The rain was so dark that there was no starlight.

Leng Xiaotai knew that the ghost shadow was not formed by blocking the light, but a black flat body that he could not explain for the time being. The ghost can only crawl on the surface of objects, so what really attacks him is the invisible gas on the ground that is controlled by the ghost.

It was almost pitch black in front of him, Leng Xiaotai stood in this darkness, simply closed his eyes and didn't look at it. The noisy sound of rain sounded imposing, followed by a strong wind.

Here it is. Leng Xiaotai said. He instinctively regained the touch he had felt in the pool that day, and the raindrops on his fingertips were dancing countless small spheres, and these small spheres had a fluctuating string that he could pluck as long as he plucked it

Water splashes.

The rain on Leng Xiaotai's fingertips instantly condensed into ice gravel, he slowly raised his right hand, raised his index finger and pointed to the right, almost at the same time, the rapidly approaching big guy froze at the moment he touched Leng Xiaotai's fingertips.

The sound of the rain was still noisy, and nothing had happened, only Leng Xiaotai knew that the invisible big guy was no longer there.

Liquefaction is the process in which a gas emits heat and converts it into a liquid state when it undergoes a change in pressure or temperature around it. If Leng Xiaotai can condense ice, then in a deeper way, he can change the temperature through guò ice, or change the shape of ice to change the air pressure. And this qiē was all thought of by Leng Xiaotai in just two or three seconds.

It's not that he's mentally weak, he just forgets it a lot.

Deal with this big guy, Leng Xiaotai took a breath. Once a person relaxes, the thoughts that support the body will instantly disintegrate. At this time, he was already soaking wet, the ice and rain at night were very cold, and he was just almost dismantled by the damn ghost, and he really couldn't hold it at this moment.

Leng Xiaotai's eyes darkened, and he knelt on the ground with a bang.

The faint consciousness was still reminding him to crawl back, if he really drenched in the rain all night and waited for others to find out, I am afraid that he would be ridiculed by someone as a braised potato tomorrow.

No, you'll die if you get drenched like that

"Will sprout"

At this time, a voice was attached to Leng Xiaotai's ear. The voice was very gentle, but also very low, Leng Xiaotai felt that someone was surrounding him from behind, and the person's cheek was also attached to the side of his ear. Immediately after him, he felt his body light, as if he was being picked up by the man.

"Lanche," he muttered, tilting his head into Lanche's arm wearily.

As Lanche spoke, there was a slight jolt in his chest, "Well, I'm here." ”

Leng Xiaotai closed his eyes, feeling weak, "I'll fuck you." ”

You're just sprouting

After that, Leng Xiaotai fell asleep, no, to be exact, fainted. After he was sent back to the hotel, he directly injected two hanging bottles, and the medical staff used all the fever-reducing medicines brought to Leng Xiaotai, which did not withstand his soaring body temperature. Leng Xiaotai burned hot all day, and it was not until about ten o'clock the next night that his white blood cells occupied the high ground for the first time.

Lanche shook the thermometer in his hand and said to Leng Xiaotai, who had been burned into a pair of fish bubbles, "Congratulations, it's finally down to 38 degrees 7." ”

Leng Xiaotai smiled with satisfaction.

For him at this moment, this is already a gratifying good news. After all, half an hour ago, Shi Ming, who came to visit the patient next door, was still calculating that the joules he released today could feed several heating plants.

The buzzing head finally subsided a bit, and Leng Xiaotai's sour stomach cried out for his craving for food—it was time to eat. Needless to say, Lanche had helped him to his feet. Lanche dragged Leng Xiaotai's back with one hand, leaned forward, and erected Leng Xiaotai's pillow. Leng Xiaotai felt that he was a little nervous, and the tips of Lanche's hair brushed his cheeks, tickling him.

The program team specially prepared preserved egg and lean porridge for him, which was packed in a huge insulated box. There is no small table in this hotel, so Leng Xiaotai has to hold the heavy insulated box with one hand and dig spoonful by spoon for himself to eat. It's not that he is hypocritical, it's really this wave of cold man who has burned the tiger and the tiger to be honest, he is now an old remnant who has no power to restrain the chicken, and he has to tremble after eating two mouthfuls of porridge.

Lan Che was afraid of the cold, so Xiaotai buckled the porridge bowl on the bed, and couldn't bear to snatch the thermos box, "I'll feed you." ”

Leng Xiaotai raised his eyeballs up blankly, and threw the iron spoon into the box.

The sick man was the greatest, and Lanche sat down on the edge of the bed good-naturedly, picked up a spoon and fed it.

If it weren't for the fact that his arm was so sore that he couldn't lift it, Leng Xiaotai really didn't want to be disgusted and let people feed him. His gaze was glazed over as if he were chewing like a machine, and occasionally the corners of his mouth scraped the porridge juice, which Lanche patiently wiped away with a tissue. Lanche gently wiped Leng Xiaotai's lips and chuckled, "Potato, you're blistered." ”

Leng Xiaotai didn't even have the strength to compare his middle finger.

After eating, Lanche gave Leng Xiaotai the medicine prescribed by the doctor, and Leng Xiaotai fell asleep again.

According to the doctor's instructions, Leng Xiaotai had to eat another pair after four hours. As a responsible and reliable roommate, Lanche set an alarm clock for himself and woke up on time at three o'clock in the morning to remind Leng Xiaotai to take his medicine.

He walked to Leng Xiaotai's bedside, saw that the person was still asleep, and casually touched the side of Leng Xiaotai's neck, and sure enough, it burned again. Lanche patted Leng Xiaotai's face, leaned over to Leng Xiaotai's ear, "Wake up, you can take the side medicine again." ”

Leng Xiaotai was already burned in his dream, and he was talking nonsense without knowing anything. His lips were pressed against the side of Lanche's face, and he rubbed his head against Lanche's ear. "Cold." He said, "It's cold." ”

Lanche reached into the quilt and grabbed Leng Xiaotai's hand, and found that this person was really shaking. Helplessly, the quilts in the hotel were thin, and it was useless for Lanche to press his bed quilt on the cold table.

"Is it still cold?" Lanche asked, holding Leng Xiaotai's hand.

Leng Xiaotai was still shaking.

After a moment of silence, Lanche simply lifted the quilt and got in. He gently lifted Leng Xiaotai's head and let him lie on his arm, and with the other hand, he broke Leng Xiaotai over and held it in his arms.

Feeling this sudden heat source, Leng Xiaotai instinctively leaned closer, he curled up in Lanche's arms, and even felt that it was not enough, so he simply wrapped one leg around it.

Due to fever and sweating, Leng Xiaotai took off the pajamas on his body before going to bed. At this moment, he was □□ naked, and his fever led to hot skin, Lanche was really provoked by Leng Xiaotai's unintentional move.

"Sleep well, okay?" Lanche soothed Leng Xiaotai's back with a smile and avoided the leg that Leng Xiaotai hung on him. Unexpectedly, Leng Xiaotai in his sleep felt this deliberate evacuation, and he actually became more entangled.

He reached out and grabbed Lanche's neck, and one leg slid up the inside of Lanche's thigh until it reached straight to Lanche's place. Lan Che was stunned, he pinched Leng Xiaotai's jaw and looked at the face in his palm in a daze.

After a long time, he let go of Leng Xiaotai, Leng Xiaotai just breathed smoothly and fell asleep on his arm, Lanche carefully took the person in his arms, tilted his head slightly, and dropped a kiss on the tip of the man's hair in distraction.

He may have liked someone for many years, and maybe he didn't even know it.

When Leng Xiaotai woke up the next day, Lanche was gone, and the good pot friend on the windowsill was also gone, presumably taken out by Lanche for morning exercises.

Although he was still weak, Leng Xiaotai knew very well that his fever had subsided. The weather is clear, and Leng Xiaotai is in a good mood. He got up and ate the breakfast that Lanche had left on the table, and went to take a shower again. There was a smell of virus in the house, and he had to hurry outside to get some fresh air.

This is the kung fu from the second floor to the square, and the conversations Leng Xiaotai heard all the way are talking about the 'Leng Xiaotai Weibo incident'. He doesn't need to flip through Weibo to know that in addition to the topic of Leng Xiaotai's corpse, the Lantai CP who has been silent for a long time can be hot again.

For nothing else, Leng Xiaotai's first fraudulent Weibo post that had been missing for many days was actually scolding Lanche. 'Lanche, you wait! These five big characters are clearly hung on the first article of the homepage, and if you want to say that there is no greasy between Lantai, you don't even believe in Leng Xiaotai.

After swaying and bumping into the Shi brothers, Leng Xiaotai suddenly thought that he had not participated in the follow-up recording of the second issue the day before yesterday, so he came over curiously and asked, "Who won later?" ”

Shi Liang was squatting on the ground with bread crumbs to raise ants, and said, "Little A." ”

Leng Xiaotai: "Who is Little A?" ”

Shi Liang: "Kiwii." ”

After inquiring, it turned out that Kiwii and Qian Duoduo were Xiao A and the resentful spirit, and the way to kill each player was different, but the way to kill Leng Xiaotai was to let Leng Xiaotai refuse and witness Kiwii help Qian Duoduo blow his eyes before the third class of five years - Leng Xiaotai was deeply shocked by the director's nonsense.

"It's hard to prevent," he sighed.

Turning around, although Leng Xiaotai didn't want to admit it, he was actually looking for Lanche. After wandering around for half an hour, he didn't see Xiao Lanzi and his good pot friend, and the boring Leng Ye decided to go home.

Jiao Erlang walked back to 2206 locally, humming an unknown little song while taking out his room card to open the door. Just as he was about to raise his hand to grab the doorknob, he saw another person's hand twist the doorknob and push the door open.

The man suddenly appeared behind Leng Xiaotai, and before Leng Xiaotai could look back to see who it was, he was rudely pressed by the neck and pushed into the room. Leng Xiaotai was caught off guard and threw himself on the TV stand. He hurriedly looked up and saw the face of the person behind him in the opposite mirror.

Li Fei.