14.
Lin Wen boiled a small pot of porridge, and forgot to eat dinner when he was thinking about the new article in the evening. He didn't feel it before, but when he cooked porridge for Zhuang Nan, he felt hungry. He planned to wait for Mr. Zhuang to finish eating and take care of the rest by himself.
Unexpectedly, the patient Mr. Zhuang's appetite was surprisingly good, and the pot of porridge was completely solved.
He was a little surprised and a little aggrieved, so he didn't dare to speak, and silently watched Mr. Zhuang finish his meal and handed over the medicine and water.
His cooking skills are just pondering for himself to fill his stomach, and he doesn't know what it is, but looking at Mr. Zhuang's appearance... it should be not bad
After messy thoughts ran through his mind, Lin Wen saw that Mr. Zhuang was about to clean up the dining table, and hurriedly stopped him: "You are sick, I will clean up, go and rest."
Zhuang Nan gave him a deep look and nodded. When Lin Wen came back from washing the dishes, he found that Zhuang Nan was lying down on the sofa with the quilt rolled up.
Mr. Zhuang's attitude is always gentle and approachable: "How can a guest occupy the master bedroom, I've troubled you so much, I'll just sleep on the sofa."
The house was never visited, so the guest room was treated as a utility room with only one bed in it.
Lin Wen didn't know where to put his hand. He hated that this pajamas didn't have a hood and bag, and said in a low voice, "You are a patient..."
Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "It didn't burn so hard."
"You passed out..."
Zhuang Nan didn't know whether to feel ashamed for falling down in front of the house twice, or to be glad that he was brought back by Lin Wen, and smiled helplessly: "It's really not that serious."
Lin Wen was stunned for a moment, "then go back to sleep" stuck in his throat, embarrassed to say it.
If he said it, would Mr. Zhuang think he was chasing guests
Lin Wen bit his finger subconsciously, remembered that Mr. Zhuang was in front of him, and was suddenly startled, then retracted his finger and shook his head, with a rare firm attitude: "If you don't want to sleep in the bed, then go back to sleep. The sofa is small, You will be uncomfortable sleeping."
Mr. Squirrel showed the smashing pine nuts.
Although Zhuang Nan was happy to observe Lin Wen's small actions and temper, he didn't want to be driven back, so he obediently returned to the master bedroom.
Soft bed, quilt with a faint aroma.
The room is gentle, as if rippling with the freshness of the forest after the rain.
It's hard for Zhuang Nan to imagine that, with Lin Wen's character, he would tolerate himself entering this room twice and let him sleep on the bed.
Does he have a crush on him too
He had always had a light sleep, and he had a bad sleep. He lay on the bed full of Lin Wen's breath, but unexpectedly he became tired very quickly. It seemed that the effect of the antipyretic medicine had attacked. idea:
Lin Wen is a gentler child than she looks.
15.
Although Mr. Zhuang is busy with work, he is keen on fitness and has strong physical fitness. The disease came and went faster. When he woke up the next day, he was more than half healed.
Lin Wen made breakfast and insisted on taking Zhuang Nan's temperature.
He spoke very few words and spoke in a soft voice, which made it easy to be ignored, but when he became stubborn, his attitude was very firm and flexible, making Zhuang Nan who wanted to pretend to be sick could not refuse.
Seeing that the fever had subsided, Lin Wen clearly showed a faint smile, very shallow, like a spoon of honey. Zhuang Nan didn't have time to savor it, so Lin Wen shyly left the spoon of honey and returned to his usual appearance. Head up, don't look him in the eye.
No matter how he wanted to stay, Zhuang Nan also knew that the "token" that allowed him to keep this place had expired, and he had to leave after breakfast.
Sometimes it's a troubling thing to be too physically fit.
Mr. Zhuang was very unhappy. After breakfast, he thanked Lin Wen, changed his clothes, and returned to A2402 opposite.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Zhuang took off his clothes and took a cold shower.
After taking a shower, he put on two thin clothes, went downstairs and jogged against the cold wind.
So in the evening, the door of A2401 was knocked again.
Lin Wen saw the people outside in the cat's eyes, opened the door blankly, and saw the tall and handsome Mr. Zhuang wrapped in a thick padded jacket, his handsome face flushed, his lips white, miserable, and very sick: "Lin Wen Sir, I..."
I am so naive.
Can I be more shameless
Mr. Zhuang swallowed his words with a smile, coughed and said, "Can I ask you to borrow some medicine?"
Lin Wen didn't expect Mr. Zhuang to go out well in the morning and come back sick again in the evening. He was shocked, for fear that he would be left unattended and pass out again at home, so he quickly let him in the door and rummaged through the collected medicine.
With an embarrassed expression on his face, Mr. Zhuang entered the door halfway through, spurning himself on being mean and childish, but feeling satisfied at the same time—no, the goal has been achieved.