Marry for a long time

This kiss was soft and warm.

His lips moistened with warm water were extraordinarily soft, just like his heart.

It's so confusing.

Lu Mintong backed away slightly, and raised his hand to gently rub his lips with his fingertips. Because of the fever, his lips were also slightly hot, and there was a slight unnoticeable trembling.

"Brother..."

Lu Mintong lowered his voice, his voice was softer than ever before, "Poor little girl, do you want to sleep?"

Lin Zhifei shook his head and looked at him without blinking, afraid that the other party would disappear in the blink of an eye: "I dare not sleep."

"Huh?" Lu Mintong withdrew his hand, "Why?"

Lin Zhifei looked at him eagerly, and asked eagerly: "Are we reconciled? Will you still ignore me after waking up... I don't want to sleep, I'm afraid..."

Lu Min's heart sank slightly, suppressing the fluctuations in his emotions, and comforted him softly: "It's reconciled, brother will not ignore you in the future. Don't be afraid, I won't leave tonight, I will sleep with you, You can see me when you wake up, how?"

Lin Zhifei was still not quite sober, and it took him a long time to understand his words, and he asked uncertainly, "Really?"

"real."

Lin Zhifei immediately opened his eyes and smiled, obediently lying on the bed, looked at Lu Mintong with big eyes and then closed them, but the corners of his mouth curled up, and said, "Then I'll sleep. Brother Tong, see you tomorrow."

Lu Min raised the corner of his lower lip, "Good night."

The person on the bed quickly fell asleep.

Lu Mintong touched his forehead, it was still a little hot, he wet the towel, and wiped his forehead lightly, very gently, for fear of waking him up.

There was only a faint light from a wall lamp in the room, and the light did not affect people's sleep. Lu Mintong sat on the edge of the bed, frowning slightly, and quietly looked at Lin Zhifei's sleeping face.

The snow outside the house is getting heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes are falling silently, gradually covering the ground.

Lu Mintong didn't sleep almost all night, and he was just taking care of Lin Zhifei, keeping an eye on his body temperature, wiping his body from time to time, and feeding him light salt water when he was sleepy and thirsty.

My heart has been tugging, and I can hardly feel at ease if I don't see the other party's fever go down.

Lin Zhifei fell into a drowsy sleep. When he woke up the next day, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them. The slag also came out, and it was obvious at a glance that he hadn't slept all night.

Lu Min met his gaze with a faint smile on his lips. When he spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, but there was an obvious smile: "Are you awake?"

Lin Zhifei moved his lips and whispered, "Brother Tong..."

"Huh?" Lu Mintong touched his forehead, it was not as hot as last night, "How do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable?"

Lin Zhifei shook his head, paused for a few seconds and added: "It's not uncomfortable."

He stared at Lu Mintong, hesitated for a while, and finally summoned up the courage to ask, "Brother, are we reconciled?"

Poor little girl is really scared, so uneasy.

Lu Mintong smoothed the bangs on his forehead, and tensed his voice: "Yes."

Lin Zhifei stretched out his hand from under the quilt, touched the back of his cool hand, gently and softly, retracted his hand after touching it, timid and unable to bear the impulsiveness, whispered: "Don't ignore me from now on... okay? ?”

Lu Mintong grabbed his hand directly, and gently clasped it under the palm, staring at him with black eyes for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

Word by word, very solemnly.

Lin Zhifei looked at him puzzled.

Lu Mintong's eyes darkened, and he promised in a low voice, "I won't ignore you."

Lin Zhifei bent his eyes, thought of something, and asked with a smile: "What time is it?"

Lu Mintong took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and said, "It's almost 06:30."

"Then you can sleep for a while." Lin Zhifei said and moved his body to the side of the bed, making room for him in the warm sleeping position, "Brother Tong, do you want to come up and sleep together?"

Lu Mintong pondered for a while, "OK."

"Wait..." Lin Zhifei stopped him, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "Brother, can you go and lock the door? I'm afraid my parents will come over when they wake up."

Lu Min was lying on the bed together, Lin Zhifei turned his body slightly and glanced at him quietly, his eyes were still bent, and his eyes were full of satisfied smiles, he sneaked a glimpse of the other person closing his eyes, he finally let out a long breath, and followed him back to sleep with his eyes closed .

When he woke up again, Lu Mintong was no longer in the room and had gone to work in the hospital.

Lin Zhifei got out of bed and wrapped himself tightly. Passing the window, he caught a glimpse of the overwhelming white snow outside. He shivered inexplicably, and quickly pulled the curtains tightly. When he was sick, he didn't want to see snow, but felt cold when he saw it.

Unexpectedly, while sitting at the dinner table drinking porridge, Qianqian sent him a picture, triumphantly saying, "Look at the snowman Dad made, isn't it as handsome as me?"

Lin Zhifei ignored the photo of the snowman, and replied: "Handsome, handsome. Qianqian, brother Tong and I are reconciled."

"Yo, what's going on? Tell me the truth."

Lin Zhifei told him in detail, hearing Qian Qian's inconceivable tsk tut for a long time: "Zhi'er, you actually played tricks, although the tricks are not good, tossing yourself, how is your body, is it okay? Shall I come to see you at noon? By the way, I would like to comfort Comrade Lao Jin. He was found stealing money from his private house, and was sent to sleep in the study by Ms. Qian for a week. It’s so pitiful. My son can’t bear to see what Ms. Qian did. for."

Qianqian went home for lunch at noon, and came to see Lin Zhifei with soup, "Ms. Qian heard that you were sick, so she specially made soup for you, and she didn't allow me to take a sip, and before going out, she repeatedly warned me not to drink it on the way. Tsk, knowing your illness, the relationship between me and my mother broke down immediately."

Lin Zhifei went to the kitchen to bring a small bowl and a spoon, took a bowl, sipped it, and smiled: "It's delicious."

Qian Qian gave him a blank look, "Dad is not rare. It's snowing outside, but it's cold, don't go out if you have nothing to do, just stay at home and be a fat house with peace of mind."

Lin Zhifei sniffed and sighed, "I didn't think about going out, but I just felt a little bored. The comics I followed were not updated. I slept all morning, so I probably won't be able to sleep at night."

"It's okay, isn't this handsome guy here to accompany you? With me here, you don't have time to be bored."

Lin Zhifei's eyes lit up, and he said pleasantly, "Aren't you going back at night?"

Qian Qian slapped his chest, bragging: "That's right, Jing Yuan has been pestering me all this time, and it was hard for me to come to him to escape from his shell. I have to stay for one night to make this trip worthwhile."

Lin Zhifei couldn't help laughing, and exposed him: "You must have been pestering him."

"What are you talking about?" Qianqian snorted, turned to see Mother Lin coming, and quickly greeted with a smile: "Long time no see, Auntie, you are getting more and more beautiful, am I handsome again?"

Lin Zhifei held back a smile and watched them brag to each other while slowly drinking the soup.

In the evening, Qian Qian stayed at home for dinner, which made the atmosphere very lively.

Lin Zhifei didn't have a good appetite, and after drinking soup in the afternoon, he was full after a few mouthfuls, so he put down his chopsticks and wanted to go back to his room.

Qian Qian also put down his chopsticks, said he was full, and went upstairs with Lin Zhifei.

Staying in the room and chatting for a while, someone knocked on the door.

While chatting vigorously, Qian Qian casually yelled out the door: "Who is it?"

"Rich child?"

Qian Qian was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lin Zhifei dumbfounded, "Did Lu Mintong come over at night?"

"Well, he came to take care of me in the middle of the night yesterday." Lin Zhifei got off the bed, trotted to open the door, and smiled at the person at the door, "Brother Tong."

It was snowing outside, and Lu Mintong came all the way, with a lot of chill on his body. He took off his coat and put it in the crook of his hand, looked down at Lin Zhifei, and asked warmly, "Are you feeling better?"

Lin Zhifei nodded and said with a smile, "I just took the medicine, and my head is no longer dizzy."

Qianqian clicked his tongue behind him, and said, "Don't be silly standing at the door chatting, you won't be able to enter the house yet."

When Lu Mintong entered the room, he took out the thermometer, "Take the temperature again."

Lin Zhifei lay on the bed, obediently opened his mouth to hold it.

There was another knock on the door, and Aunt Shen brought over several glasses of fruit juice. Qianqian took a sip of the fruit juice, handed the other glass to Lu Mintong, and said, "I'll sleep with Zhizhi tonight."

Lu Mintong frowned, and said in a bad tone, "Where's your boyfriend? Why did you get released?"

"Hey, what do you mean let me out, can you talk?" Qianqian muttered unconvinced, "Dad, I drove here with confidence, our poor Zhizhi got sick from anger, how could my good buddy not come here Look at him, it's someone who has the face to come over, hum."

Lin Zhifei couldn't speak with the thermometer in his mouth. Hearing this, he tugged on Qianqian's cuff and motioned him not to talk nonsense.

He is not mad.

Instead, he deliberately fell ill and begged for reconciliation...

Qianqian turned his head and gave him a hateful look, then turned his head and choked with Lu Min, standing up for Lin Zhifei: "I blame you for Zhizhi's illness, and even said that he likes him, does liking mean that he is angry with him? Do you know how much he was a few days ago? Are you sad, afraid of losing your friend, what are you doing, your attitude is cold, and you don't reply to text messages—"

Lu Mintong frowned and interrupted him: "What text message?"

Qian Qian was startled, turned to look at Lin Zhifei, Lin Zhifei was also stunned, took out the thermometer in his mouth, and asked in surprise: "Brother Tong, you didn't receive my text message?"

Lu Min said, "No."

Lin Zhifei: "..."

He quickly picked up his phone to check, and it was indeed sent successfully.

Qianqian coughed lightly, breaking the silence in the room: "Maybe it was swallowed... Zhizhi, I told you before that you should call if you have something to do, and don't send text messages. Why can't you change this habit."

Lin Zhifei lowered his head in shame, and defended himself in a very low voice: "I have a hundred free text messages every month..."