Overwinter

Chapter 31

When he came out of the bathroom with Wen Yan in his arms, the doctor's eyes made Song Zhuangtong want to blow his head off.

"Hurry up and see a doctor."

It was very uncomfortable to suffer from the cold and fever on a hot day. Wen Yan's body, which had just been wiped, was sweating again after the needle was done.He opened his eyes drowsily, glanced at the doctor who adjusted the speed of the bottle, and opened his mouth with difficulty.

The doctor leaned in front of him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Water...can you please help me..."

"Drink water?" The doctor understood, helped Wen Yan a little higher, picked up the warm water that Song Zhuangtong had prepared on the bedside, and handed it to Wen Yan's lips.

The lips that had been dry for a long time were finally moist. Wen Yan swallowed some hot water, and his throat felt much more comfortable after being moistened.

"Thank you."

His eyes scanned the room, and finally fell on the doctor.

"Is he gone?"

"Song Zhuangtong? He's gone."

Seeing that the person on the bed looked disappointed, he added: "I'm very professional, I'll leave after your fever subsides."

Wen Yan's chin is white and small, his thin cheeks don't have much flesh, and when he lowers his head, there is smooth black hair falling down. Except for the lips that have regained some blood color, his chin and neck are all white. The whole person is under the dim bedside light Looks fragile and brittle.

Although he doesn't understand what it's like to like a man, he seems to understand why Song Zhuangtong is attracted to this man.

"I lied to you, he went to pick up his son."

Wen Yan raised his head abruptly and looked at the person beside the bed.

"Don't let me pass the illness on to him."

"You have to be taken care of by someone. Song Zhuangtong doesn't dare to leave his son alone at home."

These words made Wen Yan silent for a while.

"I can take care of myself."

The doctor, who knew his physical condition all too well, folded his arms and looked at Wen Yan speechlessly.

"You can't."

Wen Yan chuckled twice, and said, "It's only because I'm thin that I look seriously ill, but I'm actually not that weak."

"It's okay for you to deceive Song Zhuangtong with this, but forget it about me." The doctor stepped forward to remove the pillow behind Wen Yan, and helped him to lie down, "Okay, lie down and rest quickly."

Song Zhuangtong took Song Jing to Wen Yan's house. Song Jing was obviously a little happy. He didn't see Wen Yan in the living room, so he wanted to rush into the room.Song Zhuangtong grabbed him by the collar and carried him back to the sofa.

"You sleep here today, sit still and I'll get the quilt."

Song Jing had already taken a bath at home, he was sitting on the sofa, and after Song Zhuangtong took out the quilt, he looked at him innocently.

"Mr. Wen is sick. I want to take care of him in the room. You sleep alone. The small lights in the corridor will not be turned off later, so you can go to the toilet by yourself, okay?"

It means that it is okay to not twist your body to resist.The sofa was a bit small for Song Zhuangtong, but it was more or less suitable for Song Jing. After the person was settled, Song Zhuangtong went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was low, and it was just right for Wen Yan to be covered with two layers of quilts. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. The sound of Song Zhuangtong taking a bath and hot porridge came from outside the door.

The footsteps were getting closer, the door was opened with a click, and Song Zhuangtong entered the room with a bowl of hot porridge.

"Get up and have some porridge."

He walked to the bed and sat down next to the quilt.

Wen Yan opened his eyes, stood up with effort, and reached out to hold the bowl. Song Zhuangtong's slightly cold eyes made Wen Yan a little stiff.

"I'll feed you."

Wen Yan's left hand was still receiving the injection, and he could actually hold his head up and get bored, but Song Zhuangtong's tone was not good, so Wen Yan opened his mouth obediently and drank the porridge handed over to him.

After finishing the porridge, I drank two more cups of medicine.

Song Zhuangtong had just taken a shower, his arms were still wet, and after staying in the room for a while, he started to feel cold. He glanced at the temperature and asked, "Why is it so low?"

"It was too hot to fall asleep just now."

The humming air conditioner was mixed with a gentle and hoarse voice, Song Zhuangtong adjusted the air conditioner to a suitable temperature, and then helped the person to lie down.

He sat by the bed and looked at his mobile phone, Wen Yan glanced at it several times in succession, the question he wanted to ask was stuck in his throat for a long time and he didn't ask it.

It wasn't until the last bottle of drip was finished that Song Zhuangtong pulled out the needle for him, and then directly lifted the quilt and entered Wen Yan's bed. Only then did Wen Yan get the answer to the question that Wen Yan had been wanting to ask for a long time.

Without any discussion, he went directly to the other person's bed without hesitation. Wen Yan only felt a cool ice cube stuffed into the warm bed, so comfortable that he couldn't help rubbing it to the right.

"Is it okay for Song Jing to sleep alone in the living room?" Wen Yan asked in a low voice.

"There can't be three people sleeping here, and you can easily infect him."

As soon as the lights were turned off, Song Zhuangtong's voice sounded particularly deep and deep, and Wen Yan kept his eyes open in the dark night.

"I'm actually better," he said.

Song Zhuangtong put his hands under his head, and stared at the dark ceiling with his eyes without any sleepiness.

"Then you want to drive me back again?"

Wen Yan turned sideways: "No."

With the faint light outside the window, Wen Yan could barely see the outline of Song Zhuangtong's tough profile.

"How did you know I was sick?"

"I didn't have time to pick up the report book in the morning. The math teacher Song Jing contacted me. I didn't know that you were sick and didn't go to school."

Wen Yan hummed in a low voice, and then said, "Thank you, I've troubled you every time."

"Does your face still hurt?" Song Zhuangtong asked abruptly.

Wen Yan was puzzled: "Huh?"

Song Zhuangtong also turned sideways. He reached out to touch Wen Yan's face, pinching Wen Yan's face in the bathroom: "Didn't you just cry in pain?"

Eyelashes trembling like struggling butterflies, Wen Yan's hot breath sprayed on Song Zhuangtong's tiger's mouth.He let go of Wen Yan's face, put his palm on the back of Wen Yan's neck again, and leaned against him.

Song Zhuangtong is a despicable hunter who attacks prey suddenly when they are weak and helpless.

"Wen Yan, answer the question I asked you."

His lips were very close, and he seemed to have kissed his lower lip in the intertwined breathing.

Wen Yan panted twice like a small animal, and he shook his head pitifully, but he didn't realize that he gently brushed Song Zhuangtong's lips.

The consequence of casually teasing the hunter was that he was pressed on the back of the neck and bit the tip of his tongue hard.

"I mean the question I asked in the bathroom, are you crying because of him?"

Wen Yan wanted to shake his head, but he didn't dare to shake his head again.

A little taste will only bring more raging desires to addicts. The posture of holding the back of the neck is too much like hugging the whole person into his arms. Song Zhuangtong has already tolerated too many emotions tonight. He knows that now is a good time to press. The elbow landed on Wen Yan's waist, his strong thigh caught Wen Yan's leg, and the palm of his neck had moved to Wen Yan's back.

Not long ago, his back was flushed with force.

"So who is he?"

A hoarse voice could be heard with the naked ear. Wen Yan's hand landed on Song Zhuangtong's abdomen helplessly, and was pressed into his arms again due to the disparity in physical strength. A little panic.

"It's my ex-boyfriend."

This answer made Song Zhuangtong very upset, really upset.

"You like cowards?"

Wen Yan was taken aback for a moment, not understanding the reason for Song Zhuangtong's sudden attack.

Song Zhuangtong pressed his waist hard, hugged him into his arms, and asked, "What am I not as good as him?"

Wen Yan pressed his chin against Song Zhuangtong's chest, looked up at him, and said, "You are not inferior to him."

"Why don't you fall in love with me?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan sighed lightly, and said, "It's not that I don't want to talk to you, but I don't want to talk, and your situation is quite special, so I don't know how to get along with Song Jing."

Song Zhuangtong said coldly: "Excuses."

"I've thought about it carefully. Song Jing's illness may actually be related to his mother. After all, mother is the most important role in a child's growth. The lack of maternal love may make him very insecure." Wen Yan After a pause, he added, "Also, my posture is uncomfortable, can you let me go first?"

Song Zhuangtong showed mercy and let go of Wen Yan's wrist, but his left hand crawled down the back of his hand, and squeezed his five fingers into Wen Yan's fingers domineeringly.

"Then you come and make up for his missing maternal love." Song Zhuangtong said.

Wen Yan choked speechlessly, unable to shake off the held hand, he sighed as if giving up: "I can't explain it to you."