Chapter 90 Not Learning from Experience "That's because that person didn't have clothes..."
That's because that person had no clothes to wear.
Zhu Yanhe asked him again if he wasn't cold after borrowing the clothes. Ning Buyi turned his head to look at him. Zhu Yanhe's expression changed, and he shook his head, saying he wasn't cold at all.
Ning Buyi loosened the pressure on his waist, thinking he wasn't angry anymore, and smiled with her eyes crinkled.
The next moment, a crisp sound shattered Ning Buyi's fantasy. His palm pressed against the tender flesh and then separated, and the soft flesh rippled.
However, her originally fair skin turned red in no time. Zhu Yanhe's touch wasn't very strong; it was just that Ning Buyi's flesh was too tender, and even a gust of wind could make a large area of it turn red.
Zhu Yanhe's face hardened: "Then why were you complaining about being cold outside?"
He suddenly changed his attitude! He can't take a joke!
Ning Buyi turned back angrily, struggling to get up, but got another slap on the bottom, so he just stopped moving!
"Why didn't you look for me?" Zhu Yanhe asked.
There was silence in the car for a while, then suddenly a voice rang out: "Why do I have to ask you for everything? I can do it myself."
Zhu Yanhe's tone became a little harsher: "What you can do is give your clothes to others and then huddle up from the cold yourself."
He came to pick me up, but what if he has something to do tonight and can't come? He doesn't have a thick cotton coat, and he'll get sick if he goes back.
He didn't want Ning Buyi to suffer at all.
Ning Buyi remained silent, lying motionless on Zhu Yanhe's lap. Zhu Yanhe also stopped hitting him, simply watching him quietly. The car's heater filled the spacious back seat, and neither of them spoke for a long time.
Zhu Yanhe pulled up his half-pull-down pants, turned him up to sit on his lap facing him, but Ning Buyi was still being difficult, burying his head in his arms and refusing to lift it.
Why does Zhu Yanhe say he's wrong? He did nothing wrong by helping others. Zhu Yanhe is a big bad guy!
Zhu Yanhe forcefully pried his arm off, looked up at him, and saw that the boy's cheeks were still flushed. Zhu Yanhe assumed he was still drunk and spoke softly:
“Ning Buyi, you did the right thing. I know you can handle it. But I think you should take care of yourself first. You can call me, and I will send someone to deliver clothes and anything else you need to give to others.”
He just wanted Ning Buyi to tell him.
"You're always trying to control me." Ning Buyi still turned his head away in a huff. It was such a small thing. He had only given her a piece of clothing, and Zhu Yanhe was criticizing and hitting him. He hated Zhu Yanhe and wanted to lose points!
"Are you annoyed?" Zhu Yanhe touched his cheek, the touch was frighteningly hot.
"...There are two points, and even though I did nothing wrong, you still hit me and scolded me." Ning Buyi stopped dodging, lowered his head, and counted on his fingers, revealing his thoughts.
"Did it hurt?" Zhu Yanhe asked again. He also found Ning Buyi's appearance adorable, as he spoke so honestly, even mentioning the two dots.
Ning Buyi shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, but only children get spanked."
Zhu Yan stretched out his long arm and pulled the person into a tight embrace. Their bodies pressed close together, and he whispered, "Then I won't take care of you anymore, and I won't hit you anymore, is that okay?"
Ning Buyi's mind worked sluggishly, like a rusty gear, each movement producing a hoarse, grating sound. In the end, he shook his head: "Can you please do something for me? You can't hit me."
"No, can you buy a single grain of rice at the store?"
All right.
Rejected, Ning Buyi looked aggrieved. He pried the hand off his waist and obediently lay down on the man's lap.
"Then type faster."
Zhu Yanhe sighed and pulled the person up: "You did the right thing, but I don't want you to get hurt because of this, understand?"
Ning Buyi rubbed the corner of his eye, puzzled, and said, "I'm not injured."
Zhu Yanhe raised his hand and patted the fluffy head: "What if you get sick?"
The boy lowered his head and muttered softly, "Being sick doesn't count as being injured."
Zhu Yanhe was at a loss with him now. He held him in his arms and comforted him for a while. Ning Buyi lay on his chest for a while and said, "I'll tell you next time."
"Hmm, you'll get a beating if you don't tell next time." Zhu Yanhe patted his back gently.
Ning Buyi rolled his eyes. "Only two hits? That's not much."
As if he had guessed correctly, Zhu Yanhe added, "Next time, it won't be just two hits."
Ning Buyi's eyes widened, and he nestled in the other person's arms like a puffed-up bun, saying angrily, "I want points deducted!"
The layer of ice that had formed between the two melted away easily, turning into a pool of spring water that shimmered around them.
Zhu Yanhe leaned on his neck and shoulder without speaking; the road to being together was still long and arduous.
Ning Buyi looked at him without saying anything, then thought for a moment and said, "However, if you kiss me, I can give you a kiss back."
"You can't kiss like that!"
"Wish Yanhe!"
"Hmm, I'm going to deduct points!"
Zhu Yanhe drove him directly back to the house in Jingyuan. Ning Buyi fell asleep in the back seat, his face still flushed. The basement was cool, so Zhu Yanhe took off his coat and carried him out. Ning Buyi's brows were still tightly furrowed, whether he was dreaming or feeling unwell was unknown.
As they went upstairs, the boy kept whimpering in his arms. Zhu Yanhe glanced at him, leaned forward, and pressed his forehead against Ning Buyi's. The boy's unusually high body temperature made him nervous, and he immediately took out his phone and dialed a number.
"It's rare to be called here so late at night. I finally get to experience what it's like to have a private doctor like in novels." The person rubbed his hands together and put down his medical kit.
Zhu Yanhe stood silently to one side, his hands in his pockets. His sweater was rolled up and still had a few tiny water droplets on it. There was a small basin of water on the bedside table, and a neatly folded towel was placed on the boy's forehead.
"Did you put it inside?" The doctor asked without thinking, looking at the flush on his face.
"What?" Zhu Yanhe frowned slightly.
"That's it, you two did that, didn't you? It's like that in novels, usually the one who takes the hit will get a fever, and there will be red marks on their necks, it all matches up." The doctor winked at him, trying to connect with his brainwaves.
Zhu Yanhe pieced together the meaning he wanted to express from the fragmented words, but said nothing.
"He caught a cold; it's probably just a common fever."
The doctor froze, blinked, and turned his head away, pretending he hadn't said anything—novels are all lies!
"Just make sure he doesn't catch a cold these next few days, and take his medicine on time, half an hour after meals. Oh, and just in case, have him apply the medicine after he's done it."
He took the medicine out of the box and placed it on the bedside table. He wiped his glasses with his sleeve, stood up, and nudged Zhu Yanhe: "Hey, you haven't touched him yet, have you? Tsk tsk tsk, raising a son."
He rushed to the door as fast as the wind, afraid that Zhu Yanhe would be thrown out the window.
A few hours later, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes. The bright light dazzled his eyes. He coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice, "Zhu Yanhe."
Wait, why can't he speak?
He shouted at the top of his lungs in bed for a long time but no one came. Ning Buyi propped himself up and got up. The radiator in the room was blowing in a loud hum. He stepped out onto the carpet.
Zhu Yanhe was standing in the living room, wearing only a sweater. The night was hazy in front of the French windows, and he was hidden in the shadows, so his expression could not be seen. Ning Buyi had only come out a few steps when his eyes met his.
Ning Buyi quickened his pace and jogged straight into someone's arms, but Zhu Yanhe opened his arms and caught him: "Throwing yourself into someone's arms won't work."
Ning Buyi tilted his head back and blinked. What was he saying?
Zhu Yanhe's body was warm, and he wouldn't let go once he hugged him, even trying to burrow under his clothes. Without the clothes to block the view, Zhu Yanhe's body felt even warmer and more comfortable.
Zhu Yanhe pulled him out and held his arm to prevent him from moving. Ning Buyi pouted in dissatisfaction: "It's comfortable to hold you."
When he opened his mouth, it was like an old ox pulling a millstone; his once clear voice was worn out from all the strain.
Zhu Yanhe said in a flat tone, "Being coquettish won't work."
"Why aren't you sleeping? Let's go to sleep." Ning Buyi's eyes lit up and she came up with a new idea, so she could snuggle in his arms.
Zhu Yanhe didn't object, but carried him back to the room and tucked him in again: "You're sick, I'll sleep in the guest room."
"No." Ning Buyi only left her eyes outside, her watery eyes pleading with the man to stay. Why wouldn't she sleep with him? He hadn't complained about Zhu Yan's cold before!
Zhu Yanhe ignored his attempts to stop her and walked straight out of the room. Ning Buyi didn't know how to take care of himself at all, and didn't even care. This was the only way Zhu Yanhe could think of to teach Ning Buyi a small lesson.
Only a wall lamp was left on in the room. Ning Buyi stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. Zhu Yanhe was really mean; his illness wasn't contagious, and he hadn't minded before. Being sick seemed to bring an extra layer of emotion. The usually cheerful boy's thoughts were now wandering aimlessly, his mind racing with wild ideas.
He threw off the covers and got up, tiptoeing from the master bedroom into the guest bedroom. A yellow light was left on in the room, and Ning Buyi moved in very quietly.
There was a person lying flat on the bed. He carefully crawled to the other side. The mattress sank, and Ning Bu moved to the other side little by little. Seeing that the person still did not wake up, he moved a little faster and obediently lay down next to him, unlike usual when he would take Zhu Yanhe's hand and hug him.
He shifted quietly again after a moment, and only when Ning Buyi bumped into Zhu Yanhe did he close his eyes peacefully.
The boy's breathing gradually slowed down, and the man beside him opened his eyes. In the dim light, he quietly traced the boy's cheeks, which were flushed and tinged with yellow, as the boy lay obediently beside him without disturbing him.
Ning Buyi is used to pretending to be well-behaved.
He turned to the side and placed a light kiss on his forehead.
The guest room window was at the back, so sunlight could only stream in through the side window. Fine dust motes danced in the light on the carpet. The boy's head was resting on Zhu Yanhe's arm on the bed, and Zhu Yanhe held him tightly, as if afraid he would run away.
Ning Buyi opened his eyes first, and being held tightly in his arms gave him a strange sense of relief, as if he had regained something he had lost.
"Zhu Yanhe, didn't you say you'd take care of me?" Ning Buyi stared at the skin in front of him, speaking in a timid voice.
The man closed his eyes and slightly parted his lips: "Didn't I care about you?"
His fluffy hair brushed against his chest muscles, and Ning Buyi said in a wronged voice, "Zhu Yanhe didn't sleep with me yesterday because she doesn't care about me!"
"This is punishment." Zhu Yanhe's expression remained unchanged. Ning Buyi still hadn't realized why he had a fever.
"Why don't you just hit me?" Ning Buyi asked him, feeling that he might as well hit him than Zhu Yan or Leng Luo.
"You never learn." Zhu Yanhe curled her knuckles and gently stroked his nose, filling the room with an intimate atmosphere.
Zhu Yanhe is right. If he had known that Zhu Yanhe would ignore him, he definitely wouldn't have done it again.
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Author's note: Mr. Zhu, you should just keep spoiling him, there's no other way.
Ning Buyi knitted a scarf for Zhu Yanhe, who wore it every day. One day, while browsing the internet, Ning Buyi found a post saying that giving a scarf to a lover would lead to a breakup. So, that night, he cut up the scarf he had knitted, startling Zhu Yanhe when she woke up the next day. After learning the truth, Zhu Yanhe reluctantly knitted one with Ning Buyi, jokingly calling it a "two negatives make a positive," which finally appeased him. [Rabbit head with upright ears]
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