Chapter 81: wake up

Song Yu was sweating with pain, and his forehead was hot. After feeling the cold touch, he recovered a little. He slowly opened his eyes, his light-colored pupils were foggy but ignorant, staring at the person in front of him.
The darkness outlines Xie Sui's figure, which is familiar and reassuring. "Xie Sui." He called out softly
Xie Sui put his cold fingers on his forehead, bent down, and said in a low voice, "Have a fever?"
It seems to be a soft question, and it seems to be a faint self-talk.
Song Yu was so sick that he mumbled, "En." But he still protested for himself and said, "Don't go to the hospital." He hated the hospital.
Xie Sui's gaze fell heavily on him.
For a long time, he closed his eyes, his eyes drooped, and his voice was soft: "Okay, don't go to the hospital, let's go home first."
Xie Sui leaned over, wrapped Song Yu's waist, and hugged him.
The moment he was in his arms.
Song Yu was dumbfounded. The tip of the nose is the elegant fragrance of washing powder, and through the clean clothes, the ears are against Xie Sui's chest, and the sound of a heart beating can be heard clearly.
Darkness and fever caused the five senses to fall into a state of contradiction - sometimes groggy, and sometimes magnified and clear. For example, now, as if throwing a big stone into the turbid consciousness, his limbs were numb and his blood was cold for a second.
Song Yu stretched out his hand to push, but his body was as soft as water, unable to push at all.
Even because of excessive mood swings, the subsequent exhaustion was overwhelmed.
He can only hold Xie Sui's clothes with his fingers empty, like a drowning person.
"Don't be embarrassed, I will go by myself."
He muttered. Under the black hair wet with sweat, his ears are white and red, making people want to take a bite.
The rain outside has decreased.
Xie Sui felt that he was holding a hot body, burning on the tip of his heart, and every sentence of the weak voice in his arms stirred his nerves.
It's just that he never knew that when Song Yu fell ill was the most troublesome time. Like wild cats, they are not willing to put their paws away when they are sick.
All the way to find the panic and anger that was suppressed by Shen Shen, came to mind.
He looked cold and his voice was cold.
"How do you go? Climb back?"
Song Yu hadn't been so fierce by Xie Sui, and after a slight daze, detailed grievances came to his mind.
The thought that I said to 008 that I liked him just now makes it even more uncomfortable.
Xie Sui and Zhao Ziyu are soul lovers.
He likes a scumbag.
Song Yu was uncomfortable: "Don't worry about it, I will walk with my legs."
When he opened his mouth, it was his own voice that was stunned. Soft and empty, full of grievance and anger, just like acting like a baby.
He had a fever and was mad at himself.
Who do you act like a baby with?
Song Yu used his fingers to pull the outer clothes again, kicking in his arms with anger, scratching his paws several times.
Xie Sui froze for a long time, grieving him with a hoarse voice.
Suddenly, any emotions fell apart.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the sick boy, helpless and distressed finally prevailed.
Xie Sui liked him for so long, and got along day and night again, and of course he knew his emotions well.
Fingers helped him hold his wet black hair behind his ears, and said softly: "You have to go by yourself, then I'm not very useless? The plot shouldn't develop like this."
His gentle action dampened some of Song Yu's anger.
What plot? His head is dizzy, his thinking is very simple, and he is puzzled by his words.
When his ears moved, he was also led away.
Xie Sui's voice was so gentle in the night that it had a deceptive power: "Dark and gloomy classroom, the male lead who awakens the female lead. Remember?"
"You are so scared, I feel so distressed."
"It's raining, two people."
Okay, stop talking.
Song Yu wanted to raise his hand to cover his mouth, but he collapsed.
Xie Sui chuckled: "Director Song." Leaning over, his breath was in his ears: "Did you arrange tonight as the beginning of our love?"
Director Song: "......"
Can't argue with a hundred mouths.
He buried his head in Xie Sui's arms, which was too embarrassing, only showing the back of his head and bright red ears. Completely gave up the struggling sex. In comparison, what is it to be held in your arms?
It has to be this way.
After he settled down, he fell asleep in Xie Sui's arms.
Xie Sui took him home, simply changed his clothes, soaked in anti-fever medicine, and fed him one bite at a time.
He didn't know if Song Yu had a simple fever or a serious illness. He didn't dare to leave for the whole night, watching his sleep quietly, with deep eyes.
Under the lamp, the boy's face no longer flushed, like thin ice and snow, fragile and pale.
Xie Sui had very light sleep for a long time in his previous life, and insomnia has become a habit, so now he sits quietly until midnight without a trace of sleepiness.
It was still raining outside, and his thoughts were drawn very long.
I remembered the despair that flooded me like a tide in the haunted house, and the tombstone in the black rain.
"water......."
Song Yu murmured softly, recalling his thoughts.
The boy's eyelashes trembled, his brows frowned uncomfortably, his mouth opened, his voice hoarse.
Xie Sui got up to pour water, and came back to hold his hand with his fingers. He had never taken care of someone so tenderly and carefully.
After drinking the water, the burning feeling in the throat was relieved.
Song Yu's brows stretched slowly, his body was completely weak, but he was not as uncomfortable in the auditorium, his eyelashes slowly rose, and he looked at Xie Sui's side face half-dreaming and half-awake. The light flowed through the cold white skin, and the eyebrows were as cold as ever.
The room is very comfortable and the bed is soft, but not his.
So he occupied Xie Sui's bed again?
Song Yu's eyelids opened with difficulty, but they closed again.
Tiredness permeated every inch of bone marrow, and he muttered: "You come up and sleep together."
Xie Sui was taken aback for a moment. Does he know what he is talking about? It's just that the night is too gentle, and so is his heart, gently kissing the boy's closed eyebrows.
"it is good."
Xie Sui was a person with a strong sense of private domain in his previous life. He required absolute silence in everything. A little bit of wind and grass can make him sober, including the breathing of others, except Song Yu.
It seems that when they were young, they slept in a bed like this.
Manor, midsummer night, cool breeze, and boy's milk fragrance.
Turning off the lights, the room was silent.
Song Yu's burning seemed to fade away.
The more so, the more Xie Sui wondered—what is his illness?
"Yu Yu." He yelled softly.
Song Yu was already asleep.
Xie Sui smiled silently in the dark, not knowing what he was laughing at, closed his eyes and fell into a dream for the first time.
The memory is stretched, it is the black iron gate with vines climbing the mountain, the dog screaming crazy, and the fragrance of the orchard is floating ten miles. The boy sitting on the iron gate under the blue sky and white clouds has thin and white legs and clear and bright eyes. He was panicked and frightened, even if he turned his head back and begged him to catch him, he could still be depressed with his excellent lip service.
"Why?"
"I heard that I like you very much?"
"This can also be a reason."
"I do not know how?"
"Ha... don't you all say that the authorities are fans?"
The authorities are fans.
He thought, even in his previous life, he should have liked Song Yu since he was a child.
Childhood sweethearts, love begins.
Reuniting after growing up will also be a long-planned pursuit, but I don't know... if I catch up.
The next day was Saturday, Song Yu took anti-fever medicine, and when he woke up at noon, the depressive feeling of last night was gone.
He is in good health, and he was so uncomfortable last night, mostly because of that dream. Like the dream he lost that night, waking up as uncomfortable as drowning.
The pain and anxiety disappeared, but the memory was not erased.
He still remembered the conversation with 008, and the memory that made him extremely painful.
The clearest scene is the syringe that I stepped on.
After he woke up, he recovered his senses, stunned his sleeves and looked at his white arms-so he was killed by alcohol injections in his previous life? This thought floated in his mind, and Song Yu paled instantly. Not afraid, but dumbfounded.
who is it? The warehouse was too dark, and the dream was bizarre again, I only remembered the heart-piercing conversation. He seemed to be because of Xie Suizhao's sin, and his voice sounded like Qin Mo-paranoid crazy, people who he can't get, drag him to together? Not ashamed of his character in the book.
Remember Xie Sui called him at that time.
In the end, would Xie Sui blame himself for this incident?
The best friend in childhood suffered because of himself.
"Wake up and eat something first." Turning the door open, Xie Sui walked in and said lightly.
The eyebrows are clear and handsome, and the sound is cold like a spring.
Song Yu was taken aback, and after looking at him, he immediately lowered his head.
"Oh."
Song Yu now has a headache when he sees him.
Especially after confessing to 008 yesterday that I liked him a little, I didn't know how to face it.
It seemed that a breakthrough had been opened in his heart, and a bunch of thoughts multiplied, making him mess. If he hadn't said something about the artificial mental retardation of 008, he would definitely not be so entangled.
What is a soul mate?
Who is Zhao Ziyu, can he appear quickly.
But this surnamed Zhao is a thorn in his heart, and he can't wait to pull it out and snap it off.
Song Yu grabbed his hair depressed and put on shoes to wash. It was not the first time that he had spent the night here in Xie Sui. Of course, he had everything. While brushing his teeth, Song Yu stared at himself in the mirror, thinking of 008's nonsense, "the same pride, the same excellence, and the same cleverness."
Mouthful bubbles, thoughts spread.
Come on, isn't the handsome boy in the mirror good and smart? Why are they paired? Just because Zhao Ziyu is the chosen person, he is the person of the scourge. Isn't it also the son of heaven?
Song Yu twitched his mouth, exuding an aura of irritability.
I was brushing my teeth numbly, and I didn't have any thoughts when I first woke up, just messed up.
Wait for him to sit down at the table. Then his eyes widened suddenly, and he took a breath, his teeth were itchy with hate, and the chopsticks were inserted into the bowl
It was Qin Mo who trapped him in the auditorium last night!