At 8:30 p.m. Beijing time, Lu Jiaheng stood at the door of Chuzhi's security door holding an electric blanket in his hand. His black hair was wet and his lips were slightly pursed, like a puppy abandoned by his owner.
Chu Zhi also stood at the door, looking at him hesitantly.
While observing his face, she cautiously said, "Electric blankets also work, right?"
"… "
Lu Jiaheng made a "hmm".
Chu Zhi was a bit at a loss, thought for a while, then ran back to the house, ping pong for a while, dragged out an electric heater, and pushed it in front of him: "My grandparents sometimes use this when they come. Lend it to you too, you put it next to the bed as if it had a heater."
Lu Jiaheng was speechless.
Just now, Chu Zhi even pulled out a stack of more than a dozen warm baby sheets for him, as well as a hand warmer and a hot water bottle.
This is really sweet.
Chu Zhi looked up at him and then looked at him again, feeling extremely uneasy.
Now it's mid-December, and it snowed yesterday. It can be said to be the coldest time so far. There is no heating in this weather, and the room is really scary.
And the man did have a fever.
Chu Zhi was a little unbearable.
Lu Jiaheng didn't say anything. He quietly took the electric blanket and electric heater that she handed over, and dragged them to the door.
There was no heating in the corridor, and as soon as the security door opened, cold air came in. Chu Zhi was only wearing a cotton nightdress, and she couldn't help shrinking her shoulders and shivering.
Lu Jiaheng flushed and nodded slightly: "Then you also go to bed early, cover up with the quilt at night, don't catch a cold too."
Chuzhi: "..."
Chuzhi's conscience hurts so much.
She frowned and stood at the door hesitantly and tangled, feeling that she was suffering.
The man lowered his head slightly and dragged the electric heater out of the door. The corridor was quiet and silent, and the icy marble floor was illuminating.
Lu Jiaheng took two steps forward, without looking back, he heard the slight sound of the security door behind him, followed by a slight resistance.
He turned around.
Chuzhi stepped out the door with one leg, holding the doorknob with one hand and the electric heater wire with the other, tilting her head slightly, not looking at him, revealing her red ears, "You better come in."
Lu Jiaheng didn't speak, looked at her sideways, and blinked his eyes slowly.
After a moment of silence, Chu Zhi turned around, her black eyes sparkling in the dim light of the corridor, and she looked a little embarrassed: "You can't get in."
Lu Jiaheng asked knowingly, "Uncle and aunt—"
He didn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Chuzhi's ears turned red, as if he had really done something bad: "Not at home..."
Lu Jiaheng pursed his lips and dragged the electric blanket back to the room.
He did it himself all afternoon, and now he has a real fever. Although it is not very high, he does feel that his head is a little high.
He closed the door with his hand back, stood at the entrance of the porch, and looked down at her.
The room was eerily quiet, save for, you guessed it, the slight rustling of the big fluffy tail on the carpet.
Chu Zhi lowered her eyes and said softly, "Only today."
Lu Jiaheng looked at the top of his soft hair, and there was a little soft fluff under the light.
"Hmm." He replied softly.
"You will pay the heating bill tomorrow."
Lu Jiaheng smiled: "I'll go back to school with you tomorrow."
It was a normal sentence, but for some unknown reason, Chu Zhi felt an indescribable sense of strangeness, and her face was so hot that it seemed like she was infected and had a fever.
Chu Zhi felt more and more strange.
She cleared her throat and dragged the electric heater back into the room.
Chuzhi's house has three bedrooms and one living room. One room is usually empty. Occasionally, grandparents come over, and the room is unoccupied for a long time. Although it has been cleaned all the time, it still smells a little old and dusty.
Lu Jiaheng sat on the sofa, raised his head slightly, watching Chuzhi holding a quilt and pillow in his arms, tossing in and out one after another.
He rested his elbows on the armrest of the sofa and supported his brow bone with one hand: "What are you doing?"
"Change the quilt cover for you," Chu Zhi tossed from room to room without looking at him, "and the sheets,"
Holding a pink and white quilt in her hand, she moved from one room to another, frowning seriously and educating him, solemnly: "Stand at the door when you have a fever and wear so little, it's such a cold weather. If you don't pay the heating bill, the antipyretics are all expired, what's the matter with you?"
Lu Jiaheng propped his chin up and looked at her busy little figure, and smiled lazily: "Well, I was not careful."
Chu Zhi glared at him, hugged the pillow and walked away.
As soon as she left, Lu Jiaheng's cell phone vibrated, and Cheng Yi's loud voice was still very lethal, thunderous, as if it could penetrate the eardrum: "Lu Jiaheng, I'm your uncle, will you fucking come back?!"
Lu Jiaheng felt an uncomfortable burning sensation in his throat, and his voice was not quite right, but his tone sounded a kind of leisurely pleasure: "No, you can do it yourself."
Before Cheng Yi could react, he had already hung up the phone.
Cheng Yi was stunned when he looked at the phone that was hung up: "I don't even need to wear this jacket, where did it go?"
Cheng Yi had sent Chuzhi back once before, and knew that her family was also in this community. Although she didn't know the exact location, she basically wanted to find out that Lu Jiaheng was looking for her.
He shrank his shoulders and hissed coldly. He went out and slammed on the door of his house, while he went downstairs and scolded Lu Jiaheng, a scum who values sex over friends.
Lu Jiaheng, who was separated from the ceiling and the floor, sneezed twice.
Before the fight was over, Chu Zhi came out of the room and walked back to the light.
Lu Jiaheng opened his mouth slightly, watching her go around the sofa and come to him, leaning on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, leaning close, soft and cool little hands gently covering his hot forehead.
She was a little above him, covering the living room lights and shadows, and it looked like she was circling him on the sofa.
Lu Jiaheng sat back on the sofa, his muscles tensed slightly, and he didn't dare to move.
Chuzhi touched his forehead, tried it carefully for a while, and then touched his own. It seemed that he couldn't tell the difference. He frowned slightly and raised his head a little: "It still seems a little hot."
Lu Jiaheng rolled his throat and raised his eyelashes slightly, looking at her from bottom to top: "Well."
His voice was hoarse, and it sounded very different from usual, as if it was mixed with a little something else.
Chu Zhi lowered her eyes and just bumped into his dark peach blossom eyes.
The corners of his eyes were a little red, pitch black and deep, and the bottom of his eyes were dark and dark, and his eyes seemed to have a figurative temperature, which released his high temperature due to the fever at this time through his eyes.
Only then did Chu Zhi realize that she was getting a little closer, and it looked as if she had pressed him on the sofa.
She quickly withdrew her hand, straightened up, and took a hurried step back.
There is a coffee table behind her. As soon as she stepped back, her knees and legs hit the coffee table, making a muffled sound.
The hard log coffee table was slightly rubbed back a little by the impact, and the impact was not too light. Chu Zhi cried out in pain, and the pain was so painful that her tears were about to come out.
It seemed that she just hit a tendon in the socket of her leg, and her left knee bent, and the pain was tingling with a burst of numbness.
Lu Jiaheng reacted very quickly, straightened up all of a sudden, opened his arms feintly, and looked at her with frown: "Does it hurt?"
Chu Zhi didn't speak, bowed her head and bent her legs, stood there for a while and waited for the pain to ease slowly.
In fact, it was just the first hit that was particularly painful, but it got better after a while. Chu Zhi shook her head and slowly bent her knees: "It's alright, it's not very painful." She said and straightened up. , "I'll go get you a glass of water, you take the medicine and go to sleep."
Lu Jiaheng sighed, and before she could take two steps, he raised his hand and grabbed her arm and pulled him back: "I'll go by myself, you sit for a while," he stood up, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and grabbed her shoulder with the other. Pressed into the sofa, lowered his eyes and looked a little helpless, "How dare you be so reckless?"
Chu Zhi rubbed the sockets of her legs, raised her head and stared at him unconvinced: "It's not because you are so close!"
The moment she finished speaking, she realized that this time it really had nothing to do with him, and she was relying on her.
Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows and carried the pot that fell from the sky without a doubt. He smiled softly and obediently admitted his mistake and apologized: "Well, I'm sorry."
Chu Zhi's face was flushed, and she didn't know what to say. She raised her hand and scratched her earlobe, and said, "Go to bed soon..."
Lu Jiaheng didn't move.
After a while of silence, she couldn't help but raised her head again and urged him softly: "Go quickly."
He stood in front of her, lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark, but he still didn't move.
Chu Zhi was about to speak, but before she could spit out a word of you, Lu Jiaheng suddenly leaned down.
He stretched out his long arms, pressed against the sofa cushions, bent his long legs, knelt on the sofa beside her with his knees, and bowed down, wrapping her between himself and the sofa.
Chu Zhi was taken aback, her legs no longer hurt, and she subconsciously raised her hand against his chest.
His body temperature was very high, and the skin temperature on his chest was ironing her palm through the thin white shirt material, Chu Zhi felt agitated, and hurriedly reached back.
Guess you have already slipped back to the room angrily and played a small temper. The quiet living room was silent, and the two were so close to each other that they could only hear each other's breathing.
Chu Zhi's breathing was stagnant, and her heartbeat even seemed to stop for a beat.
Her little hand was hanging on his chest, neither pushing nor letting go, she said anxiously with trembling eyelashes, "What are you doing!"
Lu Jiaheng lowered his head slightly: "Follow the charges."
Chu Zhi was stunned: "What?"
He pressed down on his upper body again, and the whole person got closer, with a scorching hot breath overwhelmingly pressing down on his body: "Follow the charge of being close to you."
He lowered his eyelashes and looked at her, his chest trembled slightly, and he smiled lowly,
"I apologize, I have to do something."
She was all red.
From the cheeks to the auricles, to the slender neck, and even a little slender collarbone exposed outside the neckline of the pajamas.
Maybe it's because of a place that is too ambiguous and sensitive at this time, maybe it's a close distance.
Her dark eyes were wide open, and her little soft hands grabbed the shirt fabric on his chest, pushing him so hard that it was negligible.
Lu Jiaheng's eyes deepened.
He didn't seem to have been sick since he could remember. He was very unfamiliar with the feeling of having a fever and a cold. At this time, he felt that his thoughts were a little fuzzy, but it seemed to be extremely clear, and his impulse was stronger than usual.
He closed his eyes slightly, his head was lower, his lips were hot and dry, and he didn't care what he put on his mouth, he licked his lips, and let out a low breath with restraint, like It's like preparing for something.
The scorching hot air engulfed his breath, causing the person under him to tremble slightly, shrinking back and hiding.
Lu Jiaheng also put his other hand on the sofa through her ear, rubbed his knee forward a little, and said slowly, "I didn't have time to ask a question before."
His voice was slightly tense, and he looked down at her, with a little bit of care and nervousness hidden in his eyes: "Little Gardenia, do you want to try being my girlfriend?"