"You... if you keep doing this, I won't care about you!" Lin Chu blushed, and his lips were still numb.
Yan Beicheng said hoarsely, "If you don't care about me, no one will care about me."
Lin Chu was startled. She originally wanted to turn around and leave, but Yan Beicheng was like this. For some reason, she knew that he wasn't pretending to be pitiful to gain sympathy, he was telling the truth.
Although he didn't understand, Lin Chu couldn't move forward inexplicably.
In his mind, the image of a young man seemed to overlap with the man lying on the bed in front of him.
She vaguely remembered that the boy seemed to have said the same thing, "No one cares about me anymore."
Lin Chu didn't say anything. He silently picked up the oral thermometer that Yan Beicheng had just thrown aside. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the soaring mercury number on it.
She looked at Yan Beicheng sarcastically, "Young Master Yan, are you not thinking clearly?"
Yan Beicheng gave her a confused look.
Lin Chu simply put the oral thermometer in front of Yan Beicheng's eyes, "49 degrees is enough to boil eggs, so your brain is still not cooked?"
At such a weird height, Lin Chu believed that he was a ghost.
Yan Beicheng: "..."
After putting it in the hot water for a while, Lin Chu rang the doorbell. Although it had been some time since Lin Chu came up, at that time he was afraid that Lin Chu would turn around and leave, so he focused all his attention on Lin Chu and forgot to speak. This is a thermometer.
When Lin Chu entered the door, he couldn't think about it anymore, and ended up forgetting to lower the temperature to a normal value.
"It was an accident, but I really have a fever." Yan Beicheng said in a hoarse voice, carefully grabbing a corner of Lin Chu's T-shirt.
Lin Chu lowered his eyes and glanced: "..."
The heat on his body was indeed not a lie. After Lin Chu shook off the watermark, he stuffed the oral thermometer into Yan Beicheng's mouth, "Let's measure it again."
Then, he sat on the sofa not far from the bed, unable to find anything to say for a while.
She couldn't help but wonder why Yan Beicheng couldn't buy an electronic oral thermometer. He had to use this kind of mercury thermometer, and he had to wait with big eyes.
However, Yan Beicheng held the thermometer in his mouth and looked at her unblinkingly with his dark eyes. No matter Lin Chu was looking elsewhere or pretending to be busy playing with her phone, she couldn't avoid it. She could always feel his gaze burning her forehead.
Lin Chu finished scrolling through Weibo and Moments, but didn't read a single word in it. He simply put his phone aside, stood up and said, "I'm going to cook porridge for you. You can take your temperature honestly and stop making trouble."
After saying that, he rushed out of the bedroom with his head down.
The corners of Yan Beicheng's mouth raised slightly, and his long skeletal fingers pressed against his lips, which seemed to still have Lin Chu's warmth.
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There was really no shortage of ingredients in Yan Beicheng's kitchen. Lin Chu quickly found millet and filled it with water to make millet porridge for him. He took out another cucumber from the refrigerator, cut it into strips, and simply mixed it with vinegar and salt, just to appetize Yan Beicheng.
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