Rebirth is evenly matched

Under the dim light, Qin Yin's pale and thin body is undoubtedly revealed.

The low-grade fever consumes a lot of energy. After vomiting for a while, Qin Yin couldn't help feeling drowsy with the child's breath still lingering around him.

When Cen Xuan is by his side, he is always reassuring.

"A Yin, Ah Yin?"

Fearing that he would catch a cold, Cen Xuan could only speed up, carefully supported his body, and changed him into pajamas.

Dinner was delivered from outside, and Cen Xuan took a look at it, thinking that Qin Yin should not be allowed to have an empty stomach, but should be allowed to try to eat and adapt to the existence of food as much as possible.

I can only wake him up.

"Ayin...don't sleep, why don't you get up and eat something first?"

Cen Xuan leaned down, smiled slightly, first kissed the man's forehead, then went down, all the way down the sharp and curved part of the nasal bone, and then pressed his cheek against his cheek to make him aware of his existence.

"Cough...don't eat."

Qin Yin slowly opened his eyes, with a rare confused and sleepy expression, especially when he found Cen Xuan by his side, raised his hand to grab Cen Xuan's wrist, and closed his eyes lazily again.

"You really..." Cen Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry when Qin Yin was playing tricks, unceremoniously pinched the tip of his straight nose, and gritted his teeth viciously, "Hurry up! I'm hungry!"

Qin Yin was still in a daze, he couldn't catch his breath, and almost woke up after being pinched like this, but he still turned his head away to avoid Cen Xuan's claws.

"Cough...cough..."

He muttered vaguely, "Then you go and eat."

Even so, the hand holding Cen Xuan's wrist did not let go.

Qin Yin's consciousness is still not very clear, and he still looks a little sleepy. It can be seen that the whole person is relaxed.

Cen Xuan couldn't help laughing and rolled his eyes. After being ridiculous, he heard that there was phlegm in his chest, so he didn't get used to him at all, and directly protected the man's head and neck, and hugged him halfway.

"Cough the phlegm first."

Pneumonia has not healed yet, and this person's physical condition should not be ignored.

Qin Yin first woke up with a low-grade fever, so coughing up sputum was naturally difficult. He coughed for a long time before he managed to cough up the sputum accumulated in his cavity. Cen Xuan carefully picked it up with a tissue and threw it into the trash can.

"Wash your mouth and eat something."

Qin Yin's whole body was lazy, as soft as boneless, lying in Cen Xuan's arms, with a pair of beautiful eyes half-opened and half-closed, staring at Cen Xuan, not speaking.

Cen Xuan touched the muscles on his body to make sure that this person was relaxed, and couldn't help but kiss the corner of his lips.

Hmm...the more you kiss, the more you want to kiss, it's a bit addictive.

With such a tossing method, even if Qin Yin slept soundly, he was completely awake.

He rubbed Cen Xuan's head, sighed, "I didn't rinse my mouth."

Just coughed up phlegm.

Unexpectedly, the kid didn't care at all: "I don't despise you."

Qin Yin didn't speak, but the corners of his lips curved up involuntarily.

"Cough...cough cough...well, what did you eat?"

Qin Yin, who was sitting on the head of the bed, still had a grim expression, but he seemed to be a little bit more energetic. Seeing Cen Xuan start eating, he couldn't help blinking, full of curiosity.

He eats really delicious.

Especially after retiring from the stage, he no longer needs to maintain his figure, and his daily food is no longer so few, and he has a fixed diet, so Cen Xuan began to let himself go.

The abs are almost gone.

"Zhajiang noodles."

Cen Xuan raised his head, blinked, licked off a little sauce from the corner of his mouth, and before Qin Yin could speak, he decisively cut off his words, "You can't eat it."

The man frowned, with displeasure clearly floating on his face, "Then what should I eat?"

When he was with Cen Xuan, he showed more and more childishness unconsciously, and his whole person was relaxed and cheerful.

"this."

Cen Xuan made a move, touched the warm porridge in front of him, pouted with a smile, "I tasted it, it's sweet."

This person's symptoms of hypoglycemia are more serious, so a little sugar is added to the porridge, which has a little taste.

When Qin Yin heard this, his expression was still weary.

Cen Xuan didn't bother, put the porridge in his hand, and went to eat noodles on his own.

Mmm...and big chicken legs.

Cen Xuan has been a carnivore since he was a child. After becoming an artist, his appetite was somewhat restricted by exercising and dieting. Even if he didn't eat a fitness meal, he would still pick some low-calorie food to eat.

Now I can enjoy delicious food with my belly open without fear of getting fat, not to mention how happy I am.

"you……"

Qin Yin waited for a while, seeing that the guy didn't pay attention to him, he couldn't help feeling depressed, and knocked on one side, "Hello!"

Cen Xuan has already sped up the speed. Now that he finished sucking the last noodle, his cheeks are puffed up like a little squirrel, "Um... call me?"

He wiped his mouth, moved over to take the bowl, quickly put on a smile, leaned forward, and coaxed Qin Yin flatteringly, "Hello?"

The man's brows and eyes are lazy, his facial bones are delicate and sharp, although his complexion is not very good, but his skin is delicate and fair, and the curves of his brows, eyes, nose and lips are all delicate.

He raised his eyebrows and snorted casually: "Don't eat."

But when the spoon came close to his lips, he still opened his mouth very honestly.

The porridge was poorly cooked, taking into account his stomach, it melted in the mouth, and there was basically no need to chew. The rice was also very fragrant, slightly sweet, flowing from his throat, and it really washed away a lot of the original bitterness in his mouth.

Qin Yin didn't have time to taste it carefully, and his stomach began to churn.

He frowned, and pressed the heels of his palms against his stomach, his brows were furrowed, and he almost spat out.

Even though he could accept it psychologically, his stomach that hadn't eaten for too long couldn't help but growl.

He pushed the bowl away, leaned on one side, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his expression forbearing.

He doesn't want to throw up.

When Cen Xuan saw that it was not good, he immediately hooked the trash can over, put down the bowl, and broke the man's body, "Spit it out."

In this situation, Du Ke fully expected that this person may not be able to eat normally for a long time, but it doesn't matter if he vomits, what matters is that he has to continue eating.

Qin Yin gave Cen Xuan a blank look, but didn't speak, and kept tightening his fingers holding the quilt.

"Spit it out, it's okay, good boy..."

Qin Yin didn't listen, but just endured it forcefully, the veins on his forehead popped up, no matter how much Cen Xuan coaxed him, he wouldn't vomit.

"Oh, I said you—"

I don't know how long it took, but my stomach finally calmed down. Qin Yin limp in Cen Xuan's arms, listening to his rambling muttering.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... Ah Yin is not afraid, let's not eat... Don't eat, don't eat."

Although he knew it was not good, but looking at Qin Yin's refraining from vomiting... Cen Xuan felt that his heart was about to break.

So uncomfortable.

Cen Xuan was about to cry.

After such a toss, Qin Yin lost the desire to eat any more, half-opened his eyes to look at Cen Xuan, and couldn't help laughing again.

"Duke...cough...cough...I asked you to persuade me to eat, but before I said anything, you went on strike."