What to do if you are too paranoid

When Xu Zhuo was brought back by Victor, the private doctor had already been waiting for a long time.

"As long as the body temperature doesn't rise tonight, there will be no major problem." Because of Victor's order, the doctor looked at Xu Zhuoyi carefully, and he was relieved when he found that it was just an ordinary fever.

In his opinion, if a person with a good physique has a fever of this degree, the symptoms may disappear after lying down for one night.

After the doctor left, Xu Zhuo also nestled on Victor's bed, and couldn't fall asleep after going through all the fuss.

Victor followed the doctor out of the bedroom, and you came back half an hour later, holding a white porcelain bowl full of brown sugar ginger jujube soup in your hand.

He carried Xu Zhuoyi out of the bed, put him on his lap safely, and fed a whole bowl of ginger soup spoon by spoon.

He seemed to like this kind of interaction, seeing Xu Zhuoyi obediently finished his drink, he lowered his head and rolled away the remaining juice on Xu Zhuoyi's lips with his tongue.

"Good boy."

He planted a kiss without intimacy on Xu Zhuoyi's forehead.

Xu Zhuoyi's body was still hot, and his cheeks were flushed abnormally.

The sweet and spicy taste in his mouth made him a little listless. Seeing that Victor was still holding him like a little girl holding a beloved doll, he simply lifted his neck and put his lips into Victor's mouth.

Victor's tolerance can easily give people the illusion of pampering. Tasting the taste in Xu Zhuoyi's mouth, he frowned lightly, and did not let go of the delicious food that was sent to his mouth.

Xu Zhuoyi quickly lost control of his body, and when he was about to suffocate several times, he would be breathed out by Victor.

The sweater on his body had been pushed to his chest, Xu Zhuo raised his neck, panting like a dying swan.

The hands that fell on Victor's shoulders couldn't exert any strength.Xu Zhuoyi let out a "woo", and the remaining syllables disappeared between his clenched lips and teeth.

"Why are you crying?" Victor wiped the tears that Xu Zhuoyi squeezed out from the corners of Xu Zhuoyi's eyes with his fingertips, and said softly, "Are you feeling sick again?"

Xu Zhuoyi's body was still trembling from time to time because of the entanglement just now, and there was a glint of moisture in his eyes, he didn't even have the aura to stare at others, he was so beautiful as hell.

"Let's rest." The cold fingertips ran across the thin eyelids, Xu Zhuoyi's frowning brows were smoothed, and Victor's deep voice seemed to have a hypnotic magic: "I will be by your side."

Xu Zhuo didn't know how long he had slept, all the windows in the bedroom were covered by heavy curtains, and only a few dim wall lamps were turned on in the room.

There seemed to be a layer of ancient mist in front of his eyes, making him think for a moment that he was waking up in the lair of vampire nobles in the Middle Ages.

Xu Zhuo also remembered that there were several rows of switches on the wall at the door of the bedroom. He got up and got out of bed, groped slowly to the door, pressed the switch, and finally made his eyes light up.

The bedroom is very big, Xu Zhuo also walked around and found a photo album with a sense of age on an antique piano placed in the corner.

The cover of the album is a graceful and beautiful woman sitting on a European-style high-back sofa. Her face has obvious oriental features, and her bright facial features are softened by her eyes falling somewhere.

On the carpet next to the sofa, the little boy she was watching was staring in the direction of the camera with a pair of cat-like beautiful blue eyes.

"This is my grandmother." Victor always came quietly, and he didn't know how long he watched behind the scenes. Seeing Xu Zhuoyi staring at the cover of the album, he suddenly spoke.

Victor's Chinese is quite fluent. Xu Zhuoyi originally thought that last night was just an auditory hallucination after a fever, but he didn't expect to hear this voice again after waking up.

Xu Zhuo also forgot to react for a moment, and just looked at the other party without blinking.

"So surprised?" There was a smile in Victor's eyes, he picked up the photo album, took Xu Zhuoyi's hand and led him to the sofa to sit down.

"My grandmother is from the same country as you." Victor's pitch changed a lot when he spoke Chinese, which is not surprising, but it easily captured Xu Zhuoyi's ears like wearing a small hook.

"I had a wonderful time with her when I was a child." There was a little nostalgia in Victor's eyes. In his vitality, that gentle grandmother was one of the few colors.

"She gave me a Chinese name." When Victor said this, he hugged Xu Zhuoyi, who had been looking at him, on his lap, and rubbed his lips lovingly with his head down. "There are many fates between us."

He held Xu Zhuoyi's hand, and wrote his name stroke by stroke in his open palm.

Fu Boyi.

Xu Zhuoyi looked down at the empty palm, curled his fingers a few times, as if he wanted to grab something.

They left the bedroom on the second floor, like last time, Xu Zhuo also saw no one else in this castle.

Under Xu Zhuoyi's surprised gaze, Fu Boyi went to the kitchen to stay for a while, and came out with two plates of light dishes.

After putting the dishes on the table, he went back to the kitchen, and brought out another bowl of brown sugar ginger jujube soup that Xu Zhuo was familiar with.

Xu Zhuoyi looked down at the bowl full of ginger soup pushed in front of him, and didn't speak for a long time.

Perhaps Fu Boyi was influenced by his grandmother, both recipes and ginger soup are quite Chinese.

Xu Zhuo didn't really want to drink this bowl of food, his face turned bitter, reminding Fu Boyi who was sitting opposite him of the clump of flower branches bent by heavy snow the night before.

Xu Zhuo stared at the bowl of ginger soup bitterly, several times Fu Boyi thought he heard a heavy sigh.

"Your body is too weak." Fu Boyi didn't give him a chance to resist, and stared at him to drink it all before looking back.

After drinking the ginger soup, Xu Zhuoyi didn't want to talk to Fu Boyi anymore.

He just had a fever, and all the flavors in his mouth were greatly reduced.

Even if the things on the table were all made by Fu Boyi himself, Xu Zhuo was not interested, not to mention that he was forced by Fu Boyi to finish a bowl of disgusting ginger soup just now, so he was even more lazy at this moment.

After dinner, Fu Boyi watched helplessly as the young man almost buried his head in the table.

Fu Boyi called the housekeeper, and brought Xu Zhuoyi, who had lost his vitality, back to the second floor.

Entering the bedroom, Xu Zhuo also saw the bed where he lay down twice, and fell into some kind of memory. He pursed his lower lip, and finally couldn't keep his face tensed all night, "Sir."

He softly reminded the man whose palm had already touched the back of his neck: "I still have class tomorrow."

"I'll ask the driver to take you there." Fu Boyi said calmly.

He seemed to enjoy the process of ripping Xu Zhuoyi into his belly, before entering Xu Zhuoyi, Xu Zhuoyi had vented twice in his palms and lips.

When being entered, Xu Zhuo also gasped lightly.

Because of the excessively intense quick gan, his eyes began to lose focus, and soon completely melted into a puddle of water under Fu Boyi's control.

Before the end of the semester, Xu Zhuo also got a chance to study abroad.

He and Fu Boyi mentioned it at the dinner table the night before, but the next day, Xu Zhuoyi was pushed into the car twice by the other party on the way to the airport.

Before getting out of the car, Fu Boyi dressed Xu Zhuoyi, who was unable to use his hands, one by one.

After buttoning the last button, Fu Boyi lowered his head and left a bite mark on Xu Zhuoyi's collarbone.

Xu Zhuoyi has not escaped the sensitive aftertaste, he raised his neck and accepted the mark Fu Boyi gave him.

Before getting out of the car, Fu Boyi wrapped his scarf around Xu Zhuoyi's neck, and touched Xu Zhuoyi's pink cheek: "Come back early."

Originally, the school had booked air tickets for all those who participated in this event, but when he arrived at the airport, Xu Zhuo found that his air tickets had been upgraded to first class.

All the time on the plane, Xu Zhuo, who was exhausted, also used it to catch up on sleep.

This is the last semester of his studies.

When the plane landed in a strange country, Xu Zhuo suddenly woke up from his sleep.

The one-week event was very busy. Before the end of the event, Xu Zhuo had already completed academic communication with the school through email.

Half an hour after the rest of the group got on the plane back to Russia, Xu Zhuo also boarded another plane that would land in Yuncheng twelve hours later.

The tooth marks left by Fu Boyi on his neck were still clearly visible, and Xu Zhuo also tightened the scarf around his neck, carrying only simple luggage, and set foot on his way home.

He turned his head and saw a large sea of ​​clouds surging outside the window.

Passing through a layer of misty and white clouds, the plane will bring Xu Zhuoyi back to his real hometown.

The author has something to say: Who would have thought that Fu Boyi’s wife ran away because she couldn’t stand him twice a day and doubled on weekends?