Is Lin Xiangyang sick?

How is he, like the great god, also sick?

And can't get in touch?

Lin Jianxi suddenly realized that since he found himself waking up from the bathtub last time, he had not contacted Lin Xiangyang again, nor had he gone home.

She instinctively dialed Lin Xiangyang's phone, and the expected reminder was turned off.

Nothing will happen.

The sun was shining outside, but she felt that her whole body was covered in dark clouds and she couldn't breathe.

I didn't even have time to stuff the books into my school bag, so I hurriedly took a car home at the school gate.

trotted to the door of the house, instinctively knocked on the door of Lin Xiangyang's house, knocked for a long time, there was no reaction at all, she stomped her feet in a hurry.

If he couldn't hear such a loud knock on the door, it could only prove that he was really sick.

What should I do, and I don't have the key on his door, so I can find a company to open the door?

Lin Jianxi was so anxious that he turned around in a circle, suddenly thought of something, raised his hand and patted his head, took out the key on his door, opened the door and entered the house.

How could she forget that her living room and Lin Xiangyang's living room are connected.

Throw your textbooks and schoolbags on the sofa and walk through the living room, the room is quiet, the curtains are closed, and the light is relatively dim.

She quickly glanced at the living room, but there was no one, and walked quickly to the bedroom door, this time she didn't knock on the door, and pushed the door in.

The light was much dimmer than outside, and Lin Jianxi got used to it a little before she could see the situation inside the bedroom.

The bed was very messy, there was only one pillow on it, and the other pillow, diagonally on the side of the bed, and the quilt on the bed was almost all on the ground, only the edge of one corner was still on the edge of the bed.

Lin Jianxi's heart instinctively tightened, she bypassed the bed, and sure enough, on the floor next to the bed, she saw Lin Xiangyang.

He seemed to have fallen off the bed, with long arms and legs outside, only above his waist, wrapped in a little quilt.

His face was red, but his lips were white.

"Brother Xiangyang......" Lin Jianxi squatted down beside Lin Xiangyang and whispered to him.

The boy was very sleepy, and when he looked closer, he found that the corners of his lips had been cracked with dryness, and they were full of dry skin.

How long had he been asleep?

Lin Jianxi's chest hurt sharply, and she bent down to hug Lin Xiangyang's shoulder, trying to pull him up from the ground, but when she touched the skin, the body temperature on the young man's body made her startled, and she almost retracted her hand.

It took a lot of strength to pull the boy on the ground back to the bed.

At the same time, the light in the room was turned on, and in the warm orange light, the young man's long eyelashes were reflected on the lower eyelids, and the whole face seemed to suddenly lose a lot of weight, and the contours became more distinct.

She sat on the edge of the bed for a few seconds, she had never taken care of anyone else, she was very disorganized, and countless thoughts flashed in her heart, trying to remember what her parents had done to her when she had a high fever as a child.

When she was a child, she had a high fever and seemed to be taken to the hospital every time.

That's right, go to the hospital, the doctor must know what to do, bend over, kneel on the bed, try to wrap Lin Xiangyang's long arm around his neck, and then hug Lin Xiangyang up with all his might.

However, the difference in height and weight forced her and Lin Xiangyang to fall on the bed together.

I tried back and forth several times, and found that I couldn't move instinctively, and every time I fell left and right, a certain woman beat the pillow in discouragement.

I can't go to the hospital.

You have to find a way to bring your temperature down.