The hem of Yan Yan's pajamas was pulled up to his chest, and the big palm directly covered his stomach, and the heat continued to flow.
He was taken aback by Ji Juechuan's actions, and raised his eyes in surprise. Just as he was about to speak, he felt the hand on his stomach gently pressing down.
"Does this hurt?"
It turned out to be asking him if it hurts.
He just said, why did he touch his stomach without applying medicine.
Yan Yan felt relieved and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."
Ji Juechuan gave a low "hmm", then moved his hand up a bit, and pressed on the edge of the bruise, "What about here?"
"It doesn't hurt either."
Knowing that Ji Juechuan was helping him look at the wound, Yan Yan stopped struggling and obediently showed his stomach for him to check, and even grabbed the hem of the clothes that had been lifted to his chest with his hands.
Ji Juechuan's eyes darkened.
The touch of the skin under his hands was as delicate as creamy fat, but Yan Yan still looked like he was being picked by others, which made him a little distracted.
Originally, the medicine should be applied directly, but his fingers lingered on Yan Yan's stomach for a while, pressing and pressing on the soft belly in a mysterious way.
Fortunately, Yan Yan believed his words and found nothing wrong, and told him with a blink of an eye: "These places don't hurt."
Ji Juechuan rolled his Adam's apple, nodded, "Okay."
He picked up the ointment on the bedside table, squeezed a little on his fingertips, and applied it to the bruise on Yan Yan's stomach.
After spreading the ointment evenly, he rubbed it gently with the palm of his hand.
Yan Yan only felt that the temperature in Ji Juechuan's palm was very high, which was abnormally high.
The ointment melted quickly under the temperature of his palm, but Ji Juechuan didn't intend to stop, and was still rubbing gently on his stomach.
"Husband, are you okay?"
Yan Yan put down his clothes, but Ji Juechuan's hand hadn't been taken away, it was covered under the pajamas, and his movements seemed a little ambiguous.
But he didn't notice this, he just stretched out his hand to touch Ji Juechuan's other hand, with worry in his eyes.
"Honey, your hands are so hot, do you have a fever?"
Ji Juechuan paused, but did not speak.
Yan Yan touched Ji Juechuan's forehead with the back of his hand again, his eyes widened, "I really have a fever."
The hand on the forehead was slightly cold, Ji Juechuan's eyelids twitched, and the hand on Yan Yan's stomach did not control the strength well, and the kneading and pressing movements were accidentally a little heavier.
He heard Yan Yan let out a small muffled hum, and suddenly felt hotter all over his body.
But Yan Yan refused to let him press it, he pulled Ji Juechuan's hand out of his pajamas, and pushed him away.
"Husband, you are so hot, have you caught a cold these two days?"
"It's okay." Ji Juechuan's voice was a little hoarse, "Take a cold shower and it will be fine."
He doesn't think he's going to have a fever. Not to mention that the weather is so hot recently, it is not so easy to catch cold, and the number of times he has been sick since childhood is also one of the few, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible to have a fever.
It should just be too hot.
Just when he was about to get up from the bed, Yan Yan stopped him, his beautiful eyes widening.
"How can you take a cold shower when you have a fever?"
Ji Juechuan was silent for a while, then said, "I don't have a fever."
Yan Yan looked at him like he was looking at a disobedient child, pulled him to lie down on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.
"Then you can't take a cold shower, you also took a cold shower a few days ago?"
Ji Juechuan didn't speak.
After he finished the video with Yan Yan yesterday, he also washed himself in cold water at the company.
After covering Ji Juechuan with the quilt, Yan Yan also got into the quilt.
He saw that although Ji Juechuan was hot all over, he didn't look like he was sick, and he felt that he was thinking too much.
But he refused to let Ji Juechuan take a cold shower no matter what, and held Ji Juechuan's hand when he was about to fall asleep, fearing that he would wake up midway.
Ji Juechuan stared at the ceiling, his body felt hot, he couldn't tell whether it was because of the fever or because he had just applied medicine to Yan Yan.
Maybe both.
After lying down for a while, he felt that his eyelids were heavy, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he fell into a deep sleep.
The next day Yan Yan woke up from the heat.
He found himself lying in Ji Juechuan's arms, and Ji Juechuan's body temperature was like a stove, and he was placed on it to roast.
Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, and reached out to touch Ji Juechuan's frowning brows, feeling a higher temperature than last night.
He immediately sat up from the bed, at a loss for what to do to get the phone, thinking whether to call the hospital or Lu Ji first, and desperately remembering how to deal with the fever in his mind.
Just as he was about to make a call, Ji Juechuan opened his eyes, his voice a little hoarse: "No need to call, there are antipyretics in the cabinet over there."
Yan Yan was in a state of confusion right now. Hearing what he said, he immediately went to the cabinet to look for medicine.
After finding the medicine, he remembered that he should cool down Ji Juechuan first, so he hurriedly went to the bathroom to get a towel, wet it, folded it into a cube, and placed it on Ji Juechuan's forehead.
His voice was a little trembling: "Honey, wait for me, I'm going to make medicine now."
Ji Juechuan was amused by his words, and the corners of his lips curled up, "It's not like I'm going to die."
Seeing that he still had the strength to laugh at him, Yan Yan immediately became less nervous, with a little annoyance in his moist eyes, and went out with the medicine.
Ji Juechuan watched his back leave, raised his hand to help the towel on his forehead, and let out a deep breath.
Unexpectedly, I actually had a fever.
I haven't been sick in the past few years, and when I get sick, it will be menacing.
It must be because I took too many cold showers these days, and I was in the office overnight without a quilt, so I accidentally caught a cold.
He still had the strength to laugh at Yan's tense look just now, but now he feels dizzy and can't even open his eyes.
When Yan Yan came in with the medicine, he saw that Ji Juechuan had his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep again.
He put the medicine on the bedside, pushed Ji Juechuan lightly, and called him a few more times.
Ji Juechuan slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that his eyelids were burning hot, and his throat was dry as if on fire.
He saw that Yan Yan was holding a medicine spoon in his right hand, blowing hot air, and clenched his left hand slightly, as if he was holding something.
"what is that?"
He looked at Yan Yan's left hand, his voice was hoarse than before.
Yan Yan blinked, and spread out his palms towards him, on which lay several candies in different packages.
"After you finish taking the medicine, take a candy immediately, so that it won't be bitter."
After finishing speaking, he wrinkled his nose again, "I just tried some of your medicine, and it was too bitter."
Seeing his appearance, Ji Juechuan twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh again.
"The taste of these candies is different, this is apple flavor, this is strawberry flavor, this is grape..."
Yan Yan introduced all the candies in his hand to him, and then put them all on the bedside table.
"What's in your mouth?" Ji Juechuan asked suddenly.
Yan Yan paused for a moment, then pushed the candy in his cheek with his tongue, and spoke a little vaguely: "It's candy."
"What does it smell like?"
"Peachy."
Yan Yan opened his mouth to show him the candy in his mouth.
On the pink soft tongue, there is a round fruit hard candy.
Ji Juechuan took a look and felt that his body was burning even more.
He withdrew his gaze, moved his Adam's apple up and down, and didn't speak again.
"What flavor do you want?" Yan Yan counted the candies on the table with his fingers, then turned to ask him.
After asking, he heard Ji Juechuan seem to say something, but the voice was too low for him to hear clearly.
Yan Yan sat on the edge of the bed and bent down, leaning in front of Ji Juechuan, the tip of his nose touched Ji Juechuan's, "What did you say?"
He saw that Ji Juechuan's slightly drooping eyelashes trembled, and he didn't speak any more.
There was some doubt in Yan Yan's eyes, and just as he was about to straighten up, he felt a hot touch on his lips.
Not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, Ji Juechuan raised his head slightly, and his thin lips were just on his lips.
While he was in a daze, the warm tongue brushed his lower lip, and quickly retracted it.
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