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Mu Yucheng's reaction had begun to slow down. He followed Wen Huaiyu blankly like a piece of wood, and finally sat down on the sofa.

Wen Huaiyu rubbed the center of his eyebrows worriedly, turned around and went to the bedroom to find a thermometer. The original owner rarely got sick and never cared about the location of the medicine cabinet at home.

There was no medicine box originally, thanks to Yuan Yuan. He was afraid that his artist would die of illness in the room, so he prepared a lot of messy things, which now come in handy.

Wen Huaiyu didn't have time to tidy up the messy bedroom, so he just found the thermometer like a needle in a haystack, along with a bunch of antipyretics. He took his things and left. Mu Yucheng was still waiting on the sofa.

Mu Yucheng's back was straight, his hands were folded together obediently, and his eyes were staring at something in a daze, like a primary school student.

Wen Huaiyu felt funny and his beautiful eyebrows curved. He handed the thermometer to Mu Yucheng and asked him to hold it in his mouth. Mu Yucheng did as he was told, but he became restless. He hugged Wen Huaiyu's waist and didn't let go, looking like a coquettish person.

Wen Huaiyu patted his soft hair and poured the steaming water into the cup. Probably having guessed the result, all kinds of pills were placed on the table, which were bitter and unpleasant.

When the time was up, Wen Huaiyu took out the thermometer, took a look at it, and put it aside casually. He spontaneously coaxed Mu Yucheng to take the medicine. The water has almost dried and the temperature is just right.

He watched the people around him randomly stuffing a handful of medicine into their mouths, and the doubts in his heart grew. Mu Yucheng did have a fever, but it was far less serious than he imagined. But Mu Yucheng acted as if he had been burned out, looking dumb and stupid.

Wen Huaiyu kept working on it until late at night, and finally got everything done. The bedroom was still in a mess, and the patients who had taken the medicine were so sleepy that they were about to close their eyes unbearably. He looked at the master bedroom and guest bedroom and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he rubbed his sore eyes and tidied up the master bedroom resignedly.

Mu Yucheng's mind was in chaos, but he was still somewhat conscious. He lay excitedly on the small bed, and couldn't help but roll into Wen Huaiyu's arms. Wen Huaiyu couldn't bear the heat and wanted to push him away, but after hearing his murmur, she suddenly stopped...

It was almost dawn, Wen Huaiyu sat on the bedside in a daze, his eyes slowly turning red. Mu Yucheng said a lot, and finally found a chance to express those words that he had been keeping in his heart. He understood everything, but he seemed to be in a fog. The only person who can answer the questions is the psychiatrist named Gu. And he probably knew who Mu Yucheng was talking about.

This is the second time I've come to Gu Peiqing's house today. Different from the first excitement, Wen Huaiyu's eyes were filled with tears, and he knocked on his door rather violently. He sat dejectedly in front of the steps and lit a cigarette.

Gu Peiqing was woken up, but did not show any unpleasant emotions. He just put on his glasses calmly. After smoothing the wrinkles of his pajamas, he opened the door calmly. Seeing the scene outside the door, I was a little surprised, "Huai'an? Why are you here?"

Wen Huaiyu stubbed out the cigarette butt fiercely, grabbed him by the collar, and took him into the house with a chill all over his body. His tone was also different from usual. "Don't pretend to be stupid! What did you hide from me?"