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Lin Yunqing woke up from hunger.

He opened his eyes from Wen Zhuo's arms in a daze.

"Wake up, still feeling uncomfortable?" Wen Zhuo brushed the hair behind his ears for him, exposed his face, and raised his hand to touch his forehead, "It's still a little hot."

Maybe it was because of a little fever, Lin Yunqing's lips became very dark and red, on the fair complexion, it looked like a red plum blooming on white paper.

His consciousness was still a little fuzzy, and he raised his hand to touch his forehead in a daze. There was still some pain in his head, the pain was not obvious, but the pain would intensify with a slight movement of his body.

Seeing his frowning and uncomfortable appearance, although Wen Zhuo felt distressed, he didn't let him go back to sleep on the bed, but helped him to sit up.

"Get up and eat something." Wen Zhuo raised his hand to rub his forehead for him, "You didn't eat anything this morning."

"No appetite." Lin Yunqing felt her head hurt and burned, her mouth was also hot, and she didn't want to eat.Following warm movements, he lay down on his chest, with his head pressed against his neck, very sticky.

Wen Zhuo was a little caught off guard by his enthusiastic stickiness, but seeing his listless spirit, after all, he didn't have much other thoughts besides feeling sorry for him.

"Eat as much as you want, or you will be bored."

Lin Yunqing lay softly on his body, snorted softly, her eyelids were drooping, and they were about to close.

Wen Zhuo helped him away with his arms, got out of bed, carefully avoided the wound, carried him down, and put him on the chair.

Lin Yunqing leaned forward in a daze, with his arms resting on his head, and bent over on the table in front of him.

Wen Zhuo glanced at it, then went downstairs helplessly.

Throughout the morning, the people in the studio acted cautiously, and tried to control the volume of their speech, for fear of disturbing Lin Yunqing's rest.They wanted to go up to see what was going on, but they had to give up because of Mr. Wen who was guarding the room.

"Has Yun Qing woke up?" Seeing Wen Zhuo coming down, Fu Nian was the first to ask.

"Woke up and fell asleep again." Wen Zhuo took the meal and looked at Fu Nian, "He will take a rest for the past two days, and come back when he is fine."

Fu Nian nodded without asking further questions.

Wen Zhuo took the lunch upstairs and put it on the table, then went to the bathroom to wet the towel, and came out to help Lin Yunqing who was lying on the table.

The wet and cold towel was stuck to his face unexpectedly, Lin Yunqing trembled before opening his eyes.

"Wipe your face, have lunch, let's go home and rest." The warm palm moved across his face through the towel.

Lin Yunqing stretched out his hand to take the towel, but Wen Zhuo didn't let go, so he had no choice but to let him wipe it with his face up.Wen Zhuo's movements were very light, and the towel was cool and comfortable on his face, so he couldn't help closing his eyes.

"I'm so tired, I don't want to take the high-speed rail." Lin Yunqing's voice was muffled by the towel, and he sounded tired.

"Don't go back to Xiacheng, go back to my hometown."

"Grandpa's house?" After wiping her face with a wet towel, Lin Yunqing was obviously much more awake.

"En." Wen Zhuo put the towel away, then took out the lunches from the lunch box and put them on the table one by one.

Perhaps considering Lin Yunqing's appetite, the meals were relatively light, and there was also a red bean double-skin milk and clear soup.

"No, it's usually fine. I have trouble with my legs and feet now, and it's inconvenient to live alone there." Lin Yunqing thought about it and felt miserable. Since the takeout in the village couldn't be delivered, he had to buy vegetables and cook by himself. Well.

"Let's go back together." Wen Zhuo handed the chopsticks to his hand, "The hotel here will deliver food regularly."

The hotel is less than 10 minutes away from my hometown, not too far away.The environment of the hotel here is average, and the environment and vision of his hometown are better. Lin Yunqing lives comfortably.

Lin Yunqing glanced at him quietly, reached out and took the red bean double skin milk, the box was a bit cold, he had no appetite, he wanted to eat this first.

Wen Zhuo didn't stop him, but handed him a spoon.

"Aren't you going to work?" Lin Yunqing bit the spoon subconsciously, looking at him with moist eyes, maybe because she just woke up, the corners of her eyes were still red.

The warm eyes moved slightly away from the redness in the corner of his eyes, and he smiled lowly: "I've been working too much overtime recently, I just need to take a break, Mr. Lin doesn't welcome you?" Not much, pushed a few unimportant meetings, and can give myself a few days off.

Lin Yunqing lowered her head, digging the milky white panna cotta in the bowl with a spoon, and nodded slightly.

"Are you chasing me?" He swallowed another mouthful of panna cotta, and the cold milk cooled the heat in his heart before he asked.

"Yes, isn't it obvious?" Wen Zhuo pushed a bowl of porridge to his hand, "If you don't want to eat, drink some porridge."

"En." Lin Yunqing bit her lower lip lightly with her upper teeth, restraining her smile from overflowing, but the heat in her ears quietly rose, staining the tip of her ears red.

After eating, he went to the bathroom to wash his face.Looking at the obviously unwell look on the mirror, he pointed his finger at the position of his forehead on the mirror.

My head still hurts dully, I can't lift my spirits very much, my eyelids are dull, drooping slightly, and I always want to sleep.

No matter in the previous life or now, he is always alone when he is sick. If he can bear it, he can endure it. If he can’t bear it, he goes to the school hospital or clinic to prescribe some medicine. He often falls asleep in a daze after taking the medicine, and then wakes up in a daze. Come, look at the empty room in a daze, and then order takeaway with hunger.

This time is different.

Lin Yunqing took a handful of cold water and buried her face in it.

The coolness of the cold water took away the heat from his face, and his mind became much clearer, recalling the image of himself buried in Wen Zhuo's chest, he couldn't help laughing.

When sick, it feels safe to have someone by your side. This is Lin Yunqing's experience this time.

Several times, he was lying alone on the bed after being sick, always thinking wildly, for example, if he fainted, what would happen if no one found him?

"Why did you wash for so long? Are you okay?" Wen Zhuo's voice approached with the sound of footsteps.

"It's okay." Lin Yunqing raised his head, and the water droplets on his face slid down his cheeks to the tip of his chin.

Wen Zhuo took out a soft cotton towel, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and lowered his head to wipe it for him.

Lin Yunqing was being misbehaving right now, she didn't close her eyes, she looked at him with round eyes open, like a clear spring, full of water, her curled eyelashes were dotted with fine drops of water, glowing under the lamp, moving heart.

Wen Zhuo's heart tightened, and he moved the cotton towel over his eyes, covering his burning eyes.

"You seem to be taking care of a baby. I'm not that fragile yet." Lin Yunqing said with a smile, curling her lips.

"Who said it? Headache, leg pain, and foot pain." Wen Zhuo tapped his forehead with his fingertips, "I don't even remember to eat, and I have to be reminded, isn't it a baby?" The cotton towel was thrown into the trash can, and then he rubbed Lin Yunqing's head with his hands.

"Can you go? Pack up your things, we'll leave later." Wen Zhuo glanced down at his knees.

"Of course, I didn't break my leg, it's just a small scratch." Lin Yunqing gestured with his thumb and index finger.

"Well, it's small." Looking at the large sterile patch on his leg, Wen Zhuo was noncommittal, and even expressed doubts about the "of course" he just said.

Lin Yunqing's complexion is fair, and blue veins can be seen on his calves and arms. A slight bump can leave a large bruise on it. The last time Luo Xing bumped into him, the bruise left after nearly a month Get rid of it.

"I'm going to bring some mud back." Lin Yunqing carefully raised his legs and walked out. There were pottery wheels and a kiln at home. Although he was going back to rest, it was impossible for him to stay at home all day and do nothing but sleep.

"En." Wen Zhuo didn't object, Lin Yunqing just needed to rest in a different environment.Except for being a stand-in and a so-called life assistant, he is never sloppy when it comes to real work and study.

In the studio, he wakes up around six o'clock every morning to maintain the clay, organize tools, etc. Before Fu Nian and other students come over, he has already done all the preparations, and during the day he has to make pottery and guide students , Waiting for everyone to leave at night before closing.

Every day, no days off.

He tensed his nerves, always afraid that something might go wrong.

The place of work and rest is in the same place, and the result is that the boundary between work and rest is blurred.

His hometown is not far from the studio, but the old houses in the village lack living facilities, unless Lin Yunqing decides to live in his hometown and then redecorates.

This is the result that Wen Zhuo doesn't want to see the most.His eyes fell on the figure in front of him.

Lin Yunqing's walking movements were still a little stiff, the wound was right on the knee, and the plaster covered the whole knee, it was inconvenient to bend the knee, so Lin Yunqing could only walk forward with straight legs, the movements looked clumsy.

He stopped at the bathroom door.The bathroom is not big, so the door is also small, less than one meter wide. Lin Yunqing stopped there, maybe a little weak, he stretched out his hand to support the door frame, and almost blocked the door with his whole body.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Wen Zhuo walked over and stretched out his hand to support him.

Lin Yunqing shook her head.

"Let's go out." Wen Zhuo put his arms around him and led him out.

But Lin Yunqing stopped where she was, and reached out to hold his wrist, raised her chin slightly, and looked at him, her eyes were as black as ink.

"What's wrong?" Wen Zhuo put his hand on his waist.

The palm of Lin Yunqing's right hand was slightly pressed against his wrist, and with her strength, she stood on tiptoe slightly. Under Wen Zhuo's shocked gaze, she gradually narrowed the distance to him, and finally her lips touched his lower lip lightly.

Just a light touch, like a dragonfly touching water, Lin Yunqing let go of his hand, took a step back quietly, and retracted his movements, but the heat from the tips of his ears hadn't dissipated.

He hurried forward, not daring to look back at Wen Zhuo's reaction, his footsteps were a little disorganized, and he didn't even care about the wound on his knee.

"Lin Yunqing." Wen Zhuo reacted, and stretched out his hand to carefully grab his wrist.It seemed that the heat from Lin Yunqing's pasting just now remained on his lips, perhaps due to his illness, his lips were surprisingly red and hot, and when he pasted it, it was a heat that no one could ignore no matter what.

What's more, this is Lin Yunqing.Even a small intimacy is enough to make him happy, this time it caused a storm in his heart.

"What do you mean?" Wen Zhuo gently pulled the man in front of him, his arms trapped him into a small space, he lowered his head, their foreheads touched each other, and their breathing blended in this small space lacking in light.

Wen Zhuo's voice was deep and restrained, his movements were light and his breathing was slow, as if he was afraid of scaring the people in front of him.

Lin Yunqing lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, but she could feel that burning gaze, and the temperature on her face gradually rose under the lingering familiar aura.

"I want to tell you a piece of good news." Lin Yunqing raised his right hand, and gently pressed on Wen Zhuo's chest. Under his palm, there was a somewhat accelerated heartbeat, hitting his palm through the warm muscles and skin.

"Huh?" Wen Zhuo's eyes became deeper and deeper, and his voice was kept low.

"Your pursuit was successful." Lin Yunqing murmured softly, the voice was so soft that it almost disappeared from her lips.

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo took a deep breath, hugged him tightly, wrapped his arms around his waist, and buried his head on the side of his neck, "This is indeed very good news."

As he spoke, his lips pressed against the skin of Lin Yunqing's neck, and his delicate and gentle kisses were like stars falling in the dark night, gradually lighting up the cold night.

"Itchy..." Lin Yunqing snorted softly, it wasn't actually the itching where she was kissed, but the numbness in her heart, and her fingers clenched tightly subconsciously.

Wen Zhuo withdrew his movements, sat on the small sofa, wrapped him in his arms, rested his chin on his shoulder, and Lin Yunqing's pink ears were next to the tip of his nose. He laughed softly: "I'm very happy."

Lin Yunqing looked down at the fingers that were held in the big palm and fiddled with her. The whole person was bound in an embrace, and her back was pressed against his chest, which was too close.

"I think you're a little bit aggressive." Lin Yunqing hooked his fingertips with his fingers, and felt a little regretful that he couldn't resist the temptation too much. Not long after Wen Zhuo started pursuing him, he agreed without principle, which was a bit of a loss.