In his sleep, all he knew was that someone had put him on a soft object, and someone was whispering to him. Zhou Xuan opened his eyes in a daze, and his head was empty. Ye Zhiyuan turned his back to him and didn't know who he was talking to, his hands were in his trouser pockets, and his back line was handsome and graceful. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he only knew that Ye Zhiyuan would occasionally respond coldly.

He watched quietly for a while, his eyelids slowly became heavier, and seeing that Ye Zhiyuan would not leave for a while, he closed his eyes again with peace of mind, and his whole body was weak and had no strength. Under the pain, it seems to be a sense of powerlessness brought about by detachment, floating as if floating in mid-air, unable to go up or down, unable to grasp a pillar point.

The wet and cool cotton swab slowly rubbed on his arm, and with a deep cold coldness, a cold object pierced his arm, and the moment it pierced the skin, it was tingling with pain. The cold liquid was injected into his body, slowly merging with the blood into a stream of heat. After a while, Zhou Xuan's tightly twisted eyebrows relaxed.

"Zhou Xuan." Ye Zhiyuan lifted his upper body and let him lean on his body. "Take your medicine."

A few pills were forcefully stuffed into his mouth as he finished speaking, and before he could answer, his mouth was full of astringent and bitter taste. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit it out. There was no moisture in his mouth at all, and the smooth pills stuck in his throat, becoming stagnant, slowly oozing bitterness, and he just wanted to retch. Just a hand covered his mouth, and then a stream of warm water flowed down his mouth. Zhou Xuan's eyes were half-open, watching Ye Zhiyuan's lips pursed into a straight line and swallowing the pills hard.

It's a lot, it's so bitter.

Zhou Xuan finally swallowed the pills and coughed several times. Looking at the man with teary eyes. The warm water that he didn't have time to swallow flowed down the corner of his mouth, and the man raised his hand to wipe it off for him, before putting him back on the bed and whispering, "Sleep." ”

Zhou Xuan closed his eyes, the part under his ribs no longer seemed to be so painful, and following the man's voice, he finally fell asleep slowly again in a bitterness.

.......

When he woke up the next day, he looked at the unfamiliar environment in a daze, and it took him a long time to react, he was sick, it was Ye Zhiyuan who carried him through the deep and narrow alley, and the man's side face looked particularly soft in the night.

This is in the guesthouse.

Last night his stomach problem was so bad that he didn't want to make a sound, but the pain from the depths of his stomach seemed to reach his heart and lungs, and he throbbed like every cell in his blood. He curled up uneasily, looking impatiently at Ye Zhiyuan's focused back as he drove. Gritting his teeth, he barely let out a muffled snort.

Ye Zhiyuan frowned, Zhou Xuan's face under the rearview mirror was as pale as a blank piece of paper, and he directly found the nearest hotel and put him down.

He thought that Ye Zhiyuan was in trouble with him. Indeed, he put down the well-behaved and beautiful boy to come to him, and he still put on such a gesture...... No matter how you look at it, it's all pretentious. It was about because he was too fragile when he was sick, he raised his eyes embarrassedly, and shrunk and grabbed the corner of Ye Zhiyuan's clothes. Ye Zhiyuan glanced at him, turned around and walked outside. Zhou Xuan was stunned. I couldn't help curling myself up into a small ball, clutching my stomach, and trying to hypnotize myself.

It doesn't matter, if you go to sleep, there will be nothing left.

However, now Ye Zhiyuan is sleeping next to him. Her back was facing him, and the fine hair on her forehead was messy against her face. Zhou Xuan moved, put his face against his back, listened to his rhythmic heartbeat, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Awake?" The man's low, hoarse voice came.

"Hmm." Zhou Xuan was stunned, and replied obediently, "You turn around, I want to hold you." ”

Ye Zhiyuan pressed it directly. The drooping hair rubbed softly on his face, with an itchy touch. The wide, slightly cool palm reached into his clothes, bringing up a small pimple. Zhou Xuan trembled and looked at him incredulously.

"Itchy."

The man's hand rubbed slowly against his stomach, secretly exerting force. Seeing Zhou Xuan's uncomfortable frowning.

"Hmmm! ......" He reached out and grabbed Ye Zhiyuan's hand, his voice filled with pain, "Ye Zhiyuan...... Hurt! ”

"What's going on with your stomach?" Ye Zhiyuan raised his eyes to look at him, ignoring the fact that he was a patient, and his hand squeezed mercilessly on his stomach.

"You'd better be honest."