Late ripening

His hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, and he could feel the heat through his clothes.

Lu Qian's eyes were bright, and he didn't know whether it was because of a fever or his emotions began to flush.He seemed to be supporting himself easily, but Jing Yan could feel his arms gradually trembling due to lack of physical strength.

The overdraft work for several days, and the effect of the medicine had not yet taken effect, made Lu Qian really want to just hug him and fall asleep.But there are too few opportunities to express his heart in front of him. Maybe this time, he endured it, and he would watch him all night if the other party didn't let go.

Jing Yan couldn't turn around, so he shrank into the quilt, trying to cover himself completely. "You are taking advantage of my soft heart to pity you and coercing me to make a decision..."

The voice couldn't be heard clearly through the quilt, so Lu Qian pulled him down a bit, "Then don't be soft-hearted, and give me a chance to be tortured, okay?"

His head was getting lower and lower, and his voice was getting smaller and smaller, almost touching himself.He was still babbling some words that made ears itchy and numb, Jing Yan quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

There was only one hand between the two of them, Lu Qian licked his palm twice, it was hot and humid.

Jing Yan withdrew his hand to sit up, Lu Qian followed him, and the two sat on the bed and looked at each other face to face.

After watching in the dark for a long while, Jing Yan was suddenly discouraged. "You can try it if you want, but I can't give you any guarantees..."

There is no guarantee when I will forget those things, nor can I guarantee that I will love you as before.

"It's okay," Lu Qian gently pushed him down, grabbed his hand and rubbed it on his heart. "Just accept my promise."

While talking, he hugged Jing Yan from behind, from the swizzle in his hair to the earlobe, and then to the neck, it was obviously very light but seemed heavy, restrained yet presumptuous.

"What's your promise...?" Jing Yan was too sleepy, confused by the scattered kisses on his body, and fell asleep before he could answer.

When Jing Yan woke up the next day, Lu Qian was taken aback. He was lying on his side, staring at him without blinking.

She didn't know when she rolled into his arms and fell asleep, Jing Yan felt a little embarrassed, her face was still tired and expressionless, and she kept a little distance away quietly.

"You've got a fever?" He yawned and turned around. "It's ready." Lu Qian grabbed Jing Yan's hand and brought it to his forehead, Jing Yan struggled a bit before he let go.

"Okay, that's fine, you go and take your body temperature." Jing Yan closed his eyes, pretending to sleep for a while.There was no movement around him, after a while Lu Qian got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Jing Yan opened his eyes.He hasn't figured out how to face Lu Qian. He seemed to have said something he shouldn't have said last night and given him a chance he shouldn't have given. He doesn't know if it's too late to regret it now.

He wanted to put on his shoes and sneak away, but he touched the glasses on the bedside table and accidentally knocked something off.He picked it up and saw that it was the medicine prescribed in the hospital yesterday.

Jing Yan held it in his hand and felt a little sore, why don't we see if he is really recovered from his illness before leaving?In the bathroom, Lu Qian seemed to have telepathy, he turned off the water and sneezed non-stop.

Lu Qian wiped his hair and came out with a bath towel around his lower body. Jing Yan hid in the quilt and squinted a little, scolding him in his heart for not wearing tight clothes because he had a cold, and then realized that he hadn't seen him for a long time—without clothes look like.

The more he restrained himself from thinking about that image, the clearer it became. Lu Qian walked to the bedside, Jing Yan tried his best to dissipate the heat on his face, and the more anxious he became, the more obvious it became.

He went to bed covered in moisture, propped his head on one hand to watch himself pretend to sleep, and restlessly stroked Jing Yan's eyelashes with the other hand.The drops of water slid down from the eyelids, itching, Jing Yan really wanted to reach out to wipe it off, but felt that this was in his way, so he made up his mind to ignore it.

"I won't give you a chance and a reason to go back on your word." Lu Qian gently wiped it off for him, expressing what he was thinking. "You sleep for a while, I'll let the hotel deliver food. What do you want to eat? Can you have porridge?"

Just as Lu Qian was about to pick up the menu card and read it to Jing Yan, the cell phone beside his pillow rang.He glanced at the number and walked outside the suite to answer the phone.

Through the sliding door, Lu Qian whispered for a few minutes, and when he came back, he didn't lie back on the bed, but sat on the edge of the bed and patted Jing Yan gently as if to put him to sleep.

"I have to go back to have a meeting with the managing partner next week. I will go there for two days and try to come back before Friday. Don't be unhappy, okay?"

I'm not unhappy that Jing Yan's toes are wiggling in the quilt, it's best if you don't come back when you go back.

"Actually, you won't be disappointed. Instead, you hope that I will always be entangled in things at home, right?" Lu Qian sighed helplessly.

"I'll take the earliest flight back, and we'll..." He stopped at this point, "Let's talk about it later." For some reason, Jing Yan sensed the loss and unbearable sadness emanating from him. Wanting to open his eyes, Lu Qian covered him with the quilt and kissed him on the forehead.

"I'm going to work outside. I'll call you when breakfast is over." He walked out of the bedroom and closed the cubicle door again.