"Are you awake?" The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Yingjiao walked in from the outside, holding an orange in his hand.

Jing Ci used the action of lowering his head to drink water to force the moisture out of the corners of his eyes, and softly said "hmm".

"I only slept for less than half an hour." Yingjiao sat down by the bed, put his palm against his forehead and felt it, frowning and said: "It's still a little hot, please wait a moment, and I'll get a thermometer to measure it for you.

A measure.”

He said and put the orange on the bedside table. Just as he was about to stand up, his waist suddenly tightened and Jing Ci hugged him.

Although Jing Ci was much more relaxed during this period than before, such intimate actions as taking the initiative to hug him were still rare.

Yingjiao was a little worried, so she didn't push him away. She stretched out her hand to touch his head and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Jing Ji buried his face in the crook of his neck, swallowing the uncontrollable vibrating sound with his Adam's apple rolling. After a while, he calmed down and said in a low voice, "It's a bit uncomfortable."

He couldn't say those things in the dream. Being too obvious would only make Yingjiao worried. Fortunately, he had the excuse of being sick.

The dreams were always incoherent, and he didn't know what happened afterwards. But if it was true, as the system said, that his soul would return automatically after being nourished, then he should not return to the present.

So, at that time, Yingjiao...didn't he wait for him? How did they go back to high school?

Jing Ci closed his eyes and tightened his hold on Yingjiao. Sooner or later, those things will be clarified, and now he just wants to hug him.

It's not compensation. Yingjiao doesn't need any compensation from him, that would only insult his feelings. He just likes this person too much and misses him too much.

"Follow me to the hospital?" Yingjiao moved inside, held him in his arms, and coaxed softly: "Are you afraid of injections? Doctors nowadays don't give injections to patients easily, they just prescribe medicine.

What."

"No." Jing Ci gently rubbed his neck, then let go of his hand and whispered: "It doesn't matter, I'm just a little uncomfortable, I'll just give you a hug and you'll be fine."

Just give you a hug...

Yingjiao's heart was full of sweetness and pity, and she couldn't resist his dependence and coquettishness. He lowered his eyes and looked at Jing Ci. He just wanted to be gentler to him, and more gentle: "Then do you want to kiss me?"

Jing Ci suddenly raised his eyes.

Yingjiao smiled, moved closer to him, and Jing Ci took the initiative to kiss him.

Even though the two of them had been getting along for so long, Jing Ci's kissing skills were still young. Yingjiao lowered his head in cooperation, allowing him to kiss and suck on her lips like a puppy. After a long time, he turned back and kissed her deeply.

Kissed him.

"I will listen to you today." After the kiss, Yingjiao took out a paper towel and put it on the table. While peeling the orange, he said: "But if the fever doesn't go away by tomorrow, you have to listen to me, okay?"

"Okay." Jing Ci nodded and said confidently: "Don't worry, brother, tomorrow will be fine."

Yingjiao flicked his forehead: "You know again."

Jing Ci touched the place he touched, pursed his lips and smiled.

The oranges were placed in the refrigerator before, but Yingjiao had already taken them out for a while, so they were not ice-cold. The skin was just a little thick, so he turned around several times before finally finding a place to start and started peeling it with difficulty.

Jing Ci watched anxiously from the side and couldn't help but said: "Cut it with a knife."

"It is said on the Internet that cutting with a knife is not as delicious as peeling by hand." Yingjiao wiped the orange juice from his hand and cursed: "Why is this so difficult to make?"

Jing Ci didn't think there was any difference between the two, but he was used to following Yingjiao, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Shall I do it?"

"No need." Yingjiao hid for a moment, not letting him get his hands on it: "Do you still need something like this? Stay away and don't spray it on yourself."

Yingjiao just couldn't find a way to do it at first, but after it was cooked, he actually made it properly. He peeled off all the skin, tore off the orange veins on it, broke off a piece of orange and brought it to Jing Ci's mouth: "I

They say it’s good to eat this when you have a fever, I don’t know if it’s true or not, but eating more fruits is always good.”

Jing Ci wanted to do it by himself, but was blocked by Yingjiao.

"Open your mouth."

Jing Ci was afraid that the juice would drip on the sheets, so he bit it and jumped out of bed quickly, sitting side by side with Ying Jiao, and then started eating.

Yingjiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Do you like this set of sheets so much?"

"No." Jing Ci swallowed the pulp in his mouth and explained, "I just changed it. If there is juice on it, I have to wash it again."

Yingjiao suddenly laughed and handed him another orange. Seeing that he ate it, he continued: "No wonder."

Jing Ci didn't understand, so he chewed an orange and asked vaguely: "What?"

"Last night," Yingjiao spoke very slowly, as if he was deliberately emphasizing, and also as if he was reminiscing: "At that time, you were also afraid of soiling the sheets."

Jing Ci suddenly choked and coughed shockingly.

"You are so thin-skinned," Yingjiao patted him on the back and asked helplessly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Okay, okay." Jing Ci wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue and managed to adjust his breathing.

Yingjiao was afraid that he would really choke, so he stopped talking and concentrated on feeding him.

Jing Ci was a little nervous at first, but then he got used to being fed and relaxed naturally.

When Yingjiao saw him sitting aside and waiting obediently, he felt very itchy, so he deliberately mischievously handed over a small piece of orange peel.

Jing Ci opened his mouth reflexively, biting and chewing twice without looking.

Jing Ci was stunned, suddenly stopped chewing, and raised his eyes to look at Ying Jiao in disbelief.

Yingjiao couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

"Idiot," Yingjiao pinched his face, spread his palms and said, "Spit it out."

Jing Ji thought about it and vomited into the trash can, but Ying Jiao kept raising his hand. Whichever direction he turned, he would follow him. He had no choice but to spit the orange peel into his palm.

He took out a tissue and gave it to Yingjiao, and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother, wipe your hands."

Yingjiao took it and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "What are you doing if you are so nervous? You have eaten it so many times and you are still afraid of getting it in your hands?"

Jing Ci's cheeks were a little red, but he couldn't help but feel happy.

After eating the oranges, Yingjiao took Jing Ci's temperature again. This time it was 37.7. Although it had not returned to normal levels, it was at least decreasing.

"Sleep a little longer," Yingjiao packed up the things on the table and said to Jing Ci: "I'll call you for dinner tonight. If you're sick, you have to eat something light. I'll ask Auntie to make shrimp porridge. Do you want to eat it? If not.

, just change it to something else.”

"Just shrimp porridge." Jing Ci did not go to bed again, but flattened the quilt and folded it up: "I like it."

Yingjiao helped him put the pillow on the quilt, frowned and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"sleep……"

Why should I fold the quilt when sleeping? Before Yingjiao could express his doubts, he heard Jing Ci say again: "I'm going to sleep on the sofa."

"How can a sofa be as comfortable as a bed? You..." Yingjiao hadn't finished his sentence. When he saw Jing Ci's drooped eyelids and reddish cheeks, he immediately understood.

The living room and the study are facing each other. As long as the study door is open, Jing Ci can see him in the study as soon as he raises his eyes.

Yingjiao looked at him quietly for a long time, stretched out his hand to press him into his arms, and said hoarsely: "Okay, I'll get you a blanket."

That afternoon, Yingjiao wrote his homework on the coffee table in the living room.

Although Jing Ci was thin, his physical fitness was good. That night, the fever in his body subsided and did not return the next day. Yingjiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he forgot about replenishing his body.

Come down.

After the three-day Qingming Festival holiday, the students in the Provincial Experimental Program have returned to intense study. The words that Teacher Liu talks about most now are: "It will be your senior year in high school soon, so why don't you seize the time to study! You will regret it in the future."

!”

"To be honest, is Lao Liu going through menopause early?" In the classroom, He Zhou carefully took out his mobile phone from his sleeve: "He is so angry, I feel scared every time he lectures me, for fear that he will break the table.

"

Zheng Que wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at the back window again and again until he was sure that Teacher Liu would not try to fight back again, then he reopened the game: "There is still more than a year until the college entrance examination, and I don't know what he is studying for."

What a rush."

He glanced at the screen, and after just a moment, his game character died. He couldn't help but cursed, and simply quit, saying nonchalantly: "I'm not afraid even if I really have to take the college entrance examination, I'm going abroad anyway."

"The three of us are all the same." He Zhou glanced at Ying Jiao, who was turning his pen to think, and asked, "Brother Jiao, what about you?"

Yingjiao raised his head and leaned back lazily on his chair: "Do you still need to ask?"

He Zhou: "..."

I forgot that this person has been studying hard after class during this time.

"Forget it, you are not the same type of person as us." He Zhou waved his hand and pushed Peng Chengcheng, who was silent next to him: "Old Peng, which country do you want to go to?"

Peng Chengcheng shook his head as he cherished the words, indicating that he had not thought about it well.

"Think quickly, think quickly." Zheng Que urged in a low voice: "The three of us can go to the same school. Then it will be very convenient for us to go out and play."

Yingjiao had been doing math problems all night, and now he felt a little dizzy. He opened the Fengyoujing, put a little on his fingers, wiped it on his temples, and said, "Let's go to Australia."

He Zhou turned to him: "Do you know where it is?"

"Lao Peng likes boxing, you want to lose weight," Yingjiao put Fengyoujing into his pencil case, raised his lips and said, "Australian kangaroo sparring partner, you deserve it."

What the hell are you talking about in human language?!

He Zong originally wanted to slander him, but for some reason, he suddenly felt strangely interested. He said excitedly: "It seems like something I can consider. I heard that Australian kangaroos are very powerful. Maybe they can really help me lose my stubborn fat!"

He fantasizes happily, and at the same time, he wants to step on Yingjiao: "When the time comes, I will compare you to a scumbag."
To be continued...