched the show for a while, then suddenly took a half step forward and cast a reproachful look at Shi Yang, "Why are you clinging to your uncle? Brother Yelan will pick you up."

As he said this, he was about to bend down and pick up Shi Yang who was sitting on the ground.

Unexpectedly, before his hands touched Shi Yang, Qin Yanchuan, who had no reaction, suddenly bent down, passed his hands through Shi Yang's legs and back, and picked up Shi Yang horizontally before him.

Qin Yelan's hands stayed in the air, and then he withdrew them as if nothing had happened.

He looked at the image of his uncle holding the glutton in his arms, and his expression suddenly became subtle.

Even Shi Yang, the person involved, didn't react at all and was just picked up by Qin Yanchuan in such a lithe manner?

The warm breath from the man's body continued to come, as if covering his entire body, and Shi Yang's drowsy mind became much clearer.

Qin Yanchuan lowered his eyes, and in the dim light, he silently stared at the person in his arms, watching all his reactions.

"Why? Didn't you ask me to hold you?"

"Ah, yes..."

Shi Yang frowned uncomfortably, and suddenly said softly: "I feel dizzy..."

After saying this, he tilted his head, closed his eyes, and naturally leaned against the man's warm and strong chest, with his arms hanging down naturally, as if he had fainted.

I don't know if it's real or just pretending.

Qin Yanchuan did not explore this issue. The boiling temperature cannot deceive people.

It was almost cooked, but it still had the energy to wander around in front of him. It seemed that the illness was still not serious.

The strength in Qin Yanchuan's palm tightened silently. He held Shi Yang in his arms and walked towards the stairs with his long legs.

Qin Yelan stood there, watching his uncle holding someone and walking away, and couldn't help but shout, "Uncle..."

"You still don't want me to hold you?"

Qin Ye'an's lips moved, and the next words were swallowed back into his throat. He smiled awkwardly and said, "That's not necessary."

As he said that, he quickly chased after him.

Qin Yanchuan retracted his gaze and continued to walk downstairs. Without turning back, he instructed his nephew behind him: "Call the doctor and ask him to come over immediately."

"good."

Qin Yanchuan carried Shi Yang all the way to the second floor and walked towards his bedroom.

Qin Yelan finished the call and followed closely. Just as he stepped into Shi Yang's room, his uncle glanced at him indifferently and said in a gentle tone as usual: "If you are sick, go back to your bedroom and lie down."

Qin Yelan paused, and glanced at his uncle and Shi Yang in his arms with a slightly complicated look, then quietly retreated and closed the door.

He leaned against the wall in the corridor, then raised his hand to rub his eyebrows, lowered his head, bit his index finger joint unconsciously, and fell into a long period of doubt in his life.

After a long while, Qin Yelan held on to the wall and walked towards his bedroom in a daze.

He was indeed confused.