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Lin Zhao took the bucket of ice cream to the second floor to look for Ye Tinghe, and saw him standing under the flower stand, looking up at something in a daze, his eyes were empty, the side face was covered with a soft light by the outdoor sunlight, but his whole body revealed A very quiet sadness came over.

It was only when he got closer that he saw what he was looking at.

It was the cat photo frame, inside which was the trapped and irritable self and the well-behaved and proud Ye Tinghe.

Lin Zhao looked at this photo and asked him, "Is it because you are happy that you want to stay?"

Ye Tinghe's fingers hanging by his legs trembled slightly, he turned his head to look at Lin Zhao, shook his head and said, "No, it's because of jealousy."

After speaking without explaining, he withdrew his gaze from the photo frame.

Noticing the ice cream in Lin Zhao's hand, Ye Tinghe paused for a few seconds and asked, "Did you bring it in front of Brother Ji?"

After Lin Zhao nodded, Ye Tinghe showed an expression of "I'm not going to be read to death by him", Lin Zhao couldn't help smiling when he saw it: "It's really annoying."

After laughing, the atmosphere seems to be a little better.

They sat down together in the corner next to the flower stand, Ye Tinghe took the bucket of ice cream in Lin Zhao's hand, put it on the small round table, and slowly opened his eyes.

Lin Zhao kept watching the movements of his hands, as if Ji Xu and Yan Mien could easily spot Ye Tinghe's abnormality, but he couldn't.

Because Ye Tinghe will be different when he is in front of him and in front of others. Even today, he is just quieter than usual. People always need to be alone, and it is not like there are such moments in the usual days.

He didn't quite understand, did such a self-righteous understanding make him miss something?

Ye Tinghe took out the small spoon, scooped a layer on the surface of the ice cream, and brought it to Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao kept staring at him, Ye Tinghe slightly lowered his eyes to avoid his gaze, but he didn't.Lin Zhao lowered his head and held the small spoon in his mouth. Ye Tinghe was about to pull it out, but Lin Zhao lightly bit him. Like a feline looking for a hunting target, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, together with Ye Tinghe's sudden withdrawal finger.

Ye Tinghe could feel the ice cream left on the spoon being melted by his own body temperature, rubbing against the back of his hand stickily.

He should stop Lin Zhao, the spoon is not for pressing his hands, and this is not something a clean cat should do.

But when he opened his mouth, the first thing he tasted was the melon flavor on the tip of Lin Zhao's tongue, with the sweet aroma of Liangjinjin.

Ye Tinghe couldn't help closing his eyes, feeling as if his heart was being clenched tightly by a pair of huge palms, something sweet and sour was being squeezed out, dripping down.

When Lin Zhao let go of him, the spoon no longer held him down, Ye Tinghe only heard the sound of something falling to the ground, it was very soft, but it left a not-so-light red mark on the back of his hand.

He heard Lin Zhao asking himself: "How do you feel now?"

Ye Tinghe looked into Lin Zhao's eyes, his eyes were full of himself, and the shadows of the trees swaying when the wind blew behind him.He was out of his mind for a while, as if fascinated by it, and it took a long time before he said, "I don't know."

"Then I don't know either." Lin Zhao continued.

He approached slowly, pressing his forehead against Ye Tinghe's, as if he wanted to use this action to convey his emotions to the other party.

Seeing his slender eyelashes drooping slightly, Ye Tinghe trembled a few times.

Afterwards, Lin Zhao whispered, "Don't ignore me, I will be as bewildered as you are."

Ye Tinghe held his breath, and couldn't help thinking, this person is really... so good at acting like a baby.

The next moment, she couldn't help kissing him again.

10 minutes later, the ordered lunch was delivered on time.

Ji Xu came up to invite the three very temperamental ancestors, big and small, to dinner, but only caught Yan Mien in the room trying to destroy the homework.

Yan Mien turned her head to go to the living room, looking for her backer and teammates for help, but Ji Xu grabbed her by the collar and pushed her out.

Yan Mien was very dissatisfied, and jumped to protest: "Why are you pushing me!"

"Don't go there," Ji Xu blocked her looking indifferently, "It's not something children can see over there."

Yan Mien became even more dissatisfied, and there was a trace of curiosity in her dissatisfaction: "I'm already 18 years old, what else can I not see!"

Ji Xu soldered "No" directly to his face, turning a deaf ear to her fuss.

No matter what Yan Mien said, the fuss was fruitless, which really pissed her off.

In the afternoon, the air in the house is finally not so low pressure.

Part of the reason is that the annoying Ji Xu finally left, and the other part is that Yan Mien found that Ye Tinghe didn't seem as cool as he was in the morning, and when passing by, he took the initiative to help her pick up a puzzle piece that fell on the ground.

Although it was only a small matter, Yan Mien felt that her relationship with him had taken a big step forward, and she had regained her happiness.

Only the ice cream in the living room was ignored, silently melting into a puddle of water.

The next morning, Yan Mien flew downstairs like a bird, glanced at the things on the dining table, raised her hand and said to Lin Zhao, "Brother, I will apply for an extra meal."

Lin Zhao satisfies her desire to eat soft-boiled eggs in a very eloquent way. Three round fried eggs were plated one by one and brought out, but Ye Tinghe never went downstairs.

Feeling strange, Lin Zhao went upstairs to look for him and found that he was still awake.

The man buried his head in the air-conditioning quilt, shrinking into the shape of a ball, only revealing a section of soft short black hair spread out on the pillow.

Lin Zhao patted the quilt, saw that he was still awake, smiled and stretched out his hand to pinch the little pig's cheek, but unexpectedly felt a scalding temperature in his hand.

"Ye Tinghe." Lin Zhao called him.

Maybe because of hearing his voice, Ye Tinghe finally woke up from the chaotic state, he slowly turned his head to look at Lin Zhao, his face was red and his eyes were wet.

Lin Zhao touched the temperature of his forehead: "You seem to have a fever."

He went to get the thermometer and asked Ye Tinghe to take his temperature, then took out the antipyretic patch and stuck it on his forehead.

After a lot of tossing, Ye Tinghe became more and more sober.

He sat up from the bed by himself, took the water glass handed over by Lin Zhao, drank it in one gulp and put it aside, looking at the number on the thermometer: .

Lin Zhao also leaned his head and took a look. It was less than 39 degrees, which is not considered a high fever.

"Go to the hospital?"

"I don't want to go."

Ye Tinghe leaned on his shoulder, her voice muffled, the temperature was transmitted to Lin Zhao's skin through a thin layer of cloth, it was still a little hot.

Lin Zhao touched his hair and said, "Then get up and eat something, and then go back to sleep after taking the antipyretic medicine."

Ye Tinghe didn't respond, and rubbed his forehead uncomfortably against him.

Lin Zhao looked at the person nestled in his arms, feeling a little miraculous.

This time, he is no longer the character who is being cared for and taught to take good care of himself, but turned upside down, looking at Ye Tinghe from this perspective.

A cool hand touched Ye Tinghe's cheek and scratched his chin.

Crispy and itchy, Ye Tinghe turned his head away a little, and then heard Lin Zhao's voice with a smile: "Get up, don't be a shameless little pig."