Yin Hong

Seeing him approaching, the pirates all silently stopped, except for the thin Caspar who remained at the rudder, the others retreated to the side.Sancer raised his head and looked at Arwen who was walking, his bright eyes like gems inlaid on the hero's laurel crown were weaker than ever, looking sluggish and depressed.

"We haven't seen each other for such a short period of time, why do you look like a different person?" Yawen handed out the binoculars, and at the same time looked at the thin man next to him, then patted Sancel on the shoulder, "Wake up soon Awake."

To his surprise, Sancerre still didn't respond, his head was dangling, like those ripe berries growing on trees in autumn that are crumbling.He hummed from his throat, as if he didn't understand Yawen's words at all.

Yawen withdrew the hand that held out the telescope, and handed it to Casper. With the other hand, he grabbed Sancerre's collar, let his whole body rest on his shoulder, and said to Casper : "I have something to tell him, you take care of the sails, don't deviate from the direction."

Casper nodded.To be honest, his appearance is a bit scary, perhaps because he is too thin, his facial contours and cheekbones are more obvious than ordinary people, even wearing well-fitting clothes, his figure looks like a skeleton, Standing there eeriely.

Yawen dragged Sancerre all the way back to the room, and asked while closing the door, "Do you want to continue pretending?"

After he finished asking, Sanssel's subtle laughter sounded in his ears, and just as he turned his head, he was pushed hard against the door by a brute force.Sancer pressed his arms with both hands, lowered his head and gently rubbed his shoulders with the tip of his nose a few times, "What am I pretending to be?"

Yawen felt a scorching breath hitting his neck continuously, and Sancer's breath was terribly hot, like a drunkard who had downed countless bottles of rum.He frowned, put a hand on the back of Sancel's neck, "Sancel."

Sancerre shrank his neck, as if deliberately avoiding Yawen's hand, but when he twisted his neck, his lips gently rubbed against the side of Yawen's face, whether it was intentional or unintentional, it felt as if he was just The little pony, who was acting like a baby to its master, kept approaching cautiously but boldly.

His lips were just as hot.Yawen put his whole palm on Sancerre's neck, further confirming his conjecture, "It really doesn't seem like a fake."

He pulled away Sancerre's hand clasped on his big arm with little effort, but Sancer still hung his body on Yawen's shoulder, limp like a lump of sticky honey that couldn't be shaken off, When Yawen was playing with him, he even closed his eyes altogether, breathing heavily and weakly.

Yawen didn't ask him to stand up by himself, but bent down slightly, wrapped one arm around his waist, and put the other arm under his hip, and carried him directly in an extremely awkward but useful posture up.Sancerre is thin but tall, and this action made his arms and shoulders hang behind Yawen's back. If Yawen didn't raise his hands to support his waist, it may not necessarily fall directly.

The room was really not that big, so Yawen walked to the bed in a few steps and put him down.When Sancerre slid off him, he didn't even bother to move his shoulders, and his whole body fell directly onto the bed, his eyes were slightly squinted, his expression was dazed, and he looked chaotic.

Yawen sat on the side of the bed, touched his forehead with one hand, unbuttoned his clothes with the other hand, stretched his hand in along the opening of the collar, and laid it lightly on his chest, like a winter day The temperature, which is as warm as a kettle or hot to the touch, spread quickly along the palm.He paused for a few seconds before retracting his hand again.

"Sancerre," he called again.

Hearing Yawen call his name, Sancer barely opened his eyes and showed a smile with unknown meaning.

"Your situation is not good. It feels like freshly baked bread. I can even see the heat coming out of your body—what strange thing did you eat?" Yawen held his eyebrows up Pushing, forcing him to open his eyes, "Or did you soak in sea water for too long?"

"I don't know..." Sancer shook his head twice, shook off Yawen's hand, and continued to laugh with half-opened eyes, "I don't feel very good."

"I'm not a doctor, even if I know what's wrong with you, I won't treat you," Yawen put his hands on the bed, looked at him and asked, "Where's your ship doctor?"

"There... seems to be one." Sancer barely opened his eyes wide, staring at the sky and thinking for a long time, "...I forgot the name."

Yawen clenched his hands into fists, punched his forehead twice expressionlessly, then stood up and said to him, "I'll help you find him, you lie down for a while."

When walking on the plywood, Casper still stood there like a slender pole and controlled the rudder. His eyes were fixed on the distant sea, and the deep eye sockets looked more pervasive than before.

Yawen first took out the compass to confirm the direction was correct, and then walked over and patted his shoulder with one hand.

Casper turned his head to look at him, his frighteningly large eyeballs seemed to fall out whenever he followed.

"Your boss's condition is not very good, you need to see the ship's doctor." Yawen said, "Do you know where he is?"

"What did you do to him?" Casper asked in surprise, "If it's the trauma caused by rough actions, it will be fine after a few days."

"Do I look like such a rude person?" Yawen raised his eyebrows and asked him this completely unrelated question, but he was not in the mood to joke with these pirates who were full of violence and pornography, "His body There is some fever, and it is not clear what the cause is."

"I saw something was wrong just now. I thought he drank too much." Caspar nodded his head and pointed to the deck ahead, "The ship's doctor is a woman. There are not many women on board. You You can find them by asking one by one—usually she should be sitting on the deck watching other people's excitement at this time."

"Thank you."

With clear guidelines, Yawen quickly found the ship's doctor.It was a slightly fat woman, but such a little bit of fat couldn't hide her beauty and charm at all. When Yawen walked over, he noticed the undisguised eyes of the pirates, and several of them kept staring at her plump Looking at his chest and buttocks, he looked like a vicious dog who hadn't eaten for several days.

As soon as Yawen approached, she attracted the attention of the female ship doctor. She looked at Yawen until he came over, and then asked, "Are you looking for me?"

"Your captain is looking for you." Yawen corrected her, and then said, "He should be sick."

"Sick? Sancerre?" The woman raised her voice in surprise, attracting curious glances from the pirates around, "Are you kidding me?"

"You can go and have a look first, and then confirm if I'm joking." Yawen walked back a few steps, and waved to her again, "Let's go."

As soon as the woman stood up and followed him, she realized that there were several curious pirates behind her. She turned around and shouted: "Go back and sit down, you bunch of brainless pigs! Those who follow up secretly will be killed in the future." Don't try to tear my skirt off again!"

Hearing these extremely threatening words, the pirates screamed and raised their hands, retreated to their original positions, and watched them leave with a smile.

"What's your name?" The woman asked while following up with Yawen again, "My name is Dajuli, and I'm in charge of treating these vulgar men."

"Yawen, Yawen Bonardi Duran." Yawen replied, "I think everyone on the ship knows my identity, so I don't need to say any more?"

"Oh! Of course, of course you don't have to." Dajuli muttered, vaguely as if she was chewing something small, "Everyone knows that you were brought by Sancerre, and they can't afford to mess with you. "

"Your companions say that?" Yawen turned into the cabin with her, and opened the door of Sancerre's room for her.

"That's what everyone said—let me see him first." Dajuli walked over in small steps, bent over and looked at Sancerre who was already asleep, "He really doesn't look very well."

"How's it going?"

"It's not a big deal. Some people have been infected with this unnamed disease before. The skin is hot and the whole body is weak. Some people take several weeks to recover, and some people are alive and kicking the next day." He wiped his hands on the hem of the skirt a few times, held Sancel's face with both hands and looked around, "Of course there are some who died - but only those who have little strength and are extremely unlucky can't bear this disease, Sancel It will definitely be fine. I will prepare some water for him, eat some nutritious fruits and vegetables, and he will be fine soon."

"How long do you usually have a fever?" Yawen approached, looking at Sancel who was sleeping or unconscious on the bed.

"I don't know. He's very hot, but it's not the worst I've ever seen. I'll take a few clean cloths and soak them to wipe my body to see if I can cool down." Dajuli looked around again as she spoke. , "There is no clear water for drinking in his room. You wait here for a while, and I will gather the pigs to prepare something."

After she finished speaking, she walked out in a hurry, and it didn't take long to hear her voice calling the crew members loudly.

Yawen sat back on the bed again, lowered his head slightly to observe Sancerre's flushed cheeks, he remembered that a few hours ago, Sancerre's face was also flushed like this, like a circle of bright paint haloing on the surface of the water .He looked weaker than ever before, even more pitiful than when he was kicked to the ground by Yawen before.

Yawen stretched out his hand, gently rubbing his hot lip line with his thumb, squinting his eyes slightly, and kept measuring the temperature in his heart that was also hot.

The author has something to say: In the opening paragraph, usually at this time, it should be hugged by a princess. However, I imagined the princess hug of two big men and felt a chill. . .So I decisively chose the strong and ambiguous posture of [carrying] (laughs)

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