Chapter 82: A bit ambiguous

In the bedroom.

Qin Yanchuan carried Shi Yang to the bed, bent down and put him on the messy bed, then pulled the quilt over him.

Shi Yang frowned and lay motionless.

The light was bright, and Qin Yanchuan could clearly see his slightly trembling eyelashes. His face was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the strands of hair on his forehead were damp with sweat.

There was gauze stuck to his forehead, and he looked extremely pitiful.

Qin Yanchuan sat down on the edge of the bed, suddenly reached out to push away the hair in front of his forehead, then placed the back of his hand on his forehead to check the temperature.

Very hot.

Qin Yanchuan withdrew his hand and did nothing else. He just sat quietly beside the bed, staring at Shi Yang's face, which was flushed with a sickly color, for a long time.

There was a hint of teasing and amusement in the man's light eyes, as if he was waiting for something.

Thirty seconds passed, then one minute, then two minutes...

Shi Yang hid his hands under the quilt and silently tightened the sheets.

He gritted his teeth, his brows furrowed even tighter, and his nose moved slightly.

No, I can't help it.

He suddenly closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and sneezed loudly.

"Ah! Sneeze!"

Qin Yanchuan closed his eyes, then wiped his face with his hand expressionlessly.

After sneezing, Shi Yang still kept his eyes tightly closed, not daring to open them at all. He silently pulled up the quilt to cover his entire face, leaving only a tuft of curled hair outside the quilt.

Mr. Qin was a magnanimous elder. He did not care about what happened just now and just pretended that it had never happened.

He patted Shi Yang's head through the quilt and said casually, "Want to suffocate yourself to death?"

Having said that, he simply pulled the quilt off. Shi Yangzhang's face turned red. He covered his mouth tightly and suddenly sat up from the bed.

No, it’s so disgusting. I want to vomit!

Shi Yang leaned over the bed, grabbing the sheets tightly with both hands, unable to bear it any longer.

"yue!"

"yue!"

Qin Yanchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the dirt on his shoes and trouser legs. A nerve in his brain jumped and his face tightened with lines of forbearance.

Shi Yang felt much better after vomiting, but his heart was still in his throat.

Last time I vomited on Qin Yelan’s legs, this time it was Qin Yanchuan.

Well, it would be better to vomit on Qin Yelan.

He wiped the corner of his mouth, glanced cautiously at the man beside him, and spoke weakly:

"I'm sorry, Uncle Qin, this is just like my admiration for you, I can't control it no matter what."

Qin Yanchuan: “…”

"Oh no, my head hurts and I feel dizzy. My body feels like it's on fire. I want to die."

Shi Yang closed his eyes and fell straight onto the bed, not daring to move.

Qin Yanchuan's face was very calm, without any sign of anger.

After experiencing a dead silence, he suddenly reached out and took a tissue, and slowly wiped the corners of Shi Yang's mouth.

Shi Yang's eyelashes trembled and she gripped the bed sheet even tighter.

At this moment, an ambiguous laugh suddenly entered his eardrums, followed by a man's magnetic and slow voice: "What are you afraid of? I don't blame you."

Shi Yang tentatively lifted his eyelids, and Qin Yanchuan had already stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Shi Yang quickly sat up and leaned his head to look over there.

Soon, the sound of a shower was heard from inside.

A few minutes later, Qin Yanchuan came back, his shoes and trousers had been simply rinsed with water, and he was holding a mouthwash cup in his hand.

He passed the cup of water to Shi Yang's mouth and said, "Rinse your mouth."

Shi Yang obediently opened his mouth, drank the water in the cup, rinsed his mouth and spit the water into the cup, then raised his head and looked over there with eager eyes.

"Uncle Qin, you are so nice."

He had just vomited violently, and when he said this, his eyes were still filled with physiological tears, and the corners of his eyes looked like they were smudged with the finest rouge, with a faint red tint.

The slightly drooping eyes make her look innocent and pitiful.

Qin Yanchuan suddenly reached out and pressed his warm fingertips on the corner of Shi Yang's lips, gently wiping away the remaining water stains.

"If you feel like vomiting, let me know in advance."

Shi Yang's cheeks turned even redder, her eyelashes drooped, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly, and she pursed her lips and hummed softly.

He glanced at Qin Yanchuan, then lowered his eyes, gradually becoming embarrassed.

Qin Yanchuan also became alert.

After hesitating for a moment, Shi Yang used his fever-induced Donald Duck voice to coquettishly say, "Uncle Qin, why are you suddenly doing this kind of trick?"

"Really... we seem to be a little ambiguous."

Qin Yanchuan's fingertips trembled slightly, and then he pressed his finger joints hard and let you touch them.

There was no reaction on his face, but he silently clenched his hand holding the cup of water, almost crushing the cup.

There were many times when Qin Yanchuan wanted to shut up Shi Yang's chattering mouth.

"If you feel uncomfortable, lie down and talk less."

Shi Yang let out a cry and fell back onto the bed half dead.

He wrapped himself in the quilt, curled up like a cooked shrimp, closed his eyes, and cried quietly without making any sound.

This time I'm completely exhausted and have no energy to work on it.

Qin Yanchuan put the mouthwash cup back into the bathroom, and when he returned to the bed, this was the scene he saw.

The person on the bed was curled up with his back to him, with only one haggard profile showing. He looked unusually quiet and well-behaved.

The ground was a mess, all of it was what Shi Yang had just vomited out.

At this time, the servants had already rested, and Qin Yanchuan was too lazy to bother.

He walked around to the other side of the bed and leaned down again. As soon as his arm touched Shi Yang's body, the other party raised his eyelids and looked at him listlessly.

Shi Yang didn't say anything, just gave him a questioning look.

"It's dirty here. I'll carry you to another room."

Hearing this, Shi Yang did not bother to be polite with Qin Yanchuan. He slowly stretched out his arms to him and said gratefully, "Thank you for your hard work."

Being sick is like becoming a different person.

Qin Yanchuan didn't say anything. He put his arms through Shi Yang's armpits and knees, picked him up with ease, and turned to walk outside.

Perhaps the antipyretic drug was taking effect, Shi Yang felt sleepy, so he tilted his head and leaned in Qin Yanchuan's arms, closing his eyes drowsily.

After a long while, until he felt himself lying back on the bed again, he reluctantly opened his eyelids.

As a result, after seeing the surrounding environment clearly, his pupils twitched slightly, and even his confused mind became much clearer.

If he remembered correctly, this was Qin Yanchuan's bedroom, and he was lying on Qin Yanchuan's bed.

Shi Yang originally thought that when Qin Yanchuan said changing rooms, they meant finding him an empty guest room, but who knew that they actually brought him back here.

Qin Yanchuan didn't seem to notice Shi Yang's reaction, and said calmly, "Go to sleep first, the doctor will be here soon."

Having said that, he turned and went into the cloakroom to change his still wet pants.