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Why……

It was also difficult for Zhou Jing to explain why, he only knew that during this period of time there was mixed pressure and his mind was in chaos, he could avoid the rain when it was raining, and come back when the rain stopped.

Or, as Yu Xiu said, he could also call for help, but it was a 10-minute journey, no matter which method would make him drench as badly as before.

But he didn't, and rushed into the rain when it was raining heavily. In this cold and humid winter in the south, he drenched himself in cold rain.

He originally wanted the rain to wash away all his troubles, but he didn't expect that his fever would make his mind even more dizzy.

Zhou Jing's lips moved a few times, and his body limply pressed against the wall as if powerless.

"Brother." Yu Xiu lowered his eyes and sighed vaguely, "I know you don't like to trouble others, but don't do it again next time, okay?"

There was a bit of helplessness in the gentle tone, Zhou Jing nodded in a strange way, like a child who knows his mistakes and repents, completely obedient to the words of his elders.

"I made ginger soup." Yu Xiu withdrew his hand and took half a step away from him, pointing to the porcelain bowl on the coffee table, "Brother, go to bed and rest after drinking, I'll go buy some medicine later."

After he finished speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen. After a while, there was an intermittent sound of water from inside, which should be cleaning the pot.

Zhou Jing froze in place for a few seconds, then mechanically walked to the coffee table, picked up a bowl and carefully sipped it clean. The spicy taste of ginger was like a stream of fire ignited in the esophagus. A layer of sweat, coupled with the thin clothes on his body after taking a shower, soon shivered a few times.

After drinking the ginger soup, he wrapped himself completely in a quilt. As soon as his body relaxed, a strong sense of dizziness followed, and the soft mattress seemed to swallow him up.

Almost falling asleep on the bed, the sound of rain outside the window mixed with the car horn, everything gradually became less clear.

In a hazy state of consciousness, Zhou Jing was woken up by a pair of hands. Perhaps he had a severe fever, and he was not so clear-headed when he spoke. What I heard was: "The soup is finished, the bowl has not been cleaned..."

Yu Xiu couldn't help smiling, and pointed the electronic thermometer in his hand at Zhou Jing's forehead, and after a while, it showed a temperature of 39 degrees.

He frowned, and carefully tucked the quilt up for Zhou Jing, "The severe fever has something to do with not having enough rest during this period."

"Well..." Zhou Jing responded lightly, and could continue to answer, "I feel uncomfortable when I wake up in the morning, and my whole body hurts."

"It might be that I have had a fever since the morning, and it has been raining until now." Yu Xiu's tone was a bit reproachful, but he was helpless, "Brother, go to sleep first, I'll go buy some antipyretics and come back. "

"Yeah." After agreeing this time, Zhou Jing didn't make another sound. Hearing the heavy and long breathing, he seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Yu Xiu stood by the bed in a daze for a while, and looked carefully at the tired and distressed face. For the first time, he felt that people are so fragile, just a cold seems to be overwhelmed.

He didn't know how to take care of himself before, and now he is still the same as before. His kindness seems to be reserved for others other than himself.

Yu Xiu thought, probably he was the one who received the most favor.

He couldn't help but bend down, and lightly pressed the back of his warm hand on Zhou Jing's cheek. His sickly pale cheek was flushed with burns, which seemed a bit seductive for no reason.

Yu Xiu's heart throbbed again, and countless thoughts of wanting to get close to him flashed through his mind.

But he could only endure it, the intimacy he obtained secretly would only fill him with guilt, and the more it was like this, the more empty he felt.

Zhou Jing snorted comfortably, and took the initiative to put her cheek closer to Yu Xiu's hand.

The scorching temperature mixed with breath came from between the fingers, and the rising body temperature rushed the aroma after bathing violently. Yu Xiu suddenly flashed a jerk, and quickly pulled his hand back.

The wind and rain outside the window seemed to be calming down gradually. Yu Xiu took advantage of this to take an umbrella and went downstairs to buy some antipyretics. When he came back, he cleaned up the dishes that Zhou Jing missed even when he was sick.

After coaxing Zhou Jing to take the medicine, Yu Xiu himself lost his appetite. Although there was a hint of hunger in his belly, he was unwilling to eat, let alone cook.

He simply lay on his side and went to the bedside, and he felt a lot more relaxed when he heard Zhou Jing's more steady breathing, which was rare for him to feel sleepy.

When I woke up again, the whole room was already completely dyed by the night, except for one or two spots of light from the windows.

Zhou Jing struggled to sit up from the bed, seemingly unaware that Yu Xiu was awakened.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Yu Xiu stood up, subconsciously wanting to reach out and grab him.

"A little thirsty." Zhou Jing's voice was weak, and the sound of breathing still sounded a little heavy.

"Sit still, I'll get it."

After Yu Xiu finished speaking, he got up from the bed, walked to the bedside table in the dark and turned on the lamp. With a "click", the light suddenly lit up, driving the night out of the room.

When she turned her head, Zhou Jing was sitting on the bed and wrapped herself in a quilt, her sickly face looked pale under the lamp.

Yu Xiu went to the tea table and poured a glass of warm water, and watched Zhou Jing raise his head to finish drinking the water. He stared at the Adam's apple wriggling up and down until Zhou Jing touched his mouth with the empty glass. hand.

"Thank you." Zhou Jing wiped off the water stains around her lips with her thumb, and her face finally looked better.

"Brother will lie down later..." Yu Xiu turned around and walked quickly to the bathroom, explaining, "I'll get a towel to wipe your sweat."

When Yu Xiu mentioned this, Zhou Jing just noticed that his whole body was a little wet and sticky, and his neck was covered with a layer of sweat.

When Yu Xiu fetched the towel, he was still holding the empty water glass in his hand, as if he was at a loss as to what to do. While Zhou Jing was wiping the sweat stains, Yu Xiu walked around the bed several times before remembering to use the towel. Put down the glass in your hand.

Seeing his bewildered appearance, Zhou Jing couldn't help but chuckled in a low voice, Yu Xiu had never taken care of others like this, so it was a bit embarrassing for him.

As for myself, my mind is even more complicated, I just feel that if I look at that face a few more times, it seems that I will fall into a sinking and cannot extricate myself.

"Stop busy, Yu Xiu." Zhou Jing yawned tiredly, and glanced at the time on the phone, "It's almost midnight, go to bed first."

"Yeah." Although Yu Xiu agreed, he didn't seem to be going to sleep at all, "The thermometer..."

He muttered something in a low voice, his eyes kept searching around the room, obviously he had just used it not long ago, and for a moment he forgot where he put the thermometer.

"There's no need to measure it." Zhou Jing pulled the quilt to lie down, "Perhaps the body temperature will return to normal tomorrow morning."

"Brother, rest first, find it tomorrow and then measure it."

Yu Xiu gave up searching for the time being, but suddenly sat down on the edge of the bed and put his head on Zhou Jing's forehead to test the temperature. The two of them got very close to each other, their noses rubbed against their noses, and their heat collided and entangled.

Zhou Jing was held by his hands on the back of his head, unable to move, he could only close his eyes obediently, his Adam's apple rolled up and down gently, and even swallowed his saliva very carefully.

His breathing was light and shallow, and even his heart was beating chaotically as if he was sick.

"It feels...better than before."

When Yu Xiu finished speaking, he let go of his hand and turned off the lamp on the table at the same time.

The two of them were instantly engulfed in darkness, like a mysterious veil, at this moment, no one could see whose face clearly.