I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

No matter what Lu Heng said, Jiang Xing would not let Jiang Xing get down by himself, and he hugged him to the sofa in the living room abruptly.

Turning his head, he took out all the blankets and shawls at home and piled them on him.

"Don't plug the door." Jiang Xing couldn't move, and barely stretched out his hand to pull off the woolen scarf that was wrapped around his mouth, and said helplessly, "It's not that fragile."

Lu Heng ignored it at all, cut the unwanted clothes into strips, and stuffed them into the cracks in the door and windows of the living room, leaving no corners unattended.

"No, I still have to breathe."

Jiang Xing gave up struggling and collapsed in the pile of clothes, his cheeks flushed abnormally.

His body was hot, his mind was dizzy, and he rubbed against the pillow unconsciously.The slightly messy black hair fell on his cheeks, making him look particularly young.

The soft brows and eyes were slightly frowned, and he couldn't bear to say anything when he was wronged.

It is very distressing.

Lu Heng was restless, but there was nothing he could do.He and Lu Qiming are in good health, and the most common cold medicines at home are all expired, so they dare not give them to Jiang Xing.

He leaned closer to Jiang Xing, and pressed their foreheads against each other.

It's a little hot.It must be because of the wind blowing when I went out with Nie Xuefan just now.

Lu Heng clenched his lips angrily, regretting why he let Nie Xuefan, who was not friendly at first glance, into the house.

The only consolation is that Jiang Xing rejected Nie Xuefan.

Jiang Xing barely opened his eyes, smiled at him, and instead came to comfort him: "You are so anxious that I feel flustered."

After such an interruption, Lu Heng sighed, sat down and gently patted Jiang Xing's shoulder.

He deliberately hummed the song his mother had sung, the melody lingered in his heart, but he couldn't make any sound.

Obviously there is no problem with the vocal organs... This is the first time that Lu Heng has such a strong urge to speak.

Even if someone throws stones at school and laughs at them, Lu Heng will only endure the idea of ​​doing something, and doesn't bother to talk to them.

And Lu Qiming will take action earlier than him, and severely teach the brats who caused trouble.

He and Lu Qiming have always been close brothers.

Lu Heng felt a little awkward.

He still can't get used to Lu Qiming these two days, because Jiang Xing...

Jiang Xing closed his eyes and whispered, "It's so hot."

Lu Heng could only touch his cheek.

Jiang Xing was not wrong.It was he himself who could not accept the fact that the treasure was taken away.

Jiang Xing huddled under his hands in discomfort, tightly holding onto his little finger, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

Lu Heng spurned himself again for the dark thoughts deep in his heart.

He actually thought that even if Jiang Xing was sick, he couldn't leave the plateau.He will be as weak as a newborn lamb, and can only rely on himself and his brother.

Lu Qiming cooked dinner.As soon as Jiang Xing smelled the hot and delicious beef vermicelli soup, he became alive a bit.

"I'm so hungry, Qiming help me."

He stretched out his hand, asking for a hug.

It was the first time he was called "Qi Ming" by Jiang Xing, and the young man could hardly hold his expression.

Relatives and friends are used to calling names, how come Jiang Xing's mouth becomes lingering and sentimental?

He couldn't save Jiang Xing, it should be Jiang Xing who saved him.

Jiang Xing reluctantly praised Lu Qiming for his good craftsmanship, and ate a hot meal.

Lu Qiming peeled off the zong leaves on Jiang Xing's body, and his sweaty clothes were a little wet. If he didn't take a bath, he would easily aggravate his cold.

But Jiang Xing's hands and feet were soft, and it was obvious that he was not able to stand up.Lu Qiming pondered for a moment, and dragged out a small bathtub from the warehouse.

Lu Heng scratched his head in embarrassment, it was the basin he used for medicinal baths when he was a teenager, although it was cleaned, but...

Lu Qiming: "Jiang Xing? Jiang Xing?"

Jiang Xing barely opened his eyes, stared at him quietly, and didn't speak, his eyes were full of unconscious coquettish grievances.

A person needs to be strong when he is sick. You have to buy medicine and infusion to be hospitalized.

But if someone loves you, no matter how soft and fragile you are, you can indulge as much as you want.

Lu Qiming had no choice but to turn on the fan first, and then cleaned the bathtub several times, not letting go of every corner, and then went to the bathroom with Jiang Xing in his arms.

Lu Heng held on to the door with an anxious expression on his face.

"I'll do it alone." Lu Qiming nodded to him and closed the bathroom door.

Jiang Xing was not clear-headed, and actually laughed out loud when he saw Lu Heng's tangled expression.

"What?" Lu Qiming said helplessly.Help him unbutton his clothes politely and restraintly.

Jiang Xing's skin is as tender as milk.The red mark on the side waist is particularly eye-catching.

He blinked dully, followed Lu Qiming's line of sight to look at the marks on his body, and said with a smile, "You did a good job."

The pickup truck had a narrow space and couldn't move. Lu Qiming was extremely restless, and his hands were inevitably heavier.

The young man lowered his head in embarrassment, hugged him and slowly put him into the bathtub.

The water was slightly hot, and he sighed comfortably, putting his right hand on the edge of the tub and asked Lu Qiming to hold it.

"Don't be so... coquettish."

Lu Qiming found this word from his poor common language vocabulary. When Jiang Xing heard it, he smiled until the corners of his eyes softened.

"Are you willing?" He leaned his chin on his arm, just a punch away from Lu Qiming's cheek, and it was hard to tell who was who from the rising water temperature and scorching breath.

"Huh?" Jiang Xing didn't hide his complacency, his voice was joyful, and he hooked Lu Qiming lightly, "Qiming?"

Lu Qiming took a ladle of hot water and slowly wet his hair, Jiang Xing instinctively closed his eyes, unable to tease him anymore.

"You can't be more peaceful." Lu Qiming said.

Jiang Xing groaned: "Don't. It's too rare to see each other."

Lu Qiming reprimanded in a low voice: "Nonsense."

Although he was tall, he did things carefully, not even a drop of water flowed into his ears, wrapped his hair in a dry towel, and wiped it gently.

"Is the water cold?"

Jiang Xing picked up a little water and splashed it on him, "No."

"You really..." Lu Qiming couldn't help him, "Sit up straight."

Jiang Xing rubbed upwards, lazily lying on his back on the edge, his eyes half-closed, with a peaceful expression.

The towel passed over Bai Yuningxue, and Lu Qiming suddenly had the illusion of wiping the statue in the water, and felt dumb.

He is going crazy.

Lu Qiming inevitably thought of Nie Xuefan who had just fought with him.

Was Jiang Xing born to drive people crazy?

"What's wrong?" The water wave swayed, Jiang Xing slowly opened his eyes, his palm brushed aside the clear spring, and lightly landed on the side of Lu Qiming's face.

The black eyes are clear and deep.

It was as if a god had opened its eyes.

Lu Qiming's heart and soul were all shaken, and he felt a deep embarrassment under this gaze.

Jiang Xing tilted his head and laughed, "What, are you afraid of me?"

He knelt and sat up straight in the basin, dripping water all over, hugged Lu Qiming into his arms, and whispered intimately: "Qiming."

The towel fell to the ground, slowly leaching large water stains.

All the strength in his body seemed to be drained by Jiang Xing because of the contact between the two.

Jiang Xing laughed briskly, and lay back in the water to break the dream.

"I think I need some medicine." He coughed. "Or ginger tea."

Lu Qiming stood up abruptly, and pulled out a large bath towel from the cabinet, "I'll go buy it."

Jiang Xing was stuffed under the quilt and blowing his hair. Lu Qiming made up his mind not to listen to his teasing, and kept his mouth shut. Jiang Xing quickly lost interest and lay down on his stomach drowsily.

The fingers running through the hair are calm and strong, conveying a wordless sense of security.

Lu Qiming stroked his scalp, it was completely dry, and it would not aggravate the cold.

"I'm going to buy you medicine."

Jiang Xing hummed, almost falling asleep.

Lu Qiming put on his clothes, hesitated for a moment before going out, and called out to the restless Lu Heng.

"You go in and look at Jiang Xing. There is an oxygen tank on the bedside table. If he feels uncomfortable, just give him some oxygen."

Lu Heng was even more disturbed when he heard that, and he didn't bother to say hello to his brother, so he ran into the bedroom and closed the door in two or three steps.

The room was so warm that people felt lazy, Lu Heng took a small stool and sat beside Jiang Xing, resting his chin on his arm, without blinking his eyes.

Jiang Xing was still feverish.

Lu Heng frequently looked out the window, why didn't his brother come back?

On the side of his ear, he heard Jiang Xing's movement.

Jiang Xing gasped for breath, gripped the quilt tightly with his fingertips, and quickly released it.

Lu Heng's heart tightened, and he quickly tore off the sealing film of the oxygen tank, and gently covered Jiang Xing's mouth and nose.

The high concentration of oxygen overwhelmed the pressure brought by the inflammation, Jiang Xing's body suddenly relaxed, and he held Lu Heng's clothes with his fingers.

Lu Heng's fingers trembled, watching the water droplets gradually condense on the oxygen breathing mask, Jiang Xing finally calmed down, there were some water stains in the corners of his eyes from struggling.

Lu Heng didn't dare to move the oxygen tank, and kept doing this all the time. Later, his arm no longer felt sore, only numbness remained.

He couldn't even take care of it, and it was hard to be full of Jiang Xing.

The night wind outside shook the glass, the pharmacy in the town must be closed, where did Lu Qiming go?

Lu Heng silently changed hands and shook his arms.

If he had known that Jiang Xing's condition would get worse, Lu Qiming would have taken him directly to the clinic.

As the night darkened, Jiang Xing's fever subsided a little, and he became a little more awake.

"Qiming?" He sobbed softly, "Cold."

Lu Heng shook his head, but Jiang Xing couldn't see him with his eyes closed.

I don't even know that I am not my brother.

Jiang Xing's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he vaguely saw that the person in front of him was clearly Lu Qiming, so he raised his hand and dragged him into the neckline of the other party and dragged it down.

Lu Heng was taken aback, the oxygen tank was knocked to the bottom of the bed by the actions of the two, and the metal bottle rolled and gurgled.

The sound frightened Jiang Xing, his eyes were wide open, unfocused, dazed and pitiful.

Lu Heng's heart was in a mess, the palms and backs of the two overlapped, and they didn't know whether they wanted to pull it apart or hold it tightly.

Reason told him that Jiang Xing had misidentified someone, but his emotions were reluctant to leave.

Jiang Xing sniffled and complained, "It's so cold. You don't even hug me."

Lu Heng lowered his head and touched his foreheads, it might as well be hot just now, it should be stable.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the bridge of his nose bumped into Jiang Xing, only then did he realize that the distance between the two was extremely close.

Jiang Xing said "Well", as if he couldn't understand who was so close to him.

But such a posture suitable for kissing, and being on a plateau... Either Nie Xuefan or Lu Qiming.

He analyzed clearly in his mind, and held the young man tighter.

He raised his head and kissed Lu Heng.

The young man froze, his eyes widened, as if he had been cursed, his soul and body were torn apart, unable to respond.

Jiang Xing pursed his lips and smiled, "Fool."

Nie Xuefan would only kiss back immediately.

So it must be Lu Qiming.

Looks alike too.He added firmly in his heart.

But his fingers brushed the corners of Lu Heng's eyes, and what he said was: "Like a little sika deer."

Lu Heng's eyes lit up instantly.

Jiang Xing even suspected that he saw tears.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Xing said with a smile, his arms were sore and weak, and he simply put his arms around the back of the young man's neck to relax, "Do you want me to coax you?"

Lu Heng was swollen red from the base of his ears to his neck, Jiang Xing couldn't stop laughing, "It's so cute."

"Come here," he said softly.Lu Heng had forgotten to breathe and could only follow instructions.

The kiss fell on the lips again.

Moist and piping hot.

Lu Heng propped himself on top of Jiang Xing, tears streaming down his face.

Jiang Xing was taken aback, touched his wet face with his fingertips, and suddenly said, "You must have broken the air conditioner on purpose."

He knew it was Lu Heng.