Lu Qiang really panicked, hung up without saying a word, and no one listened to the call again. As he walked there, his mind kept spinning, and he cursed himself for having a convulsion and being sick, and he seemed to be as knowledgeable as a woman.
The street in the early morning, with strong winds blowing, was very quiet along the way. The residual leaves on the trees rustled, accompanied by dust swirling around the feet, the street lights were turned off, and there was no one.
In the sentry box, Lao Li was already sound asleep, and Lu Qiang walked straight into the community without stopping.
He didn't leave the key to Lu Yin's house before, but now he is locked out, and she won't open it no matter what he asks.
Lu Qiang shouted patiently: "Lu Yin..."
No one should.
He put his palms on the door panel, lowered his head, waited for a moment, and shouted again.
This time there was a response, the neighbor uncle opened the door, and said through the iron fence, "Who are you looking for in the middle of the night?" Narrowing his eyes, he recognized it: "... Yo, isn't this Xiao Lu!"
Lu Qiang's face was not good-looking, he glanced sideways at him, then turned his gaze back, and slammed the door twice.
The uncle asked, "Are you looking for Xiao Lu?"
Lu Qiang stared at the small hole on the door, there was a faint light inside, and asked, "Has she ever gone out?"
The uncle was slightly stunned: "Yo, I didn't notice this, what happened?"
"It's okay."
Lu Qiang turned around, wanting to go around to the garden, when there was a light "da" sound from behind, the door popped open a gap, and slowly, a head poked out from inside, with messy hair, red and swollen eyes, and the color of the cheeks was like cooked shrimp.
Hiding behind the door, looking at him pitifully.
Lu Qiang looked worried, looked at her for a long time, and then raised his hand to wipe his face.
The voice slowed down as much as possible: "It took so long to open the door?"
She licked her lips: "... I thought someone knocked on the door in my dream."
"Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"I am asleep."
Lu Qiang didn't believe it: "Didn't you pick up one? Fall asleep so soon?"
She frowned: "I didn't take it!"
Lu Qiang gritted his teeth, didn't care about her, and stretched out his hand to open the door. Lu Yin took a step back consciously, wobbling, leaning against the wall of the corridor.
He entered the room with his head down, paused in his footsteps, and turned his head to the side. The old man next door looked at them strangely.
Lu Qiang said: "Go back to sleep." Without waiting for him to speak, he closed the door.
Only the floor lamp was turned on in the living room, and the faint yellow light came from below, making Lu Yin look haggard. Lu Qiang looked at her silently, and the corridor was extremely quiet. He didn't move until he heard the sound of closing the door next door, and raised his hand to turn on the light.
Lu Yin narrowed her eyes and lowered her head.
Lu Qiang raised his hand to tickle her chin: "Crying again?"
"No."
There was an unknown mark on her face, Lu Qiang poked it: "Then what is this?"
"... snot."
Lu Qiang laughed angrily: "Never mind." Before he could take his hand away, his heart tightened. He was scalded by the abnormal temperature on her face, and he frowned: "How many degrees is this burning?"
"I don't know..." She touched her face: "It's just a little hot."
On the way here, he thought that she might have a worsening cold, but seeing her in the afternoon was normal, and he didn't expect to have such a severe fever. She didn't understand what she said, and she didn't remember what she had done, but in fact, she was so burned that she was in a daze.
He asked her, "Can I go?"
Lu Yin nodded, leaned against the wall and lay back on the bed.
The desk lamp was on in the bedroom, the floor was littered with debris, a pile of toilet paper balls was thrown on the bedside table, a transparent glass was placed behind it, and two white pills were placed in the bottle cap next to it.
Lu Qiang has no experience in taking care of people, let alone a woman. Facing this scene, he was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the person on the bed. She lay quietly and obediently, her mouth and nose were covered by the quilt, and she only opened her big eyes, blinking at him.
Lu Qiang scolded in a low voice: "What are you looking at, close your eyes."
The person on the bed closed his eyes in shock.
Standing in the middle of the room with his hips on his hips, he recalled how his mother took care of him when he was sick. After a while, Lu Qiang took off his coat and threw it on the stool next to him, and went to the bathroom to wash a warm towel.
Lu Yin has cried, sweated, and wrinkled her nose, with a little fluff stuck to her forehead, her image is funny and pitiful.
Lu Qiang wiped her with a towel twice, and the people underneath couldn't help struggling.
He said, "Don't move."
Thin skin and tender flesh, where to carry his thick hands and thick feet, Lu Yin blocked the towel: "It hurts a bit."
He paused, but couldn't help but relax a little.
After wiping off the unknown marks on his face, he asked, "Have you taken any antipyretics?"
Lu Yin still only showed two eyes, and glanced at the bedside table: "The water was hot just now, I haven't had time to eat yet."
He handed it to her: "It's just right now."
Lu Yin stretched out her hand from under the quilt and touched the wall of the cup: "It's a bit cold."
Lu Qiang snorted coldly: "There are still many things." He took it back, went to the kitchen to mix warm water for her, first tested the temperature with his lips, and then served it to Lu Yin.
After waiting for her to take the medicine, Lu Qiang took out the thermometer from a pile of sundries on the table, shook it against the light, pulled off the quilt, and put it in her mouth.
Lu Qiang sat down by the bed, with his ankle resting on the other leg. He was addicted to cigarettes. He took out one and bit it, but didn't light it. He lowered his eyes to tease her: "I used to be so clean, are you just pretending to me?" ?”
Lu Yin opened her mouth, the thermometer almost fell out, Lu Qiang helped her put it away, "I'm kidding, don't talk."
Thirty-nine degrees five, no wonder I was talking nonsense just now.
Lu Qiang thought of another way, went to the bathroom to bring a basin of slightly cool water, washed the towel just now, and lifted the quilt.
Lu Yin was startled: "...what are you doing?"
"To help you cool down."
She was wearing a split cotton pajamas with a row of buttons on the front, a doll collar, and pleated cuffs, which looked childish.
Lu Qiang started to unbutton her, and Lu Yin grabbed the clothes before she became stupid, "I'm sick, do you want to take advantage of others?"
He patted her hand away, and said with disgust: "No matter how strong I am, I don't want to be a patient and pass out halfway. Should I save you or not?"
Lu Yin was so angry that she couldn't find anything to say to him. She was already weak and couldn't stop his brute force at all. Seeing that he was about to untie his neckline, she wrapped her arms around her chest.
Lu Qiang pinned his unsmoked cigarette to his ear and glanced at her. Her pleading tone: "No... I don't have any clothes inside."
Lu Qiang said, "I've smoked them all, so what else is there to pretend about?"
"… I do not want."
"It's up to you."
Lu Qiang tore off her clothes and threw them aside. Lu Yin's whole face was flushed, her body was white, her arms couldn't block her, her chest was squeezed and deformed, it might as well be completely exposed. Lu Qiang let her stand in the way, and took a towel to help her wipe without distraction.
However, after all, the carnivorous attribute is difficult to move, and it only lasts for a few seconds. The two lumps of meat are like magnets, constantly attracting his eyeballs, feeling a little tight in the lower abdomen, and numbness in the fingers. Lu Qiang rolled his throat, gritted his teeth and turned her over, face down, back to the sky, the back was also white. A dimple in the spine is straight and sexy, and the small waist is severely collapsed, forming a beautiful arc with the round buttocks, one high and one low, one up and one down.
Lu Qiang wiped her back, the process was extremely difficult, and he imagined the beauty hidden under the pajama pants out of thin air.
After wiping it several times, he threw the towel into the basin, and covered the cloth with his hand, no matter what he thought it was an eyesore. But before she moved, she only felt her body twitch twice...
Lu Yin's head was stuffed under the quilt, and she whimpered, "Stinky bastard..."
"..." He cried again.
Lu Qiang took a breath and turned her over. She was still protecting her chest with her hands, her face was covered with water droplets, she closed her eyes and pouted, looking as ugly as she wanted.
He pulled off the quilt, flung Lu Yin angrily, looked at her coldly for a while, and leaned down on her sides.
Lu Yin complained aggrievedly: "...why do you always bully me?"
He said softly, "Where did you bully?"
"Now." She pouted: "...and before."
Lu Qiang moved closer, wiped away her tears not too gently, and did not speak.
She said vaguely: "Didn't you stop playing with me?... Am I not a white-eyed wolf? It's not that I don't know my name... Don't you even know the phone number?"
She spoke intermittently, remembered everything, and didn't think it was dirty. The snot was pumped directly into her stomach, her mouth was grinning, her face was full of grievances, and she was crying like a child.
Lu Qiang found it funny: "Not confused anymore? You're starting to settle accounts with me."
Hearing what he said, Lu Yin was even more sad, as if she was a bit of a broken pot. What kind of lady is virtuous, gentle and considerate, and she has nothing to do with her at all, and there was a "woo woo" sound in her nasal cavity.
The corners of Lu Qiang's lips gradually flattened. He couldn't smile anymore. He lowered his head and sucked her cheek, sighed and said, "Just be sure I will eat this."
Coaxing and frightening, Lu Qiang managed to stop her tears, so Lu Qiang took a clean tissue and pressed it against her nose.
He tightened his fingers: "Blow out."
Lu Yin sang against the tune, but refused to cooperate, and sucked in hard.
Lu Qiang grinned and cursed: "It's fucking disgusting." Without wasting paper, he just rubbed her face and threw it on the table next to her. Her temperature dropped a bit compared to before, so she wiped her body again, but this time she cooperated, pursing her lips and not saying a word.
After wrapping her up into a big silkworm chrysalis, Lu Qiang said, "I'm just angry."
Lu Yin lowered her eyes.
"It's not that you want to mention separation?"
Lu Yin raised her eyelids, choked and said, "It's because your words are too harsh."
He lay down on his side with his arms half propped up: "What did I say?"
"... You said that he and I are dogs and men."
Lu Qiang was taken aback: "Did I say that?"
Lu Yin stared at him, her eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot inside.
Lu Qiang patted 'Silkworm Chrysalis', stopped teasing her, and compromised: "It's my fault, I apologize." After a pause: "We are that couple of dogs, what kind of onion is he, he is only worthy of being a dog, okay no."
"you… "
"Okay, I'll take it when I'm good," Lu Qiang said sternly, "Go to bed when you've had enough trouble, and don't close your eyes to mess with you again!"
He turned around and turned off the lamp, and wrapped the 'chrysalis' in his arms without covering him with the quilt. The room was pitch black, Lu Yin's eyes were wide open, and for an unknown period of time, she was struck by sleepiness, and gradually fell asleep amidst the indignation.