Early February. The temperature is not too friendly.

The Hamamen Ballet has been busy rehearsing for its spring performance lately. At about nine o'clock that night, Jiang Luosheng got off the subway and was walking towards Dongtai Apartment.

There was a distinct rustle of bushes behind him.

Startled, she turned her head to look back.

Nothing.

The second time.

She frowned, suddenly feeling a bad feeling. Could it be that he is being targeted by whom?

The car behind him honked its horn twice. Xiao Qi lowered the car window, "Who are you looking for?" ”

Jiang Luosheng walked around the front of the car and got into the car, "I always feel that someone is following me." ”

Xiao Qi looked around, and there was nothing unusual.

"It's also possible that I'm thinking too much." Jiang Luosheng added another sentence.

Xiao Qi didn't say anything, and looked around again before retracting his gaze.

The car drove into Dongtai Apartment.

Jiang Luosheng got out of the car, "Pangu has been busy lately? ”

"Hmm." Xiao Qi got out of the car and walked forward.

"I see you're coming back late."

"So are you."

"I'm going to dance a spring performance later," Jiang Luo trotted two steps to keep up with him, "I've been busy rehearsing lately. ”

"I picked you up recently." Xiao Qi looked at her, "To be safe." ”

"What about your job?" Jiang Luosheng was side by side with him.

"Go home and do it."

"Okay." Jiang Luosheng affectionately grabbed his arm, "Thank you, Director Xiao." ”

In the next few days, Jiang Luosheng was safely picked up and sent by car.

Until the evening of this day, on the Land Rover, Jiang Luosheng fastened his seat belt, and his eyes were full of stars, "Director Xiao, let's go eat hot pot!" ”

Xiao Qi glanced at her, a little unbearable, but still refused, "Next time." ”

Sure enough, in the next second, he watched the stars in Jiang Luosheng's eyes dim one by one.

"Why?" Jiang Luosheng said aggrievedly.

"Busy." Xiao Qi started the car.

"Okay," Jiang Luosheng sat down and lowered his head, "Then next time." ”

Xiao Qi reached out and pinched her chin, "Good." ”

Jiang Luosheng was stunned for a moment and grabbed his hand, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao Qi withdrew his hand.

Jiang Luosheng turned sideways and reached out to touch his forehead, "You're very hot." ”

"Yes."

"I have a fever." Jiang Luosheng asked him, "Are you uncomfortable?" ”

"Sort of."

"Ouch, poor little girl," Jiang Luosheng gently touched his head, "It must be too busy and tired recently." ”

In the evening, Xiao Qi leaned against the bedside code. The thermometer under his armpit rang "dripping".

"Luo Sheng," he raised his voice slightly, "it's done." ”

"It's coming, it's coming!" Jiang Luosheng's footsteps are from far and near.

Xiao Qi watched her appear at the door of the bedroom wearing an apron, with a clean and delicate little face, big black waves hanging down to her waist, and listened to her complaining in a milky voice: "Won't you take a look for yourself?" I'm cooking. ”

"I can't count." Xiao Qi replied seriously.

"Xiao is three years old." Jiang Luosheng sat down beside him, probed over, and reached in from his neckline to get the thermometer.

A few strands of broken hair fell to Xiao Qi's neck, and together with Jiang Luosheng's hand that reached in, it tickled him.

He turned his head away and lowered his eyes slightly, and saw Jiang Luosheng's curly long eyelashes and the small tip of his nose close at hand.

Jiang Luosheng took out the thermometer. Seeing the numbers on it, she frowned, "Ouch! ”

Xiao raised his eyebrows, "How many degrees?" ”

"Forty-two." Jiang Luosheng held the thermometer in front of him with a sad expression.

Xiao Qi looked at the number above, "Isn't this thirty-eight?" ”

"It's forty-two. You don't know how to count. Jiang Luosheng patted Xiao Qi's hand, "You're dying." ”

Xiao Qi was helpless, "Jiang Luosheng, you are two and a half years old this year. ”

"I'm going to cook for your three-year-old when I'm two and a half years old." Jiang Luosheng took out the fever reducer from the bedside table next to him, "Come, eat." ”

Xiao Qi remained motionless and said confidently: "I want to feed." ”

Jiang Luosheng sat closer again, personally fed him the medicine, and then brought the water to his mouth.

Xiao Qi ate obediently.

"Okay, that's good," Jiang Luosheng rubbed his hair and stood up, "I'll cook porridge, and I'll call you when it's ready." ”

Xiao Qi looked up at her, "I want to feed." ”

"Good, good!" Jiang Luosheng thought he was cute, reached over and pinched his cheek, "I'll feed you." ”

Xiao Qi's face was hot. Thirty-eight degrees, Jiang Luosheng is not very worried, after taking antipyretics, his body temperature should slowly drop.

However, when she fed Xiao Qi dinner and took his temperature again, she found that the number on it had changed to thirty-nine, and she began to worry.

"Let's go to the hospital." She was a little scared.

"No, no." Xiao Qi refused.

"What if it burns higher?"

Xiao Qi shrank into the quilt, pouted slightly and frowned, "No." ”

Jiang Luosheng saw his expression and teased him with a smile, "Little friend, are you afraid of injections?" ”

"Yes." Xiao Qi admitted sullenly.

He looked poor and didn't want to go to the hospital, like a spoiled child. Jiang Luosheng's heart softened, and he didn't force him anymore, but he didn't want him to be so uncomfortable anymore.

She took two towels from the bathroom, put them on his forehead, and wiped him warmly.

Xiao Qi was wrapped in a quilt and lay flat on the bed, with a cold towel on his forehead, looking at Jiang Luosheng without saying a word, at her mercy.

Jiang Luosheng finished wiping his arm, and then leaned in from the hem of his shirt to wipe his chest.

As soon as I lifted my clothes, I felt a wave of heat.

"Tsk," Jiang Luosheng frowned, "If the fever doesn't subside at night, go to the hospital." ”

"Okay." Xiao Qi coughed lightly twice and frowned.

It can be seen that it is uncomfortable.

"Ouch, poor little one." Jiang Luosheng felt distressed for a while, "It's uncomfortable, right?" ”

"It's uncomfortable." Xiao Qi's gaze followed her.

"Get some sleep, be good, and do it when you get back from work." Jiang Luosheng didn't know where he got the patience, so he coaxed so gently, "I'll accompany you." ”

Xiao Qi took her hand as if he wanted her to promise.

"I'm not leaving." Jiang Luosheng held his hand back, "Don't worry." ”

"Hmm." Xiao Qi coughed twice more and closed his eyes.

Jiang Luosheng sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the man on the bed.

Distinct edges and corners, three-dimensional facial features. She had always known that he was good-looking, that he was powerful, and that he seemed cold to everything around him. Therefore, she never imagined that there would be such a day when she would see his fragility and his desire for companionship.

Jiang Luosheng stretched out his hand and gently stroked his burnt cheeks.

He's also an ordinary person, an ordinary person who gets sick.

Xiao Qi didn't know how long he had been asleep. A cold towel was placed on his forehead.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling much more comfortable.

Then, someone was wiping him with a warm towel, from his legs, to his waist, all the way up.

The curtains in the room had been drawn. A faint moonlight poured in through the cracks. He saw Jiang Luosheng's serious expression and the sleepy yawn in this faint light.

"What time is it?" He asked.

Jiang Luosheng raised his head, "Are you awake?" O'clock. You've slept soundly. ”

"Thank you for your hard work." Xiao Qi reached out and touched her head.

"It's hard work." Jiang Luosheng pouted, "I'll wipe your body every half an hour, and you're going to be tired." ”

Xiao lifted the hand on top of her head, slid it down her cheek to her chin, and then gently squeezed it, "Rest for a while." I'm much better. ”

Jiang Luosheng put down the towel, took a thermometer and sat beside him, "Come on, take another temperature." ”

Xiao Qi obediently clamped the thermometer.

Jiang Luosheng lay on his side on the bed, propped his head up with his arms, and faced Xiao Qi.

The two looked at each other face to face, and neither spoke. The room was quiet, only the wall clock on the wall of the living room could be heard, and the second hand ticking.

The thermometer 'ticked' and broke the silence.

Jiang Luosheng reached into Xiao Qi's neckline, took out a thermometer, and read the numbers on it fluorescently.

"Thirty-seven degrees," she put down her thermometer and patted Xiao Qi's head gently in a rewarding manner, "great." ”

Xiao Qi pulled her hand down and put it on his lips.

Jiang Luosheng could still see those deep eyes in the dark, and the bottom of the eyes was a deep light.

Xiao Qi kissed her finger, then opened his mouth and gently bit her index finger.

The stinging hurts. Jiang Luosheng was defenseless and exclaimed in a low voice.

This sound tore Xiao Qi's reason into a small hole.

He clasped the back of Jiang Luosheng's head with his backhand, pulled the person closer, and kissed the cherry mouth.

At first, it was just a dragonfly with water, and the lips were against each other, gently grinding, as if with concerns.

But it was enough to make Jiang Luosheng's whole body tremble slightly.

The sanity gap is getting bigger and bigger. Xiao Qi clasped the back of her head and slowly deepened the kiss.

Jiang Luosheng didn't feel scared. She closed her eyes and accepted the kiss earnestly and cautiously.

The moment he tasted the tip of her tongue, Xiao Qi's breath instantly became deeper. He took Jiang Luosheng and turned over, pressed her, let go of her lips, kissed from cheek, to ear, and then to neck.

Jiang Luosheng felt in a daze that he was burning again, and thought about going to the hospital at an inopportune time.

Xiao Qi kissed her collarbone, but sucked hard as if he was not satisfied.

There was a burst of heart-piercing numbness, but fortunately, it brought a little pain, and instantly pulled back Jiang Luosheng's consciousness.

"Don't ......," she nudged Xiao on her shoulder.

Xiao Qi immediately stopped.

In the room, the wheezing voices of the two were intertwined, and they couldn't tell each other apart.

The sound of the wall clock outside is no longer clear.

Jiang Luosheng lay under Xiao and was lost in the night.

Xiao Qi pressed against her, lowered his head and kissed her trembling eyelashes.

This kiss, with all his reluctance and love, was light and lingering.

Jiang Luosheng closed his eyes, and his heart was sour.

She and Xiao Qi were bound to each other and alienated from each other, but they didn't know that from that moment on, they were holding hands and losing control so far.

Perhaps, the moment Jiang Qingyuan died was the beginning.

Xiao Qi slowly stabilized his breathing, but his body temperature had not yet dropped.

"I'm ......" Jiang Luosheng pursed his lips and reached down, "Help you?" ”

Xiao Qi grabbed her hand, turned over and lay down beside her, his voice low and hoarse, "No." ”

After speaking, he gently kissed Jiang Luosheng's forehead, like treating a precious porcelain treasure, for fear that if he was not careful, he would break a corner.

Jiang Luosheng watched as his eyes slowly regained their clarity. His temperature had also dropped, not like just now, half a person's distance away from her, almost burning her to the brim.

"Tomorrow weekend, will the company work overtime?"

"No."

"Rest at home. You don't have to pick me up in the evening, I'll come back by myself. ”

Xiao Qi frowned, "No." ”

"It's fine. It's been days. Jiang Luosheng persuaded him, "It should be that I am too worried." Probably just a stray cat passing by. ”

Xiao Qi thought for a long time before agreeing: "Then you get out of the rehearsal and tell me." ”

"Okay." Jiang Luosheng patted his head, "Good, sleep." Good night. ”

"Good night." Xiao Qi pulled down Jiang Luosheng's hand, interlocked his fingers with her, and closed his eyes.