With a "click", Jiang Chenming dragged his suitcase into the living room.
He was supposed to go to the game for a week, but collided with his opponent while dribbling, knocking his knee. Although the teacher who accompanied him immediately took him to take a film, the doctor said that there was no serious problem, but the teacher was still worried and asked him to go back to City A first.
Jiang Chenming didn't care, because he shouldn't have participated in this game in the first place, and now he just replaced with new players to let them accumulate experience.
The room was very quiet, with a faint sweet milk fragrance, but because the smell was very light, Jiang Chenming estimated that Mo Lingqiu should not have returned at this point.
He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and dragged the suitcase into the room. As soon as he straightened up, he saw a bulging mass wrapped in the quilt on the bed, and there was obviously someone inside.
This smell is obviously Mo Lingqiu.
The fact that the other party was curled up to sleep in his bed made Jiang Chenming's heart skip a beat, and his sense of superiority as an Alpha was miraculously satisfied.
Without even taking care of the suitcase, Jiang Chenming walked to the bed and tried to pull the quilt away to see Mo Lingqiu lying in it. He didn't know that the other party was pulling very tightly. He tried to pull it several times but didn't pull it.
Pulling with some strength, the person in the quilt rolled over impatiently, got out of the quilt, closed his eyes and muttered, "Are you bothered?"
Jiang Chenming was startled, and withdrew his hand in disbelief. After a while, noticing Mo Lingqiu's flushed face, he stretched out his hand again.
His forehead was hot and he seemed to have a fever.
Jiang Chenming hurriedly went to the living room to dig out the medicine box and took out the thermometer inside.
The thermometer in Mo Lingqiu's house is the most common mercury thermometer, which needs to be clipped under the armpit to measure the temperature. Jiang Chenming took Mo Lingqiu out of the quilt, unbuttoned his shirt, and helped him put the thermometer away.
I don't know if it was because of Jiang Chenming's return, that Mo Lingqiu slept much more peacefully, almost at the mercy of the other party.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Chenming took Mo Lingqiu's hand, who was clutching his clothes tightly, and took out the thermometer from his armpit.
Thirty-eight degrees seven, the temperature is not low.
Helping Mo Lingqiu tuck the quilt, Jiang Chenming turned around and went out to boil water to flush out the antipyretic medicine. After tossing for a while, when he returned to the room with the warm medicine, Mo Lingqiu, who had been carried out by him, retracted himself again. Under the quilt, only a small strand of jet-black hair remained outside.
Jiang Chenming was so cute, he walked over and twisted the tuft of hair twice, and said warmly, "Mr. Mo, get up and drink the medicine, and then go to sleep after drinking."
Mo Lingqiu was unmoved, pouted and turned over.
Jiang Chenming almost laughed out loud, which was so different from the usual Mo Lingqiu.
Cute is cute, the medicine still needs to be drunk, Jiang Chenming is no longer soft-hearted, he lifts the quilt with a little force, and hugs Mo Lingqiu, who is shrinking in it. In order to prevent him from running around, he directly wrapped the person in his arms.
The antipyretic medicine was a bit bitter and smelled bad. As soon as it got close to Mo Lingqiu's mouth, he turned his head away. Even though he was a little awake because of the fever, his instinctive resistance to the drug was obvious.
Jiang Chenming fed him several times without success, and even tried a straw and failed.
Staring closely at the remaining medicinal liquid on Mo Lingqiu's lips, Jiang Chenming hesitated, raised his hand to wipe it, and then drank the antipyretic medicine into his mouth.
With his lips pressed against each other, Jiang Chenming dragged Mo Lingqiu's head with one hand and slowly passed the antipyretic medicine.
"Hmm..." The bitter antipyretic medicine slipped through the mouth and throat, and finally entered the stomach. In addition to the bitterness of the medicine, the bitterness left on the tongue was mixed with a faint taste of bitter almonds. Mo Lingqiu frowned in grievance.
Jiang Chenming fed him a bowl of medicine so slowly, and was about to stand up and go out to wash the dishes, but Mo Lingqiu grabbed the corner of his clothes and couldn't move.
Although Mo Lingqiu frowned, he slept peacefully leaning on Jiang Chenming.
Jiang Chenming hesitated again and again, put the empty bowl aside, took off his shoes, and got into the bed with Mo Lingqiu in his arms.
He wasn't very sleepy either, so he just half hugged Mo Lingqiu in a daze. The person in his arms probably had a heat source, and he was no longer obsessed with hiding the whole person under the quilt, but held Jiang Chenming tightly.
But before he knew it, Jiang Chenming also fell asleep.
Because of the fever, Mo Lingqiu woke up from time to time, but when he was awake, he basically didn't remember what happened. When he woke up completely, it was already late at night.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Chenming lying beside him through the moonlight pouring into the house through the window, and his hand was still tightly grasping the front of the other's clothes.
He let go of his hand like a hot hand, Mo Lingqiu moved back and sat up from Jiang Chenming's arms.
Because of this movement, Jiang Chenming woke up, rubbed his eyes, and turned on the bedside lamp: "Mr. Mo, you are awake, are you better?"
"Aren't you... Didn't you go to the game?" Mo Lingqiu lost his composure, why on earth did he sleep with Jiang Chenming's bed in his arms
"My knee is injured, so I came back early." Jiang Chenming got out of bed, walked to the door and turned on the light in the room, then went back to the bedside, picked up the thermometer on the bedside table, shook off the original temperature, and handed it to Mo Ling Qiu, "Mr. Mo, measure again, you have a fever when I come back."
Mo Lingqiu stared at the thermometer, before reaching out to take it, turned his back, put the thermometer under his armpit, and sat still.
Jiang Chenming was also a little embarrassed. He reached out and picked up the empty medicine bowl on the bedside table: "I'll go wash a bowl. Teacher, remember to put it for ten minutes before taking it out."
"... Hmm." Hearing the other party's words, Mo Lingqiu's eyes fell on the empty bowl, and the memory of the drowsiness slowly appeared in his mind. A moment of surprise flashed across his face, then he bit his lower lip and said nothing.
When Jiang Chenming came out of the kitchen after brushing the dishes, Mo Lingqiu was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his legs together, and he looked serious even when taking a temperature.
Jiang Chenming helped him calculate the time, and when the time was up, he reached out for a thermometer: "Show me."
Mo Lingqiu took out the thermometer unexpectedly and handed it to him, without hesitation.
Seeing the thirty-seven degrees one on the thermometer, Jiang Chenming finally felt a little relieved: "It has dropped a lot. Let's eat something and drink some antipyretic later."
Mo Lingqiu nodded lightly. Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Chenming coughed and turned to go to the kitchen, planning to cook something to eat. Not only did Mo Lingqiu not eat, he also didn't eat anything, and he was terribly hungry right now.
Staring at Jiang Chenming's slightly swaying back, Mo Lingqiu suddenly remembered the "knee injury" that the other party said, stood up and walked over quickly: "I'm going to cook porridge."
In the end, both of them were standing in the kitchen, Mo Lingqiu buried his head washing rice, and Jiang Chenming watched from the side.
"Use hot water, do you still use cold water when you have a cold?"
Mo Lingqiu, who had been "lectured", turned his hand to the side with hot water.
Throwing the rice into the rice cooker, Mo Lingqiu added water and covered the lid. After a while, he turned his head and asked Jiang Chenming, "I...Did you feed me the medicine?"
"Ah... um." Jiang Chenming was bold enough when he was feeding the medicine, and he was a little nervous when Mo Lingqiu mentioned it.
Mo Lingqiu now knew exactly what happened, turned his head away, raised his hand and touched his lips lightly before asking, "What's wrong with your knee?"
"I collided with my opponent during the game, and I fell on the open field." Jiang Chenming said it easily, but in fact, the fall was a bit ugly, his hands were on the ground, and his knees hit the ground heavily.
Mo Lingqiu reflexively looked at the position of his knee: "Show me."
Jiang Chenming waved his hand, not wanting to lift his pants too much: "It's okay, I've filmed it, but it's just a bit of a flesh wound."
Mo Lingqiu's beautiful brows twitched and he repeated: "Show me."
Jiang Chenming bent down as if resigned, and rolled up his fat sweatpants.
The two knees were wrapped in gauze, and there was a trace of blood oozing out. From the side view, it could be seen that the man's knees were swollen and tall, which was not what he described lightly.
Mo Lingqiu's face was gloomy. No wonder he was a little limping when he walked. This man's knee was injured like this, and he took care of his feverish self back and forth.
"Come here." Mo Lingqiu said, pulled Jiang Chenming's wrist, and led the big man who was much taller than himself to the living room.
Jiang Chenming was a little surprised, staring at Mo Lingqiu's hand holding his wrist, thinking he was hallucinating. Until the other party pushed him onto the sofa, and then sat cross-legged on the ground in front of him.
Mo Lingqiu opened the medicine box, pulled out iodine and gauze and other medicines for disinfection and dressing, and then carefully removed the gauze wrapped around Jiang Chenming's knees.
Jiang Chenming saw that the man was still sitting on the ground with a low fever, and stepped back: "Mr. Mo, don't sit on the ground."
"Don't move." Mo Lingqiu raised his eyes and glared at him, his eyes were so sharp that Jiang Chenming really didn't move.
After a while, Jiang Chenming carefully handed over the pillow on the sofa, bent down and stuffed it under Mo Lingqiu's butt.
Mo Lingqiu hesitated, raised his butt slightly, sat down on the pillow, and continued to help him deal with the wound.
Most of the wounds on Jiang Chenming's knees were broken skins, but because they were hit, there was a large area of black green around them. I don't know if the place where the bleeding had stopped was pressed, and it started to bleed again, looking a little hideous.
It was also the first time that Mo Lingqiu had done this kind of thing, and he was very careful and serious.
Because of the height, Jiang Chenming looked down at Mo Lingqiu. With slightly pink ears, long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and thin white fingers, he doesn't look like a man in his thirties at all.
"Mr. Mo, when is your birthday?"
"September 1st."
When Jiang Chenming heard it, he felt a little regretful: "It's over."
To this, Mo Lingqiu did not answer.
"Teacher, have you ever been in love?" Jiang Chenming asked boldly.
Mo Lingqiu glanced at him, but still didn't answer.
Jiang Chenming persevered: "I have never been in love."
Mo Lingqiu wrapped Jiang Chenming's left knee and moved it to the right.
Jiang Chenming said again: "Mr. Mo, what type of people do you like? Tall? Handsome? Doing academic research? Or..."
"Stop talking." Mo Lingqiu glared at him again.
Jiang Chenming immediately fell silent.
The author has something to say: humble little Jiang, flirting online~