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Fu Yuan's cold was severe.

The corridors of the hospital are filled with a slightly pungent smell of disinfectant, and the words "respiratory medicine" on the door plate are glaring in white, but Fu Yuan would rather stare like this than turn his head to meet Song Qingxu's gaze .

Song Qingxu, who was deliberately ignored, stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he felt relieved, hugged Fu Yuan into his arms, and threatened softly: "Fu Xiaoyuan, if you have a fever because of the long delay ,so I......"

The earlobe was suddenly embraced by him tenderly, the corners of Fu Yuan's eyes were reddish, and he leaned into Song Qingxu's arms with a pitiful look and no bones, but he was still muttering unforgivingly: "Then you come, I......"

"Hey, hey, it hurts!" Before he finished speaking, Song Qingxu unceremoniously pinched the soft flesh on Fu Yuan's cheek, forcing him to slap his hand with all his teeth and claws, and at the same time, he had to close his hand obediently. Mouth.

At this moment, he looked really embarrassed, with a red mark on his cheek, his hair was messed up in the down jacket hat, and because he just tried to break free from Song Qingxu, his breathing was very disordered.

"Ugh..."

Seeing that the counterattack was unsuccessful, Fu Yuan stopped his movements honestly, found another way to bury his head in his boyfriend's arms, and moaned half coquettishly and half complainingly: "Oh, why are you so fierce to me?"

It didn't take long for the two to confirm their relationship. Song Qingxu couldn't bear his soft and coquettish appearance, and his heart softened almost instantly, but he still had to hold back on the surface: "Then next time you get sick, how dare you hide it from me?" say?"

"Don't dare, don't dare, I will be the first to tell you next time." Fu Yuan replied flexibly, rubbing Song Qingxu's shoulder with a smile.

However, after Song Qingxu got the answer he wanted, he still didn't give up, and continued nagging in his boyfriend's ear.

"You can't procrastinate when you are sick. The more you procrastinate, the more serious you become. I feel sorry for you when you are seriously ill. You can't fight the virus dryly. You still have to take medicine. Otherwise, why would people invent such things as medicine? It must be because of Useful, think about it..."

Fu Yuan's drowsy head from the cold seemed to be a little more dizzy under the attack of this lullaby.

He leaned against Song Qingxu's arms, automatically filtering out his boyfriend's chatter, entering his left ear and exiting his right ear.

After a while, something flashed through Fu Yuan's mind, he slightly opened his watery eyes, and whispered in Song Qingxu's ear, "Brother."

The person holding him didn't seem to respond. Although he stopped talking, he still sat motionless on the chair.Fu Yuan called out again in disbelief: "Brother?"

But the person holding him still didn't respond at all.

Fu Yuan lowered his head full of doubts, hesitantly thinking: When I read the post before, didn't the majority of netizens say that if they suddenly called their boyfriend "brother", the boyfriend would be very excited?And it's a perfect way to end the quarrel and cold war, these liars!

He was supposed to be a few months older than Song Qingxu, but now he called him brother twice for nothing, and felt that he had suffered a lot from being muffled.

If you make a mistake, you will never believe the words of those netizens again next time. The mouths of netizens are deceiving ghosts.

Fu Yuan shrugged his eyelids and lay listlessly on Song Qingxu's shoulders. Seeing the previous patient coming out, he pushed Song Qingxu's shoulders: "Let's go, it's our turn."

Until returning to the hotel, Song Qingxu was still wandering away.

The culprit himself couldn't figure out why his boyfriend became so stupid. When he came back from the taxi to pay, Song Qingxu was still looking for the phone in his pocket when he clearly had the phone in his hand.

Didn't he have a cold and a little fever? Why did it look like Song Qingxu's brain was burnt out?

Fortunately, by the time Song Qingxu stepped into the hotel lobby, his sanity had almost recovered and he was able to swipe his card to enter the elevator and the room autonomously.

Xiong Beike asked for leave for the two of them and the teacher, and now he is probably leading the students in the class to do activities, and there is no one in the room.

"Sit down."

Fu Yuan was sat on the edge of the bed by Song Qingxu, and sat obediently, but his eyes still followed Song Qingxu's movements.

Song Qingxu didn't feel uncomfortable because of his boyfriend's direct gaze. He has completely recovered now. He quickly turned on the air conditioner in the room, poured water into the electric kettle and started to boil it, and took apart the medicine bags and boxes one by one. Open it, then take out a paper towel and fold it in half, then put the broken capsule tablet on the paper.

He was not idle while waiting for the water to boil. He took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair beside the bed. He quickly prepared his clothes, went into the bathroom, turned on the light and turned on the hot water, and finally flashed out on the bedside cabinet. He took out a pair of dark blue slippers and put them on for Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan stared blankly at his boyfriend busying around like a wind, and finally he was pushed into the bathroom and ordered to take a simple shower, not to wash his hair, and he quickly put on his pajamas and came out when he felt dizzy.

When the bathroom door closed with a "click", Song Qingxu slipped to the bed and took out the mobile phone from the down jacket on the chair, slid his fingers on it quickly, put on the down jacket again and went out after a while.

In the bathroom, Fu Yuan heard the sound of the door slamming, so he speeded up the shower, and came out in a hurry.As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he heard someone knocking on the door.

Song Qingxu held a glowing red box in his arms, closed the door behind him, and pushed his boyfriend into bed and got under the covers.The hot air that had accumulated just after taking a shower couldn't dissipate again.

Fu Yuan huddled under the quilt, his beautiful little deer eyes rolled around, and he glanced at Song Qingxu who was still busy at the end of the bed.

"What are you busy with?"

The boyfriend was close in front of his eyes but he couldn't touch it, Fu Yuan felt a little empty in his heart, and couldn't help asking him, with a hint of urging.

Song Qingxu kept moving his hands, took out a thermos cup to hold hot water, opened the small box he just brought back, took out a bag, tore it open and poured it in, shaking slightly: "I'll make ginger tea for you .”

Song Qingxu walked back to the bed, and he put the tissue holding the capsules and tablets on the small cabinet next to the bed.Fu Yuan took the thermos, and a strong smell of ginger came to his nostrils, making him rub his nose.

"I just mixed a little cold water, it's a little hot, just right to drink."

Fu Yuan resisted the spicy taste of ginger, and reluctantly swallowed the capsule, but the tablet stuck in his throat, and he took a few gulps to suppress the discomfort, but the hot feeling left by the ginger tea flowing through his throat made him extremely uncomfortable. uncomfortable.

Although Fu Yuan likes spicy food very much, it is by no means unique to Jiang.

Song Qingxu saw his tightly frowning brows, and gently rubbed the center of his brows to flatten them.

"Drink the ginger tea, it's good for your health, good boy."

Fu Yuan stared at the ginger tea in his hand with a sad face, and slowly sipped it. When he finished drinking, he was so wronged that he could hang on the oil bottle and his face was bulging.

"Be good, baby." Song Qingxu pinched his soft cheeks, tucked the quilt tightly for Fu Yuan, and pulled two pillows for him to put behind his head: "The takeaway will arrive later, eat something before going to sleep."

Fu Yuan raised his head in surprise and asked him, "Did you order takeaway?"

Song Qingxu nodded, ran his fingers through his hair, smoothed his messy hair, and pulled the quilt up when his hands fell.

Fu Yuan didn't continue to ask him when he ordered the takeaway, he could guess it with a little thought.

He just didn't expect that Song Qingxu, who usually looks lazy and often looks like a child, would be so good at taking care of others, it was indeed beyond his expectation.

In Fu Yuan's eyes, a boyfriend is a person who has been well protected by his family since he was a child, and has not experienced any major setbacks. His every gesture reveals a kind of self-confidence and uniqueness that he has not noticed. If he had to find a word to describe his temperament, it would probably be calm.

A kind of calmness that doesn't match his age, as if he is not afraid of anything, doesn't worry about anything, and doesn't have too much ambition, no matter what he faces, he is very comfortable.

When Fu Yuan suddenly realized that he had "liked" a boy, he accepted it so quickly that he was dumbfounded, and even once doubted whether he was a closet.

After all, before he fell in love with Song Qingxu, although he had never liked any boy, he had never liked any girl either.

For Song Qingxu, rashly confirming his relationship with him should be regarded as his extremely impulsive decision.

However, after understanding his feelings for Fu Yuan, Song Qingxu quickly added him to his life calmly and naturally, as if it was natural for him to suddenly have such a person as Fu Yuan in his life.

Fu Yuan didn't quite understand, but he wasn't too eager to explore.Song Qingxu's feelings for him are real, and he is serious about this feeling, that's enough.

Everyone is different, even couples who get along day and night and grow old together cannot understand all the other's true thoughts.

For Fu Yuan, who is now in a daze, Song Qingxu's constant embrace of warmth is a place where he can let go of his defenses, and it is so safe that people feel at ease.

"The takeaway is here." Song Qingxu slowly let go of him and got up.

Fu Yuan looked at Song Qingxu's back in a daze, and couldn't help showing a silly smile.

Because Song Qingxu actually didn't know what to eat and what to avoid for patients with cold and fever, he searched the Internet for a long time, but couldn't find any results, so he had to gather the elders of all the families and bought two bowls of millet porridge.

"I wanted to buy another cup of hot milk or soy milk, but I looked at different search results. Some said that I should eat more protein-rich foods, and some said I should not eat protein-rich foods. I don't know which one is Really, I didn’t dare to buy it.”

Song Qingxu lifted the lid of the porridge bowl, put it on the bed cabinet to cool, and then tore off the packaging bag of the tableware, without letting Fu Yuan do anything from the beginning to the end.

Fu Yuan was moved to tears, wrapped in a quilt to watch him busy.

Song Qingxu unexpectedly enjoys this feeling of serving her boyfriend, which is completely different from taking care of her sister. She is obviously taking care of others, but it seems that she is being taken care of. She can feel that she is being needed all the time. with.

The millet porridge was still a little hot, Fu Yuan bowed his head and blew it on his side while eating it, the porridge tasted bland, but he could taste some sweetness.

Originally, Song Qingxu wanted to feed him with his own hands, but Fu Yuan refused sternly because it was inconvenient, but it was actually because he was too embarrassed.

In the end, the millet porridge was still not finished. Song Qingxu packed up the box of chopsticks and put them in a bag, and put them back on the table at the end of the bed. Then he packed up his clothes and went to take a quick shower, and went around to the other side of the bed and got under the covers.

Taking advantage of the steaming heat on his body, Song Qingxu hugged him into his arms from behind. The body he hugged was soft and warm. The scent of the same bath liquid from both of them complemented each other, lingering on the tip of the nose, as if it had the effect of calming the nerves.

Fu Yuan turned over lightly, looked at each other face to face with Song Qingxu for a while, let out a muffled laugh, and buried his head in his arms.

Everything around me fell silent.

Song Qingxu spoke slowly, but what he said made Fu Yuan feel guilty: "I'm in the hospital today, what did you call me?"

How can I say "Brother" with a delayed effect?

Fu Yuan faltered and tried to avoid this question: "What what? What did I call you?"

Song Qingxu seemed to have expected that he would not admit it, so he was not in a hurry, and asked again calmly: "Baby, what did you call me when you were sitting in the hospital corridor today?"

"Ok?"

He intentionally dragged out the last word "um" very lightly and long, which made Fu Yuan get goosebumps all over his body, and continued to deny with a nasal voice: "I didn't call you anything... I Didn't I call you Song Qingxu?"

A smile spread across Song Qingxu's lips, and his right hand fell on Fu Yuan's back, gently pressing and rubbing against him through his pajamas.

"Fu Xiaoyuan, let me ask you, what did you call me when you leaned on my shoulder in the hospital chair today?"

Fu Yuan's back trembled slightly with his rubbing, and he couldn't bear to close his back slightly, and pressed closer to Song Qingxu, and said vaguely: "It seems to be shouting something."

"Call it again, okay?"

Fu Yuan raised his head and glanced at him ferociously, "Is it okay?" He is under Song Qingxu's restraint, so why not let him?

"Brother." Because he said it very reluctantly, Fu Yuan's voice was as low as a mosquito's.

The hand that was haunting his back stopped suddenly and hugged him tightly.Song Qingxu's voice became hoarse: "Call again."

Fu Yuan was really helpless against him and was very ashamed. He lowered his head and cleared his throat, but he still couldn't get rid of the strong nasal voice: "Brother."

Song Qingxu took a deep breath, his tone trembling slightly: "Do you have any cousins ​​in your family?"

"No, my parents are the eldest in the family." Fu Yuan shook his head.

"After that, you can only call me brother."

Fu Yuan gave an "um" in doubt, feeling a hot breath approaching, raised his head in surprise to meet Song Qingxu's deep eyes like ink, filled with inexplicable emotions.

"If you kiss, you can catch a cold!"

Song Qingxu was angry and funny, seeing his frightened look, deliberately teased him: "I'll let you take care of me if I catch a cold."

"But I'm still a fragile patient!"

Song Qing Xu moved forward to cover his chattering little mouth, being extremely gentle and affectionate.

Song Qingxu caught him at night and made a fool of himself, and the result was that Fu Yuan's Crow's Mouth was effective, and when he woke up the next morning, Song Qingxu was dizzy and gloriously caught a cold.

Originally, he thought that he bought too much medicine, but now he doesn't have to worry about it—maybe this can be regarded as a "blessing in disguise"?