Wei Qing raised his hand and touched the boy's forehead. When he touched the scorching heat, his heart tightened: "You have a fever."
The stomach is cold at the beginning of the banquet, and it is most unbearable to eat spicy and burning things like liquor barbecue. It is okay to eat a little, but without restraint, it is easy to get angry, and a short-term acute body temperature rise occurs.
Wei Qing picked up the white wine on the table, and when he saw the "54 degrees" altitude mark written on the back of the bottle, his pupils shrank, and his heart swelled with anger.
The idiot! Doesn't he know how fragile his stomach is
It's not good to be born delicate, but to drink liquor like a rough man? Isn't this hurting yourself
Wei Qing was so angry and impatient that he wanted to take off the pants of the person in front of him and give him a good beating, but now that the boy was lying in his arms lazily, how could he be so cruel as to beat him.
"Wei Qing..." Yan Chuyang's burning face rubbed against the man's chest, and said in a low voice, "I'm cold."
Wei Qing trembled all over, hugged him tightly in his arms, patted him on the back lightly and said, "Hey, I'm here, bear with it for a while, and it won't be cold in a while."
After speaking, the man stood up, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and walked towards the faucet.
Yan Chuyang had a sudden high temperature. If it was not a virus infection, it was just caused by stomach burning, and it was not serious. Taking medicine to treat poor resistance, the best way to deal with it is to reduce the temperature physically.
Wei Qing took a towel from the sink, turned on the faucet, soaked the towel thoroughly with cold water, wrung out the water of the towel, walked to Yan Chuyang's side, slightly lifted the boy's quilt and said softly
"Yan Chuyang, be good, you have a fever now, I'll give you a good wipe, and you'll feel better in a while."
After finishing speaking, Wei Qing unbuttoned the boy's collar shirt, slightly opened his collar, exposing his shoulders that were burning and a little red, frowned, covered the boy's collarbone with a towel, and wiped it gently. .
Sensing the coldness, Yan Chuyang groaned, moved his body impatiently, frowned delicately, and his fair little face was full of amorous feelings.
Wei Qing's throat rolled, and his lower abdomen was tense like a string.
"Don't move." Wei Qing pressed his shoulder.
"Oh...don't wipe it!" The boy closed his eyes and pushed his hand away a little uncomfortable, "I'm cold."
"Of course I know you're cold!" Wei Qing held his hand in displeasure, and with the other hand, he kept wiping the boy's neck, armpits, and chest where he was most likely to heat up.
Yan Chuyang opened his eyes uncomfortably, probably because of the severe fever, the ends of his eyes were a little red, his eyes seemed to be filled with water, staring moistly at the person in front of him.
Wei Qing's hands trembled under his stare, and he said hoarsely: "What are you looking at? An idiot who only hurts himself."
"Why are you still here?" Yan Chuyang suddenly whispered.
Wei Qing was startled: "What?"
The boy blinked and said seriously: "Don't you have Shen Shimin? Don't you want me?"
"Who doesn't want you anymore!" Wei Qing raised his voice, "We are married, I spent so much money to marry the person, I haven't hugged him seriously for a few years, why don't you!"
"But you and Shen Shimin have a child." The boy's complexion darkened, his moist eyes turned cold, and after a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth again, staring at him viciously like a little wolf and said , "You have slept together, you have the crystallization of love! Wei Qing, I don't want you anymore!"
After finishing speaking, the boy turned over and buried his face in the quilt sullenly, his shoulders trembled slightly due to the fever.
Wei Qing's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and anxiously pinched the boy's shoulders and turned him over, forcing him to look directly at him: "What nonsense are you talking about? How can Shen Shimin and I have any children?"
Yan Chuyang's eye circles were red and she whispered: "Why are you still lying? I have seen it all. That little girl is very cute. She is wearing a pink dress. She calls you Dad. Your family is wearing parent-child clothes, and I am the only one who is out of place. , standing in front of you like a fool."
Wei Qing's heart trembled when he heard that, he frowned and pulled the boy's wrist, kissed his tender palm and said. "Idiot, no wonder I was so unhappy when I saw you."
The boy snorted coldly and pulled his hand back: "Why are you unhappy? I am very happy. I wished you all a good time. Didn't you hear?"
"Don't you care?" Wei Qing interrupted him, "I love you the most. Shen Shimin is just an ordinary friend to me. How can you be out of place in front of her? She is the one out of place."
"Lie!" Yan Chuyang withdrew his hand, turned his face away, gritted his teeth and said, "If you didn't like her, would you have a baby with her? Wei Qing, you slept with her, you're not clean! I don't want you anymore! "
"Do you dare not want me?" Wei Qing's voice became gloomy, and he pinched the boy's chin tightly and said, "I tell you, the word "don't want me" is taboo here! Today you have a fever and are unconscious. I don't care so much with you, if I dare to say it in the future, I... I'll fuck you!"
Yan Chuyang's face suddenly tightened. Saying such words in this situation is undoubtedly an insult, especially if it is said from the mouth of someone he likes, or in a threatening tone, which is even more unacceptable .
The boy gritted his molars, and said with a cold face: "Okay, you are so capable, you can do it if you want, you think I'm afraid of you!"
Hearing the trembling of his voice, Wei Qing's eyes flashed, he touched the boy's cool lips with a little heartache, and said in a low voice regretfully: "Don't be afraid, I'm just joking, if you don't want to, I will How is it possible?"
Yan Chuyang sneered: "What? Listen to your tone, if I want to, you still want to go?"
Wei Qing pursed his lips, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the boy's upturned waist and hips, and after just one glance, his eyes couldn't move away, as if glued to it, fixedly staring at that part.
Yan Chuyang's eyebrows twitched twice, and he hurriedly pulled the quilt over to cover his waist, his ears were burning red and growled, "Where are you looking!"
Wei Qing's jumping heart sank, gloomy eyes flickered, and he snorted coldly and said: "You are married to me, your whole body is up and down, I can look wherever I want."
Yan Chuyang gritted his teeth angrily: "How many times have I told you, can you stop talking about the word "marry" all the time!"
"Don't let me hang up, I'll hang up! Yan Chuyang married me, Yan Chuyang married me! Yan Chuyang..."
"Bang" the door suddenly opened.
Yan Chuyang was so frightened that his whole body froze, and he quickly looked outside the door.
"Eh..." Yan Chuyang's roommate, Shen Haonan, stood outside the door holding a basketball in a daze.
The air froze for a few seconds, but it was Wei Qing who reacted first, stood up from the bed, walked in front of Shen Haonan as if nothing had happened, stretched out his hand to him, and said in a flat voice: "Hello, you are our roommate from Chuyang. Bar?"
The corner of Shen Haonan's mouth twitched, a little uncertainly: "Your family?"
"Wei Qing!" Yan Chuyang roared nervously, "Don't talk nonsense."
Wei Qing could hear the panic in the boy's words. He knew that for Yan Chuyang, it was a shameful thing for Yan Chuyang to be known to be married to a man. He was still in school, and he was still so young. His pride and youth should not be pointed at because of him.
Pointing and pointing like this, he has experienced too much, and he knows the shame and embarrassment too much.
Because he knew how uncomfortable it was, he would never allow Yan Chuyang to experience it again.
"Don't get me wrong." Wei Qing smiled casually, "Chuyang is my cousin."
Shen Haonan suddenly realized, but after a moment of silence, he scratched the back of his head and said hesitantly, "But before I opened the door, I heard something...whether to marry or not." There is something wrong with his ears
"Oh." Wei Qing pursed his lips and lied solemnly, "I'm asking Yan Chuyang when he and his girlfriend are going to get married."
"Ah?" Shen Haonan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pointed at Yan Chuyang and smiled, "Brother, what is your dream of marrying a wife in broad daylight? You don't even have a girlfriend, and you still want to marry someone else, can you stop?" Is it that funny?"
Yan Chuyang was so anxious that his face turned pale, he clenched his fist and thumped the quilt fiercely, growling: "Shen Haonan, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't talk!"
Wei Qing's heart jumped suddenly, and he turned his head to look at Shen Haonan with dark eyes: "You said... Yan Chuyang doesn't have a girlfriend?"
Shen Haonan bent down and put the basketball into the locker, wiped his hands with a towel and joked, "What kind of girlfriend can he have? See if he is painting or going to class, or looking for a part-time job outside, and find a girl when he has time." Strange."
Wei Qing jumped up enthusiastically, walked slowly to the head of the bed, looked at the boy with unkind eyes and said softly, "Why are you so obedient?"
Even at the age of nineteen, he didn't fall in love.
In this way, Yan Chuyang doesn't have a girlfriend at all, and he lied to him when he said he had a girlfriend.
He has zero emotional experience, and he is the cleanest, most beautiful, and best boy in the world.
Wei Qing's heart was on fire, how could he, by chance, marry him