Shao Mingwei had the key to Min Yu's house. He opened the door and walked quickly into the bedroom. He saw Min Yu lying on the bed with half of his face buried in the quilt. He didn't know whether he fell asleep or not. He took off his cold coat and put it aside, rubbed his hands a few times, then went to boil water, poured a cup of hot water and put it on the bedside table, and waited until he was no longer cold before sitting down by the bed and tucked the quilt in. Enter Min Yu's chin.
Min Yu frowned slightly, her eyes were half closed, her face was pale, only her cheekbones were flushed, and her lips were dry. The whole person is pitifully like a wilted flower, which is not at all different from his usual mental state.
Shao Mingwei was so distressed that he touched his hot face and whispered to wake him up.
Min Yu opened his eyes with drooping eyes, and when he saw it, he stretched out his arms from the quilt for him to hug. Shao Mingwei hurriedly hugged him and gently stroked his back from top to bottom. He looked down at him and asked, "Does it hurt so bad?"
Min Yu buried her face on his shoulder, nodded, and hummed with a cry.
His whole body was hot, Shao Mingwei put his palms on Min Yu's armpits to make him straighten up, rested his forehead on his forehead for a moment, and then kissed his dry eyelids with a soothing voice: "Wait a minute. Take a fever-reducing medicine, and then go to the hospital and let the doctor see it and you will be fine. Come, drink some water first."
Shao Mingwei asked Min Yu to lean against his arms, holding hot water for him to drink. Min Yu was so thirsty that he drank a large glass, and some of it leaked from the corner of his mouth too quickly, and the water stains ran down his neck and wet his collar. Shao Mingwei wiped him clean with paper and put him back on the bed. He took a thermometer and clamped it to Min Yu, covered him with a quilt, and said gently, "Take your temperature first, I'll cook some rice porridge, eat some stuffing, and then take medicine."
It was about that Shao Mingwei came to give him support and he felt at ease. At this time, he buried his chin in the quilt, half-opened his eyes, the end of his eyes were slightly red, and he answered obediently.
He was so pitiful, cute and well-behaved, Shao Mingwei couldn't help but bent over and pressed the edge of the quilt to kiss his lips. Min Yu hid inward, with a condoning smile in her eyes, but said softly in her mouth: "If you have a cold, don't kiss."
Shao Mingwei smiled lowly: "I can't help it."
"39 degrees", Shao Mingwei took out the thermometer clipped under Min Yu's arm and looked at it carefully, he put away the thermometer, brought the white porridge, scooped a spoonful and blew it and fed it to Min Yu's mouth, "How much can I drink? How much, go to the hospital after taking the medicine."
Min Yu didn't want to go to the hospital, so she swallowed the rice porridge in her mouth and said coquettishly, "It's just a small cold, just take medicine."
Shao Mingwei glanced at him, unmoved: "It's not uncomfortable anymore? I'll burn you stupid later."
"It's alright to take medicine..." Min Yu, who was sick, was not as self-willed as him, and wanted to resist.
In principle, Shao Mingwei would not be fooled by Mr. Min's cuteness. He imitated Min Yu's tone and teased him: "If you don't go to the hospital, I will kiss you, and then I will also get sick. Let's not go to the hospital together, you can do it. Bar."
Min Yu couldn't help laughing with a bitter face, and compromised: "Okay, but when I go to the hospital, you have to kiss me, not on the mouth, but on the face." Then she put her face in front of Shao Mingwei.
In fact, he had a fever and felt weak, but he couldn't stop seeing the smile on Shao Mingwei's face, but he still had the energy to tease him.
Shao Mingwei kissed his cheek and praised: "Good boy, kiss you."
After drinking more than half of the bowl of porridge, Min Yu lost her appetite and felt better. Shao Mingwei didn't force him, and solved the rice porridge with three strokes. He brought hot water for Min Yu to take medicine, and after washing the pot and bowl, he found Min Yu thick clothes for going out in the closet.
He rummaged in Min Yu's often-opened cabinet for a long time and found only two thin long johns. They were the ones he took out and told him to wear when it was just cold. Shao Mingwei remembered Min Yu's uncomfortable voice when he called him in the morning. A little mad at him: this man doesn't take care of himself at all. But he didn't say anything, just continued looking for clothes with a blank face, and finally found a few new pairs of warm pants in the deep corners.
Shao Mingwei felt that his anger value was rising steadily. Such new pants proved that Min Yu had never worn it a few times, and he might get sick several times a year. Of course, he wouldn't be so arrogant that he thought that when Min Yu was sick and no one took care of him before, Min Yu was still alive and well, but he was angry at Min Yu's willfulness and indifference. After all, there was a patient in his family all the year round. Therefore, he is very sensitive to illness. He always feels that a single illness will not only make him uncomfortable for several days, but also hurt his body, not to mention that Min Yu is not young.
Shao Mingwei handed the warm pants to Min Yu with a sullen face. Min Yu saw that his face was a little guilty, and while wearing it, he defended himself weakly: "The company and home are very warm, and there is heater in the car, only a short stretch of road is cold. , and it's too bulky and uncomfortable to wear."
Shao Mingwei glanced at him, pursed his lips and said, "Then why are you sick?"
"This..." Min Yu dawdled for a long time and said without confidence, "This is just an accident."
Shao Mingwei didn't listen to his sophistry. After he put on his warm pants and overpants, he let him sit by the bed and put on thick socks for him by himself.
Min Yu sees him ignoring her. She was originally in a low mood because she was uncomfortable. Now she is even more annoyed and aggrieved. He knows that he is always lucky, but anyway, he doesn't know why he is too lazy to wear it every time he lives alone. Now, he didn't care, but he insisted that "Shao Mingwei ignores him, he is not happy, he is wronged, and he wants to be coaxed". If he usually has so many unreasonable emotions, but being sick seems to have taken off his gentle and considerate temperament, his mood is up and down, and there is no basis for happiness. But Shao Mingwei was angry and still put on socks for him meticulously and gently. Min Yu was a little sweet, he pouted and said slowly: "If I wear thick clothes every time, I won't be able to see you for the first time. Cold hands, you won't buy me hot milk and warm babies, and I won't like you."
Shao Mingwei stopped for a moment, then helped him put on his socks, and then brought comfortable sneakers for him to put on. His face was calm, but in fact he was a little surprised that Min Yu, who was sick, was so naive as he was usually two people.
Min Yu then whispered: "Then you won't have a boyfriend like me."
Shao Mingwei tied his shoelaces with his hands and didn't look at him, but said, "There will be."
When Min Yu heard him finally speak, and he said it so nicely, he immediately forgot the inexplicable grievance and became happy. His whole person was empty and soft, his movements were slow, his arms were wrapped around Shao Mingwei's shoulders from behind, and he said a mess of confused words, as if he had been drinking: "Mingwei, why are you so good? Like a brother. ."
Shao Mingwei froze and didn't answer.
"Why don't I call you brother?" Min Yu rested her chin on his shoulder and was satisfied with her metaphor. She was not ashamed to say that because she was so much older than him, she just laughed madly.
Shao Mingwei's face turned red, his face stiffened in response to his words, and he muttered: "Get dressed, let's get dressed and go."
He stretched his tone and unconsciously teased Shao Mingwei: "Brother-brother-"
Shao Mingwei paused and turned to look at Min Yu, who was clinging to him from behind.
Min Yu blinked, and Shao Mingwei suddenly tilted his head and kissed his lips.
Min Yu was attacked by him, so he couldn't dodge but covered his mouth with his hand: "No kissing."
Who knew that Shao Mingwei was swayed by his "brother" and stared at him with deep eyes. Without a word, he grabbed Min Yu's two wrists with one hand and pulled it down from his face, making Min Yu unable to break free.
After being released, Min Yu gasped and said unhappily, "Let's see what to do if you are infected."
At this time, Shao Mingwei was full of tongue and tongue, rather like a wolf dog who had been appeased and domesticated. While listening to his instructions, he put on a thick coat and a big furry hat on his clothes, and helped him put on a mask. Then he wrapped his hands around Min Yu, who was tightly wrapped by himself, and lightly pecked his lips through the mask to stop his babbling, and said gently, "I'm sorry I was wrong, but who Let you flirt with me first? And I'm also very distressed that you don't take good care of yourself and get sick, so are the two of us even?"
Min Yu only showed a pair of eyes and looked at him without blinking, neither saying yes or no, her face was red with sickness and shyness, and she followed Shao Mingwei out of the house with her head down.
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