After accidentally kissing a roommate

The central garden is next to a police station.

Although the police in the United States do not do much on a daily basis, they have some deterrent effect. In addition, the intersection here is brightly lit and very bright, and people who are generally only looking for money dare not approach it.

What's more, Song Xuan almost left behind all those who were chasing just now. They may have chased Song Xuan a few steps, but they did not catch up.

Stepping here means that Song Xuan is already safe.

But he was still afraid.

Hugging Chen Aowen's waist tightly, Song Xuan breathed tremblingly, resting his chin on Chen Aowen's shoulder, and the hot air he exhaled brushed over the skin around Chen Aowen's neck, causing trembling and numbness.

The chests of the two pressed against each other rose and fell, and Song Xuan greedily smelled the smell from Chen Aowen's body, trying to absorb strength through hugging.

Song Xuan hugged her tightly, which was a vent of emotion and a kind of self-indulgence, but Chen Aowen was obviously stunned by the sudden hug, and didn't react immediately.

After his breathing gradually calmed down, Song Xuan felt that Chen Aowen moved in front of him. The arms at his side were slowly raised, and then fell on Song Xuan's shoulders and the back of his head. He hugged him gently and patted him again Pat him on the back.

The two figures clinging to each other stood under the lamp for a full 5 minutes before Song Xuan slowly let go of his hands grasping Chen Aowen's waist.

After slowly separating.

Chen Aowen watched with lowered eyes, his gaze was gentle, and he asked the question Song Xuan didn't answer just now: "What's wrong?"

From the hug just now, Chen Aowen could feel Song Xuan's uneasiness.

"I seem to have met those people mentioned in the news." Song Xuan said, "They followed me just now."

First, he was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what Song Xuan was talking about, Chen Aowen backed away a little, looked carefully at Song Xuanzhou's body, and said nervously, "Are you not injured? Did you run into them head-on?"

Song Xuan shook his head.

At the same time, Chen Aowen's eyes fell on the back of Song Xuan's right hand. He focused his eyes and held Song Xuan's arm: "How did this happen?"

After being questioned, Song Xuan found two shallow blood marks on the back of his right hand, and the skin beside the wound was a little broken, probably because he accidentally scratched a tree branch protruding from the side of the road while running.

Song Xuan: "It's okay, I should have touched it accidentally."

But Chen Aowen didn't let go of his frowning eyebrows. He took Song Xuan's wrist and walked towards the house, his voice and expression were heavy: "Go back first, I'll apply some medicine for you."

Song Xuan: "No need? It's just a small wound..."

For the first time, Chen Aowen interrupted forcefully: "It must be painted."

When they got home, the two sat on the sofa. Chen Aowen gently supported Song Xuan's palm with one hand, and applied medicine to him with the iodine bottle in the other.

Chen Aowen's fingertips were slightly cold, and it felt a little itchy when they fell on the palm, which made Song Xuan feel an urge to hold it down. However, being controlled by Chen Aowen, Song Xuan didn't dare to move easily, so he just focused on staring at the fingertips. with his own wounds.

The cotton ball was stained with the lotion, and it was a little stinging. When it was applied to the depth of the wound, Song Xuan couldn't help "hissing", and Chen Aowen gave his right hand a pause.

"pain?"

Song Xuan: "A little bit."

Chen Aowen was silent for a moment, and blamed himself: "It's my fault, I should go out with you."

"It's not your fault, it has nothing to do with you."

It's not for Chen Aowen to decide who he will meet on the way back and forth.

Song Xuan said: "Even if you stay with me, maybe you will meet them when you come back."

"But in this case, at least I'm by your side." Chen Aowen said without hesitation, "If you were alone in those dangerous and thrilling moments, it would be too hopeless. If you were with me, you wouldn't As scared as before."

I just don't want Song Xuan to feel isolated and helpless.

Even if there is danger, Chen Aowen will accompany him.

Four eyes facing each other.

Song Xuan's heart beat quickened once again when he heard the overtones.

Rolling his Adam's apple, Song Xuan asked, "You called me a lot?"

When he entered the room just now, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. There were a total of six missed calls, all of which were from Chen Aowen.

"Yeah." Chen Aowen gently blew on the wound, "You said you went out to buy milk, but you didn't come back after so long, I'm worried about you."

After finishing speaking, Chen Aowen suddenly realized something, and looked at the gift bag that had been placed on the coffee table since entering the room.

Chen Aowen: "What is this? Isn't it buying milk?"

"...It's your gift." Song Xuan paused and added, "Christmas gift."

Chen Aowen couldn't believe it.

Song Xuan: "I also bought milk, but the bucket was too heavy, so I threw it away on the way back to run faster. Originally, this was intended to be given to you on Christmas, but now that you know it, why don't you take it apart?" Let's take a look?"

Chen Aowen stared at the gift bag on the table, then turned his head to look at Song Xuan, moved his eyes back and forth twice before reaching out to take it.

The wind chime was properly packaged without any damage. Chen Aowen held the lanyard at the top, and the hanging ceramic towers collided with each other, making ding ding dong dong ding.

Chen Aowen looked at the two towers representing different places, his eyes moved.

Song Xuan asked: "Do you like it?"

Chen Aowen: "I like it very much."

Watching Chen Aowen's expression, Song Xuan said, "Then why don't you look so happy?"

Chen Aowen's gaze fell on the back of Song Xuan's hand again: "Of course I'm happy to receive a gift, but you're injured, and it's for this..."

Naturally, his emotions couldn't rise.

Song Xuan: "I'm really fine. I won't be in the future. If I go out at night, I will definitely ask you to accompany me."

Hearing this sentence, Chen Aowen's face softened a little: "Yes."

Trying to avoid the wound with his hands down, Song Xuan went to the bathroom to take a shower. Before going to bed, he thought that when the small wound scabs over tomorrow, he will be able to count down to Christmas with peace of mind.Unexpectedly, the next morning, when Song Xuan opened his eyes, he felt dizzy and had a slight pain in his throat.

Clearing his throat and swallowing again, Song Xuan thought helplessly: He seems to have caught a cold.

It's not that Song Xuan is weak.

It's just that it's the middle of winter after all, and Song Xuan ran so fast the night before, with the bitter cold wind blowing into his mouth, coupled with the nervousness, it was inevitable that he would catch a cold.

Standing up with his head propped up, Song Xuan opened the door and saw Chen Aowen just coming out of the room, and said "Morning", but he spoke in a strong nasal voice.

Chen Aowen: "Do you have a cold?"

Song Xuan touched his nose: "It seems a little..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Aowen's expression was a little strange, and Song Xuan said again: "But it's nothing, just drink some hot water and it will be fine."

Chen Aowen's hand touched his forehead: "It's a little hot."

After speaking, he turned and entered the room, and began to change his clothes: "I'll take you to the hospital."

Song Xuan: "No need, I have a small cold."

Chen Aowen said: "There are no cold medicines and antipyretics at home, so go get some medicine."

Song Xuan didn't like going to the hospital since he was a child, and resisted: "It's good to cover yourself with two more layers of quilt and sweat."

Chen Aowen walked out of the room, pushed Song Xuan into the room, and said in a firm tone, "Change quickly, or I will help you take it off."

Song Xuan: "..."

Song Xuan: "Understood, I will change."

The fever came on during the drive to the hospital.

Song Xuan was sitting in the co-pilot, huddled in the seat sleepily, humming unconsciously.

Even though the car windows were closed tightly and the car was heated, but even a little bit of cold wind leaked in through the gaps in the windows, which could make Song Xuan's joints ache.

A small face was flushed, and the back of Chen Aowen's hand was pressed against his forehead again, but was grabbed by Song Xuan the moment he touched it.

"Cold, uncomfortable."

Chen Aowen coaxed: "Well, stop touching."

The outstretched hand was held by Song Xuan all the time, and he didn't let go.

Chen Aowen gently hugged Song Xuan, but did not pull away.

After a 10-minute drive, the car stopped in front of the hospital.

Song Xuan's consciousness was very confused. He closed his eyes the whole time, only to hear Chen Aowen stop the car, and then there was the sound of opening and closing the door. In a blink of an eye, Chen Aowen had walked to his side and helped him take off his seat belt. .

With an arm around Song Xuan's back, Song Xuan leaned half on Chen Aowen's shoulder with his strength, and just like that, Song Xuan was half carried into the hospital.

Song Xuan didn't know much about the procedure of seeing a doctor afterwards. He was placed on the seat, and Chen Aowen was walking back and forth all by himself. When he moved again, it was time to go in to see a doctor.

After an examination, it turned out that it was not entirely due to catching a cold, but a bacterial cold. The doctor prescribed the corresponding medicine and took Song Xuan's temperature: "It's a bit high."

Chen Aowen said to the doctor: "He just got up in the morning and it's not like this. He suddenly became anxious on the road, can he be put on an IV?"

Song Xuan hated anything related to needles, and just wanted to say no, but the doctor listened to Chen Aowen's words and felt that it was necessary, so he prescribed an IV for two days with a wave of his hand.

Song Xuan: "..."

Helpless, he could only lean on Chen Aowen and was helped out of the consulting room.

In the drip room.

There were not many people sitting here hanging the water, and soon it was Song Xuan's turn to line up.

In Song Xuan's frightened eyes.

The chubby nurse came towards him with two bottles of medicine, a needle in one hand and alcohol cotton in the other, and patted the back of Song Xuan's hand twice, mercilessly poking the needle into the blood vessel of Song Xuan's left hand.

The pain made Song Xuan grim.

Before Song Xuan recovered from the pain.

The nurse hung the two bottles of water on the pole, lowered her head and said casually to Chen Aowen, "Pay attention to your boyfriend's bottle, after the first bottle is hung, press the button on the wall, and I will come over to change the second bottle .”

The author has something to say: If it’s nothing serious and you don’t have medical insurance, don’t go to see a doctor in an American hospital, it’s very expensive, very expensive!