Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

"Let go of me quickly, I'll go find a thermometer, or if you are so stupid, we can only drink northwest wind together!"

Xin Tang has a very clear understanding of himself, he is just a waste snack who knows nothing and can't stand the cold.

Ying Huan still didn't let go, as if he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

Helpless, Xin Tang had no choice but to change his mind, slowed down his voice and comforted: "Ying Huan, I want to go downstairs, can you let me go?"

"Do not want to."

"Why don't you want to?"

Ying Huan stopped talking again.

Why is this person so difficult when he is sick? !

Xin Tang could only patiently recall what he had said before. The only word "want" he mentioned was "want to go downstairs", so Ying Huan's reply was referring to this?

"I want to go downstairs?" Xin Tang asked tentatively again.

"Do not want to."

"No, I think. Ying Huan, you can only decide whether you want to do something, not whether I want it or not."

Ying Huan buried her face and felt wronged by him.

Xin Tang: "..."

Well, he can only organize his thoughts again and take a different path.

Although Ying Huan is unreasonable today, she seems to be very clingy to him...

"Then you can go with me, you are very warm, I think you can go with me?"

Ying Huan was finally willing to raise her head, her long and narrow eyes were burnt red, stained with a little mist, and looked foggy.

Xin Tang suddenly felt blessed, and kissed Ying Huan's forehead, "You can accompany me."

Ying Huan didn't speak, but that attitude was obviously tacit.

Finally pulling him up from the bed, Xin Tang hurriedly took Ying Huan downstairs, lest he suddenly regret it.

But the fact is that he really thinks too much, Ying Huan is like a big dog in the nesting period, clinging to him without even turning his eyes.

Xin Tang went straight to the medicine cabinet all the way, selected several medicines for reducing fever, prepared them according to the instructions, and let Ying Huan take them.

After he was done, he took Ying Huan's temperature.

39.4 degrees Celsius!

Xin Tang's pupils quivered, and he quickly turned on the tablet to check: How many degrees does it take to be burned stupid?

Most of the answers were above 41 degrees. After Xin Tang breathed a sigh of relief, he searched some other entries, only to realize that a temperature of 39 degrees is also very dangerous, and it is possible to fall into a coma. Confused, it is best to send to the hospital for treatment.

But the road was blocked by heavy snow outside, and Xin Tang couldn't bring Ying Huan out.

But he thought, okay, just confused, not stupid, there is salvation.

Xin Tang continued to search: Why do you become so clingy when you are sick?

The combination of the first few answers means that it is difficult to be sick. If you cannot express it, you will have a psychological need to seek comfort and dependence.

Although Ying Huan's current situation is that she is so confused that she can't express her feelings clearly, this answer seems reasonable, but the problem is that these answers are aimed at children!

Ying Huan is already 28, and he is bigger than him when he pulls it out, what kind of kid is he?

Xin Tang felt that this answer was unreliable, and searched for a long time while holding the tablet, and finally found the reason why an adult became sick and clingy in the gaps of a small advertisement on a webpage: this behavior may be due to a lack of sense of security in childhood satisfying compensatory behavior.

What, for a beauty like Ying Huan, shouldn't parents be holding him in their hands?How can there be compensatory behaviors of insecurity?

Speaking of which, Ying Huan doesn't like his own face, so is there any relationship between the two things?

If this was the case, wouldn't Ying Huan still be a little cabbage in the field when he was a child?

However, Xin Tang glanced at Ying Huan, who was blushing and drowsy leaning against him, and thought that even if it was a cabbage, Ying Huan should be the juiciest one in the field.

Seeing that Ying Huan had fallen asleep completely, Xin Tang wanted to sneak his hands in his hands to wash up and cook some food. If he didn't brush his teeth in the morning, he would really suffer.

However, as soon as he moved his arm a little, Ying Huan opened his eyes all of a sudden, he was really more sensitive than a dog.

Xin Tang immediately gave up the plan to sneak away, "I'm going to wash up, how about we go together? I want you to accompany me."

Ying Huan tilted his head, and after taking the antipyretics, his mind was still a little confused, but he still stuck to Xin Tang and stood up.

Ying Huan had completely lost the ability to live independently, and he wanted to see Xin Tang brushing his teeth, so he closed his eyes and opened his mouth to Xin Tang.

Xin Tang: "..." Forget it, Ying Huan brushed his teeth for him last time, so it's a courtesy.

Seeing Ying Huan's well-behaved appearance, Xin Tang gradually had evil thoughts in his heart. Damn it, he should really take a picture of Ying Huan's appearance.

Doesn't Ying Huan always love to photograph him?This is called tit for tat!

However, 10 minutes later, Xin Tang reluctantly put the tablet aside, why didn't he realize that his tablet didn't have a camera!

Is this unreasonable?

Could it be... Ying Huan had expected today?

"Crafty and cunning." Xin Tang turned his head and stared at Ying Huan dissatisfied.

Ying Huan opened his foggy eyes and couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

Xin Tang: "..."

Forget it, all the flirtatious eyes are thrown to the blind... No, it should be said to be right!

The snow is so heavy today, Aunt Huang will definitely not be able to come, and Ying Huan has also been burned into a fool, and the burden of cooking falls on Xin Tang, who can't see a knife.

Fuck!

Xin Tang suddenly remembered that he still didn't know why he couldn't touch the knife!

The last time Ying Huan said he was going to tell him, but he was busy with work, and Xin Tang didn't have time to ask that day, so he forgot about it when he woke up the next day.

Xin Tang thought about it several times in his heart. When Ying Huan recovered from his illness, he must remember to ask what was going on!

He made an fried egg noodle for breakfast, and after a while, Xin Tang started to worry about lunch again.

Between continuing to eat boiled noodles and drinking porridge with a different taste, Xin Tang struggled for a while, and decided to make porridge.

Needless to say, Ying Huan kept sticking to him while cooking the porridge, Xin Tang was already used to the weight of a head on his shoulders.

After the porridge was cooked, Xin Tang filled two bowls and handed them to Ying Huan, while he walked out slowly with only a small can of sugar in his arms. It was very unfair, but Ying Huan had no objection.

Naturally, the candy was for Ying Huan, and after Ying Huan mentioned it that day, Xin Tang took it to heart.

Xin Tang added a spoonful of sugar to Ying Huan's bowl, stirred it well, scooped half a spoonful and handed it to Ying Huan's mouth: "How about a taste?"

Ying Huan swallowed obediently and shook her head, "It's not sweet."

Xin Tang added another spoonful and stirred well.

Ying Huan still shook her head: "It's not sweet."

Xin Tang added another spoonful, and again came to the conclusion that it was not sweet.

His understanding of Ying Huan's sweetness has reached a new level. He thought that whole sugar was already sweet enough, but Ying Huan only wanted whole sugar because he didn't have double sugar!

With a sullen face, Xin Tang added spoonful after spoonful.

After adding six spoonfuls of sugar, Ying Huan finally nodded, approving the sweetness.

That's... the degree to which Xin Tang felt his voice was squishy even after thinking about it.

Xin Tang pushed the porridge in front of Ying Huan, "Eat it."

Unexpectedly, Ying Huan shook his head, pushed the porridge back to Xin Tang's side, and looked at him expectantly.

Xin Tang: "..."

"You don't want to give it to me, do you?"

"Tangtang, eat."

"I don't eat, you eat, this is for you."

"eat."

Damn, this doesn't make sense at all.

Forget it, Xin Tang never thought of reasoning with a fool.

Xin Tang picked up the bowl and pretended to take a sip—in fact, he secretly tilted the spoon when bringing it to his mouth, so that the porridge in the spoon flowed back along the wall of the bowl. Ying Huan should be more than enough.

Sure enough, Xin Tang took a glance and found that Ying Huan's eyes were shining, as if he was very happy for him to share this beloved bowl of sweet porridge.

With a professional smirk, Xin Tang scooped up a large spoonful of porridge and fed it to Ying Huan's mouth: "We each have a spoonful, can we all eat well? I won't leave you to eat alone."

Ying Huan happily swallowed the sweet porridge in one gulp.

So stupid...that Xin Tang couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Who would have thought that the person who tricked him into wearing a collar yesterday would have a negative IQ today?

You ate the sweet porridge one bite at a time, and then Xin Tang picked up his bowl of porridge that was almost cold and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, finally finishing his lunch without any danger.

In order to spend the afternoon with peace of mind, Xin Tang, who hadn’t taken a nap for a long time, took Ying Huan upstairs and fell asleep. Of course, part of the reason why he did this was because it was said on the Internet that it is best to cover it under the quilt when you have a fever. , The fever subsides after sweating.

Anyway, I can't go out, so let's just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Of course, there are good sleepers and bad sleepers.

For example, regarding the posture problem, Ying Huan is a bit taller than Xin Tang, and usually likes to sleep with him in his arms. However, Ying Huan, who is confused, seems to have a certain misunderstanding of his own body shape, which is specifically manifested in ——He insisted on shrinking into Xintang's arms.

Such a big one, retracted into Xintang's arms!

Xin Tang felt that he was like a male mother in a pornographic film, hugging her tall son, while pushing her barren small boobs to her son's mouth.

Gan, don't think about it, go to sleep.