legal cohabitation

He Peng went on this business trip for half a month. From the end of October to mid-November, the city also entered winter.

Fortunately, Lu Qian is not a worry-free child, so He Peng will call him every two days.

On this day, Lu Qian had just come out of the bathroom in pajamas after taking a shower, when he received a call from He Peng.

"Hello?" He answered the phone while wiping his dripping hair.

"What are you doing?" He Peng's voice was full of exhaustion, and the ending sound seemed to be tingling with warmth.

"Just finished taking a shower." Lu Qian took a sip of the coke beside the bed.

"Haven't gone out these days? So obedient."

He Peng was sitting in the car heading for the airport. He looked sideways at the traffic flow outside the window. The bright yellow street lights were pulled out in a straight line under the galloping speed of the car.

There was a slack in his voice that wasn't usual, and a nasal chuckle.

Lu Qian was stunned: "Have you drank a lot?"

"En." He Peng responded, "Is your hand all set?"

He Peng just got out of a drinking session, it's not that he has to drink, it's just that in such a scene, he always seems to be disappointed if he doesn't drink.

He drinks well on weekdays, but these days he is so busy that he doesn't even sleep well, and after a few glasses of wine, he becomes dizzy, and he doesn't know whether he is drunk or sleepy.

"Good morning." Lu Qian said.

He Peng asked again: "Are you about to take the midterm exam?"

There was a "tsk" sound from Lu Qian, and he said impatiently, "I will take the test tomorrow."

He Peng smiled: "Okay, then you go to bed early and hang up."

***

Lu Qian was awakened by the heat.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the calm sky outside, and I felt irritable—waking up so early again.He almost wondered if he had entered the old age early, and couldn't sleep well for several days.

He raised his hand to lift the quilt, only to realize a hand across his waist.

"Fuck!" Lu Qian cursed out of fright.

Looking back, I saw He Peng. He was curled up, sticking to Lu Qian's back, with one hand resting on his waist. If it weren't for the frowning of his eyebrows and the scalding heat coming out of his breath, Lu Qian could really A slap across the face.

"What's wrong with you!" Lu Qian cursed, sat up with his hands behind his back, and stared at He Peng for a while.

It seemed to be considering whether to slap him first or kick him first.

As a result, staring at him, he suddenly realized that He Peng... is pretty good-looking.

Generally, people who have known him since childhood often don't notice his appearance. He Peng is like this for Lu Qian, and he has never seen him so closely for so long.

He Peng's facial features are very tough, with narrow and long eye tails, and the moonlight casts a bluish light on his tall nose bridge, and his thin lips show an extraordinarily cold and ascetic temperament.

Probably because he didn't even have time to take a shower when he came back. He was still wearing a white shirt with two buttons undone, and the neckline was wide open, revealing a large lock neck and prominent pectoral muscles.

Lu Qian tore his gaze away from him, abruptly interrupting the thought of wandering off.

He sighed, and put his hand on He Peng's forehead.

The palm is hot and dry.

"Fuck, it's so hot." Lu Qian frowned, got up from the bed, and went to the living room to open the medicine box.

He took out the thermometer and played it back, stood by the bed and patted He Peng's face: "Open your mouth and take your temperature."

He Peng was so burned that his mind was not clear, and Ren Luqian didn't respond to what he called.

He had no choice but to put the thermometer into the sleeve, picked up the phone and turned it on. It was one o'clock in the morning, and he reluctantly opened Baidu.

Search: What should I do if I have a fever and become delirious and can't measure my body temperature?

He clicked on one of them.

- If the oral surface cannot be measured and there is no infrared thermometer, you can try the armpit or anus.

"........."

Lu Qian held back for a while, and finally burst out laughing, thinking that if he used the last part to measure his body temperature, he would probably be beaten to death by He Peng tomorrow.

"Wake up! If you don't wake up, you'll be fucked!" Lu Qian clamored to pat He Peng.

The latter still didn't respond. Lu Qian scolded his mother in a low voice. He really didn't take care of others, and he didn't know how to take care of others. He hesitated and decided to take his temperature under the armpit.

Just as he undid the third button of He Peng's shirt with his fingers, his wrists were grabbed by a pair of hot palms.

After a while He Peng squinted his eyes and opened his eyes. Seeing Lu Qian's enlarged face in front of him, he muttered, "Why don't you go to sleep?"

"I fucking want to sleep!" Lu Qian glared at him angrily, put the thermometer to his mouth, and said again, "Open your mouth."

He Peng put the thermometer into his mouth belatedly, and paused for a few seconds before asking hoarsely, "I have a fever?"

"I guess so, go to the hospital?" Lu Qian sat by the bed.

He Peng didn't like to go to the hospital either, but he thought that the follow-up work could not be delayed, so he picked up the phone and called the special assistant, asking her to come over and take him to the hospital.

He Peng still had a thermometer in his mouth, and he spoke vaguely. Lu Qian looked down at his watch. It had been 5 minutes, and he reached out and took the thermometer out of his mouth.

"39 degrees." Lu Qian frowned.

The special assistant arrived very quickly, within a quarter of an hour, Lu Qian casually took a cotton coat and put it on He Peng, and then helped him downstairs.

"Stay away from me, and be careful of infection." He Peng pushed Lu Qian with little strength.

"Come on, I just fell down without supporting you."

Even though he was about the same height, He Peng was still much stronger than him. Leaning on him made Lu Qian sweat a lot.

The special assistant is a pretty girl with a capable temperament, and the car stops at the door of their building.

As soon as He Peng came out, he got out of the car and helped Lu Qian get him into the car.

He Peng looked at Lu Qian who was also sitting in the car, and was stunned: "What are you going to do?"

Lu Qian slammed the car door: "It's rare that you are sick, I have to join in the fun."

***

The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and Lu Qian was wearing a mask handed over by his special assistant.

He Peng was sitting in the infusion room, covered with a large black cotton jacket, exposing his right hand with the needle pierced. The cold liquid entered the body along the infusion tube, so cold that the back of his hand turned blue.

Maybe he was so tired that he fell asleep even in such a uncomfortable situation.

"I went to get a hot water bottle." The special assistant came over with a bag of medicine, and a palm-sized hot water bottle in his hand.

Lu Qian took it, put it gently on the back of He Peng's hand, and checked carefully that it was not pressed into the needle tube.

The winter flu was so fierce this time, He Peng was also unfortunately caught, and even caused pneumonia, which was probably related to his life-threatening work.

"I applied for hospitalization. The injection was slow, and there were still two bottles of anti-inflammation after the anti-fever needle was hung up. It is estimated that it will be dawn when it is over." The special assistant said.

"Yeah." Lu Qian stood up, put He Peng's arms over his shoulders, and put a hand around his waist to help him up.

The special assistant helped to help He Peng onto the hospital bed.

She glanced at the boy in front of her. Although he was tall, his age could be clearly seen from his unstretched bones.

She knew that He Peng didn't like the opposite sex, and in the past few days she often heard He Peng calling someone after a busy day, and she guessed that the person on the other side of the phone must be the "Jiao" in He Peng's golden house.

It's just that I didn't expect that he was still a high school student, and he was not coquettish at all. There was a clear hostility between his eyebrows and eyes, but it wasn't scary, just looked a little impatient.

"By the way, brother, you can go back first. I'll just watch over Mr. He." The special assistant said.

According to He Peng's concern for him, he would not agree to let him stay here even if he is sober.

Lu Qian raised his eyes, and immediately showed the flair he would show to any pretty girl.

"It's okay, beautiful girls can't stay up late, go back quickly, I really trouble you today."

The special assistant was stunned, inexplicably feeling that the current direction was wrong, but he persisted.

Lu Qian had no choice but to tell his true intentions, winked at her and said, "I have a midterm exam tomorrow, please do me a favor and help me pass it."