Zhou Yan

Zhou Mingchao stood in front of the bed, wearing blue clothes and a white fan. He hadn't seen him for a long time, and he seemed to be more handsome. Shen Xian blinked his eyes, and his dizzy head became even more confused.

Madam left, Brother Zhou came, before Shen Xian could figure out a clear train of thought, Zhou Mingchao had already leaned over and put his hand on Shen Xian's forehead.

"Uncomfortable?" He asked in a low voice, but didn't withdraw his hand, and moved down his forehead to touch Shen Xian's glowing red face, Zhou Mingchao frowned slightly: "Did you catch a cold, your face is so hot. "

The back of Zhou Mingchao's hand was cool, and Shen Xian felt that the place touched by that hand was refreshing and comfortable, and even his drowsy head became more awake.

"I don't know." Resisting the urge to rub his face up, Shen Xian looked down at his hands on the quilt, sulking silently.

Don't act like you are very familiar, come when you want, and disappear for ten days and a half months if you don't want to see him, he treats Zhou Mingchao as a brother, brother Zhou!Shen Xian tugged at the quilt angrily, maybe a dog on the side of the road met him, Brother Zhou was more patient with it than he was with himself!

Shen Xian tried hard to show himself a little angry, but his eye sockets were wet, his lips turned white from lack of water, and he looked sleepy, curled up in the quilt, like a fluffy little white who just couldn't lift his spirits cat,

Zhou Mingchao lifted up the quilt, covering the small half of Shen Xian's exposed shoulders, and the little white cat was tightly wrapped, leaving only one head exposed.

"I'm angry." Zhou Mingchao poured a cup of tea, tried his fingers on the rim of the cup, and the entrance was just right, he put it next to Shen Xian's mouth and said softly: "It's my fault, drink some water first."

Not to mention that he had been avoiding it for more than ten days, even Shen Xian who was sick with cold and fever, Zhou Mingchao consciously coaxed him in a pleasant and friendly voice.

"More than ten days." After rubbing the quilt for a while, Shen Xian looked up at him: "I asked you to play and you ignored me."

Shen Xian didn't want to talk to him either, but Brother Zhou apologized to him!

Although Shen Xian was ill, his eyes were still bright. At this moment, those bright eyes were looking at Zhou Mingchao without blinking. If Zhou Mingchao didn't give him a suitable explanation, Shen Xian made up his mind today to have a relationship with Zhou Mingchao. He pesters.

Don't ask him how he dared to do it, because if he catches a cold and has a fever, his brain will be burnt out.

"Some time ago..." Zhou Mingchao passed the teacup to Shen Xian's mouth, moistened the corners of his lips, and said, "I'm sick."

"Are you sick? What's wrong with you? Have you taken your medicine?" Shen Xian lost his temper. He looked at Zhou Mingchao Qingjun's face and asked hesitantly, "You can't be lying to me, are you?"

Being questioned, Zhou Mingchao even smiled, he stroked Shen Xian's hair behind his ears: "It's true, I didn't lie to you, now that I'm healed, I came to play with you, I didn't realize it... "

"I just wake up in the morning with a dry throat, and it will be fine in a while." Brother Zhou would not lie to him, and Shen Xian stopped being angry and didn't suspect anything else. He lowered his head and drank the water that Zhou Mingchao poured: " I'll be fine with some sleep."

No one who wakes up early has such a hot body temperature, such a dry throat, and looks so weak. Although Zhou Mingchao indulges him, in some aspects, such as the need to see a doctor when he is sick, he can't let himself be careless.

Just as he wanted Shen Xian to have a good night's sleep, he went to grab some wind-cold medicine and boiled it for Shen Xian. After drinking the water, the young master took Zhou Mingchao's hand that had not been retracted, spread it palm upwards, and shook his head. However, Shen Xian's face was buried in Zhou Mingchao's palm.

"Brother Zhou, my head hurts and I feel uncomfortable."

His voice was still hoarse after drinking water, Zhou Mingchao looked at Shen Xian nestled in his hand, bent his fingers, and stroked Shen Xian's smooth side face.

Zhou Mingchao couldn't describe how he felt in his heart, he was a little distressed, but Shen Xian acted like a baby to him with blushing cheeks, Zhou Mingchao's heart seemed to be floating in the clouds, in a trance, so unreal, but with a touch of honey sweet.

"You've caught a cold," Zhou Mingchao said calmly, and he felt at ease: "Did you wear less these days?"

"I've been wearing your cloak since I came back from you." Shen Xian glanced at him with half of his eyes, and finally stuck to Brother Zhou's hand, Shen Xian squinted his eyes comfortably: "It should be that I went to the pond yesterday. Because of the lotus root digging, the sun was very bright yesterday, but, um, it was a little bit cold."

After talking for a while, the dark eyelashes were stained with water vapor again, Shen Xian rubbed his eyes with his hands, but the tears became more and more, he muttered while wiping the tears: "I am not cold when I come up from the lotus pond."

The water was so cold, so of course it wasn't cold just after coming out, Zhou Mingchao grabbed Shen Xian's hand, not allowing him to move around, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Shen Xian's eyes with a handkerchief.

Even in this weather, washing hands with water is too cold, so he poured himself into the pond to dig lotus root!

Zhou Mingchao was pressed down by Shen Xian's face with one hand, and wiped his face with the other: "I'll buy you what you want to eat, don't touch that lotus pond again."

Shen Xian pretended to be stupid and smiled blankly. After waking up for a while, his nose was no longer blocked and stuffy. Although his head was still dizzy, he already felt much better.

As soon as he became energetic, he began to relax. He would lie on the left side of his face in Zhou Mingchao's palm for a while, and then his right side would lie in Zhou Mingchao's palm, and Shen Xian would roll on the bed.

"Brother Zhou, you were sick a few days ago. What is it? Have you seen a doctor?"

Zhou Mingchao looked at Shen Xian, his usually clear eyes reflected the stars all over the sky at this moment: "What disease do I have?"

It's lovesickness.

A shallow sigh sounded in Zhou Mingchao's heart, but it was a pity that Shen Xian couldn't hear it.

The author has something to say:

It's a bit short, rub your hands together, I'm infected by Shen Xianxian, and I'm also dizzy and sleepy (?ó﹏ò?).