Chapter 85: Male Peacock Spreads His Tail

Shi Yang leaned against the head of the bed, sitting on Qin Yanchuan's bed very awkwardly.

I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in my back, like a fishbone stuck in my throat.

Qin Yanchuan, however, acted as if nothing had happened. He scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, blew it cool down considerately, and finally brought it to Shi Yang's mouth.

Shi Yang silently grasped the bed sheet beneath him, pursing his lips without opening his mouth.

Qin Yanchuan maintained his movements, "Are you afraid that I will poison you?"

Shi Yang hugged his knees and shook his head in fear.

He was scared that the old man suddenly became so caring.

She carried him back to the room, gave him her bed, and took care of him all night, wiping his body and changing his clothes.

Now I still feed him porridge myself.

I remember the last time he had a fever, he asked Qin Yanchuan to wipe his body to cool him down physically, but Qin Yanchuan wanted to pour a bucket of ice water on him.

How come you are so considerate like an old father now?

Seeing that Shi Yang was slow to respond, Qin Yanchuan finally lost his patience and said two words in an imperative tone: "Open your mouth."

With an invisible sense of oppression, it is impossible to refuse.

Shi Yang consciously opened his mouth and drank the porridge.

Qin Yanchuan patiently fed him two more mouthfuls. For some reason, the man's originally calm and indifferent brows suddenly showed a hint of restlessness.

He put the spoon back into the bowl and placed the bowl on the bedside table.

"Eat by yourself and go back after you're done."

After saying this, Qin Yanchuan stood up and walked out without looking back.

Shi Yang looked at Qin Yanchuan's departing back in a daze. After a long while, he raised his hand and scratched his messy hair, thinking that this old guy was really inexplicable.

After finishing the porridge, Shi Yang put on the slippers Qin Zhuo lent him, slowly walked down from the third floor and returned to his room.

The room had been cleaned by the maid, and the messy sofa and bed were made neatly.

Shi Yang smelled the faint fragrance in the air and wrinkled his nose. He felt a little uncomfortable.

While he was still lying sick in bed, Qin Yelan's fever had subsided after a night's rest.

Not only did his fever go away, Young Master Qin even went to Shi Yang's room, took a refreshed walk around, and then sat down on the sofa.

"It's quite hot with the air conditioning on high."

As Qin Yelan spoke, he lifted up his shirt and wiped the non-existent sweat from his face, then turned towards Shi Yang, very casually revealing his six beautifully defined abdominal muscles.

Shi Yang's mouth twitched, and the male peacock ran over to him and spread its feathers.

He picked up his cockroach doll with eight-pack abs and said sincerely, "Brother Yelan, your abs are not as good-looking as my brother Ah Cheng's. You need to work harder."

"If you really can't do it, just let Brother Qin Zhu teach you, really."

Qin Yelan stood up and walked to the bed. Without saying a word, he snatched the doll from Shi Yang's arms and looked at it with disdain.

He leaned closer, his critical eyes fell on Shi Yang, and he looked him up and down, pulling up the corners of his mouth and smiling slightly, "It's better than a little white chicken like you."

Personal attacks were useless to Shi Yang. He glanced at her calmly and said lightly, "You're unhappy after I told you. Are you breaking your defense again?"

Qin Yelan almost bit his back teeth to pieces, but he still had a smile on his face and pulled the little whiskers on Ah Chang's head.

"This ugly thing belongs to me."

Shi Yang immediately became unhappy and reached out to grab it.

Qin Yelan dodged quickly, followed his two long legs, and left without looking back, holding the doll.

Shi Yang was heartbroken over the loss of his beloved idol. He fell back on the bed with lifeless eyes and began to convulse.

He picked up the yellow-skinned mouse and capybara doll lying beside him and held them in his arms, saying sadly in his still-unrecovered Donald Duck voice, "Ahao, Atun, your eldest brother Alang has been kidnapped by Dashachun."

When Qin Qian came in, he saw this touching scene.

He paused, not knowing whether to go in or turn around and leave, until Shi Yang, who was immersed in a world of sorrow, called out to him:

"Brother Qin Zhuo, what are you doing standing at the door? Come in quickly."

Qin Qi then walked forward as if nothing had happened.

"I'm thirsty, give me a glass of water."

Qin Zhuo turned around and walked to the tea table, poured a cup of warm water and handed it to Shi Yang who was lying on the bed. After Shi Yang finished drinking the water, he asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"

Shi Yang sighed, "Six points."

Then he tugged at Qin Zhu's sleeve and looked over eagerly, "Brother Qin Zhu, Qin Yelan took away my cockroach doll with eight-pack abs. Can you help me get it back?"

Qin Zhuo lowered his eyes and looked at the hand that was grabbing his sleeve. He didn't ask any more questions, but just uttered a single syllable from his throat: "Hmm."

He was always silent and reserved, so he turned around and walked outside without saying anything.

Qin Yelan had just returned to his bedroom. He was leaning lazily on the sofa, replying to his friends' messages on WeChat. He placed his slender fingers on the doll's head, pinching it intermittently, as if he was treating it as Shi Yang.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Ye didn't even raise his head. "Come in."

Qin Zhuo pushed the door open and walked in front of his brother. He fixed his steady gaze on the doll in his arms and said, "Give me the doll."

Hearing the voice, Qin Yelan raised his head in surprise, his inquiring eyes fell on his brother, and then he raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Did the idiot ask you to come?"

"Brother, when did you become so obedient?"

"How long has it been? In less than two months, he has made you into a docile dog?"

Qin Qi did not refute. His stern face was calm as water, but the emotions in his eyes gradually sank.

His voice was hoarse and low, and he repeated word by word: "Give it to me."

The smile on Qin Yelan's face gradually faded, and his tone was light with a hint of provocation: "What if I don't give it to you?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere between the two brothers suddenly became tense.

Just for a worthless doll, no one would believe it if I told them.