Chapter 2060: Hesitant to return (27)

"Then take Brother Chi back?"
"No, let him be here." Chuzhen rejected You Zixi's proposal.
You Zixi thought for a while, as a sensible person, nodded very well.
After You Zixi left, Chuzheng prepared to take a look at the card quietly.
Who knows, as soon as he pushed the door, he stood behind the door late, his eyes were out of focus, like woodcarving.
Hatsune: "..."
Oh scary individuals!
"I'm hungry." The boy's lips were slightly stunned, his tone was flat, and he couldn't hear the emotions.
"Have."
There is still a little survival in Chuzheng's refrigerator. Chuzheng simply handles it and brings it out for late return.
Going back late to eat, speed is a bit fast, cheeks bulging, soft broken hair hanging down, blocking his eyes.
"You slow down." Chuzhen poured a glass of water for him: "Don't hold it." I still have trouble holding it.
After eating late, staring at the empty bowl.
Chuzhen followed him for a while, and asked, "Not full? And, do you want to eat?"
Return to God late, put down the chopsticks, and shake his head: "Thank you."
Chuzheng politely returned: "You're welcome."
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Into the night.
The rain continued outside the window, and in the room, the teenager was lying in bed, sleeping uneasily.
I don't know how long after that, the boy's closed eyes suddenly opened, his breathing was slightly short.
Delayed back throat dryness, swallowing saliva seems difficult.
The darkness in front of me was gradually spreading out, and something could be seen faintly.
This is not his room.
Where is he?
This question flashed into my mind.
The answer hadn't been given in the brain, and a sudden voice sounded, "What's wrong?"
Cold and faint, clear in the dark.
Chi Gui turned his head fiercely, obviously there was a figure next to him.
Late return: "..."
The slow-moving brain works slowly.
I remember coming back with Chuzheng ...
But why are they in a room, a bed?
Returning late to find his voice: "You ... why are you here?"
"You have a fever." Chuzhen reached out and touched his forehead. "I look at you."
The hot forehead, which was late to return, was affixed to the slightly cold palm, and felt comfortable for a moment.
At this time, I came back late and felt my head was drowsy, and my body was weak.
It's not natural to avoid Chuzheng's hand lately: "I'm fine ... you don't need to be here, you go back to sleep."
"This is my house. I want to be there wherever I want." Chuzhen pulled him under the quilt: "Sleep."
Late return: "..."
Chuzheng just leaned on the bedside and sat on the quilt next to her, not too close.
Late at this time, how could he have the strength to argue with Chuzheng, he just felt that he was burning uncomfortably, and his throat was about to smoke.
Chi Gui tolerated it, but couldn't help it: "I want to drink water."
Chuzhen didn't say a word, but soon went out and poured a cup of hot water to come in and help him up.
Chigui wanted to sit on his own, but Chuzheng was very strong on his shoulder, and Chigui was forced to lean on her shoulder.
Hot water wets the dry mouth and slides down the throat into the stomach.
It was dark and silent, and the swallowing sound was particularly clear.
After drinking a whole glass of water late, I felt like I was alive again.
"Do you still drink?" Chuzhen wiped the water stains on the corners of Chigui's mouth with his hands, and touched his lips with no intention or intention.
The late return body stiffened slightly, leaning at the beginning, and wiped with the back of his hand: "Don't drink."
Chuzhen touched her long-slapped hair, letting people lie back and pinch the quilt.
He returned to cover the quilt lately, and was suppressed by Chuzheng on one side. He felt as if he had been sealed.
His head was a little dull, but he didn't sleep at all.
The thoughts in his head were messy, and he didn't know what he thought.
I don't know how long it has been, I turned back and looked at the person leaning next to me, and my lips moved for a long while, and I still said, "Are you asleep?"
"No."
"are you cold?"
"It's not cold." Isn't this air-conditioning? What a cold.
"..." He was late to speak.
After the first zhenzheng, I thought about it, but it is not right to think about it. Maybe I want to rush her back to the room.
I'm still wit!
I don't know when I fell asleep late, but it was the next day when I woke up.
It was still raining outside, and the sky was gloomy, giving people a very depressed feeling.
The man was no longer in the room.
Going late, rubbing his forehead and sitting up, slowed for two minutes, and lifted the quilt to the ground.
When you step on the ground, you feel heavy and light, and the rooms in front of you are spinning.
Late for a while, and walked towards the door.
The fingers just touched the doorknob, and the doorknob had been pushed down. Then the door was pushed open, and the girl outside the door broke into his sight.
"Woke up?"
"Ok……"
Chuzhen continued to touch his forehead, feeling still a little burning, and said, "Take medicine again."
"Oh."
Late return is like a baby with no soul, what Chuzhen says is what.
He was sick late, and his hair seemed to have lost its former luster. He was drowsy, nestled on the sofa, and stared at the screen with his mobile phone.
Since yesterday, except for the missed calls made by You Zixi, there are no more calls in the phone.
Slowly, the hand holding the phone was slightly strained.
Those two didn't even want to make a phone call ...
They don't care where they are or what they are doing ...
Perhaps one day he will die, they will argue over who will give him a funeral.
After returning late, his hand suddenly felt warm, and then the mobile phone was forcibly taken away: "It is easy to faint when you are sick to see the mobile phone, and less."
The moment the voice fell, there was a blanket on the body, and the girl was holding his shoulders across the blanket.
Guigui turned to look at her, the girl looked serious and serious, as if she was holding a baby, she needed to be treated with caution.
Late eyelashes trembled and hoarse: "Do you like me?"
Chuzhen gave him a strange look and nodded: "Um."
After returning late, "Let's meet."
Chuzhen feels even more strange: "Are you confused?" What should I do if I get sick again? !! I will do it!
Late return to lower lip.
"Wait until you are ill ..." The sound of the words behind Chuzhen suddenly disappeared, and the loose blanket slowly dropped, blocking the view.
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The blanket hangs half on the ground and half on the late return.
Chuzhen pulled the blanket up, wrapped him, and stared at the person above: "Do you think I'm sick?"
It seems only late to come back to me, and hurry up and sit next to him: "I'm sorry."
He didn't think that much just now.
Guigui then asked: "So what's your answer?"
Chuzheng said solemnly: "Late back, I hope you didn't make this decision when your sick brain was unclear, because I won't give you a chance to regret it."
"... I'm sober." He knew what he was talking about. "I won't regret it."
"Okay." Chuzhen raised his hand and brushed the shredded hair on the forehead of the boy, revealing his eyes: "Remember what you said."