The rain was getting heavier, and Jingli walked quickly on the mountain path.
Of course he was not afraid of the rain, he wore a straw raincoat and a hat because he did not want to be seen by the villagers. This small mountain village was very secluded, and a stranger would be too conspicuous.
Besides, the scales on his face haven't disappeared yet.
Fortunately, it has been raining for quite a while now and there are basically no pedestrians on the road.
He was in a hurry to come out, so he just casually put on a robe. The robe was very long, almost covering his ankles, and it was impossible to tell from the outside that he was actually wearing nothing underneath the robe.
Although there was no one on the road, Jing Li still felt a little embarrassed and wrapped his raincoat tightly around himself guiltily.
But he soon encountered new troubles.
He didn't know where Qin Zhao went to collect herbs.
Jing Li thought he was not a directionally challenged person, but the last time he went to that place, he was carried away by that stupid cat. He was so scared that he fainted when he came back, and he had no idea which way to go.
The gray sky and the rain made finding the way even more difficult.
The rain was mixed with the mountain breeze. The young man walked barefoot on the mountain road, one step deep and one step shallow. Soon his body was so cold that he was shivering slightly.
Without the protection of fish scales, it turns out that he is still afraid of the cold.
Where is Qin Zhao
It was already completely dark, but fortunately Jing Li's night vision seemed to be much better than before. Even in this dark forest, it did not affect his vision.
At least walking in the mountains is not a problem.
Jing Li didn't know how long he had been walking in the mountains before he finally saw a small thatched hut.
Jing Li's eyes lit up and he ran over quickly.
The hut had been abandoned for a long time. It had no windows or doors and seemed to be used by villagers to store miscellaneous items. It was so small that even a person lying down seemed cramped.
Jing Li walked to the door and saw the familiar figure sitting in the corner of the cabin.
He didn't dare go in immediately, but hid outside the door and looked inside secretly.
Qin Zhao was not actually very wet, he must have found this hut to take shelter when it started to rain. He might have wanted to wait for the rain to stop before going home, but he didn't expect the rain to last so long, he had to wait until night.
This place is windy on all sides, which is fine for ordinary people, but for a sickly person like Qin Zhao, it is not a good place to shelter from the rain.
His eyes were closed, and it was unclear whether he was asleep or resting, and his face was extremely pale.
Suddenly, Qin Zhao's body tilted and he fell down without any warning.
!!!
Jing Li didn't care about anything else and ran in quickly.
Qin Zhao fell to the ground, hugging his body tightly with his arms, shaking unconsciously. It was very cold outside, but Qin Zhao's body was extremely hot, and the temperature almost burned Jing Li.
Jing Li gently pushed his body: "Qin Zhao?"
No response.
Qin Zhao frowned, as if he was in deep pain. Even though his body was burning hot, his face was still pale.
"I...what should I do..."
Jing Li had never encountered such a thing before, and was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He took off his wet raincoat, bent down and held Qin Zhao in his arms.
His body was already very cold, and he had been outside for a long time, so he was as cold as ice. Jing Li put his cold palm on Qin Zhao's face, and when he touched the cold object, Qin Zhao's frown relaxed a little.
…but still didn’t wake up.
Jing Li hugged him tightly: "Qin Zhao, wake up, let's go home and sleep, okay?"
The rain had stopped without him noticing, but the sky was still overcast and without a single ray of light. The hot body in his arms suddenly moved, and Jing Li's wrist was grabbed by someone.
"...Who?" His voice was low and hoarse, as cold as if he were another person.
Jing Li trembled at the burning heat coming from his wrist, and his voice was shaking when he spoke: "I... I just passed by and saw you fainted here, I..."
In the darkness, Jing Li clearly saw Qin Zhao open his eyes, and the look he gave him was cold and unfamiliar.
At that moment, Jing Li could even hear his own rapid heartbeat.
Qin Zhao didn't answer for a long time, and the two of them were in a stalemate. After a moment, the force on Jing Li's wrist loosened.
Jing Li looked at him, but Qin Zhao had already turned his head away and closed his eyes.
The light in this room was very dim, and Qin Zhao was so ill that it was difficult to see his appearance clearly.
Jing Li felt relieved and said, "You can't go on like this. Can you still stand up? Can I take you home?"
There was another moment of silence, and Qin Zhao whispered, "...Thank you."
Jing Li put the raincoat into the backpack, put the backpack on his back, helped Qin Zhao up, let Qin Zhao lean on his shoulders, and supported him as he walked out.
Qin Zhao's consciousness was still very confused. He didn't even notice that the person next to him didn't ask about his residence and directly took him back to the village.
In a daze, he only felt that the body in his arms was petite and soft, and it was cool when he held it, and it felt great to touch.
Qin Zhao leaned over instinctively.
Jing Li had not yet adapted to his new human body, and Qin Zhao was almost a head taller than him, so it was very difficult for him to support him. The two of them walked unsteadily, and it took them twice as long as usual to get back to the village.
Linxi Village was silent at night, and because it was raining today, almost all the villagers went to bed early.
Li Dali came out with an oil lamp to relieve himself, and happened to see two figures supporting each other slowly passing by his door.
He looked at the familiar figure and rubbed his eyes.
Is it Qin Zhao
That shouldn't be the case. Qin Zhao is alone and there is no one in the house.
Li Dali didn't think much about it and turned back to the house.
Jing Li helped Qin Zhao back to the bed.
Jing Li spent too long in human form this time. He felt that he had consumed a lot of physical strength. More fish scales appeared on the surface of his skin than before, and it was almost difficult for him to maintain his human form.
But he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Worried that Qin Zhao would see his appearance, Jing Li did not dare to turn on the light. He fetched a basin of water in the dark, wrung out a towel and used it to wipe his body to cool him down.
But Qin Zhao's body was still very hot. Jing Li helped him wipe it several times, but the heat did not go away.
He must be feeling very uncomfortable, his brows were tightly furrowed, and from time to time he let out a low groan of pain through his clenched teeth.
This doesn't even look like a normal fever.
What kind of disease does Qin Zhao have
Even if Jing Li wanted to ask, he couldn't find a chance. He helped Qin Zhao wipe it for the last time, pulled the quilt to cover him, and went to the outer room.
Qin Zhao has to take medicine once every morning and evening. Today, he came back too late from going out and didn't have time to take the medicine.
Maybe that's why I suddenly became so ill.
Fortunately, Qin Zhao would prepare a prescription of medicine every morning, and he only needed to heat it up in the evening to drink it, saving the trouble of decocting the medicine. But Jing Li had never done this kind of work, and it took him a long time to even light the firewood.
After a long while, he finally returned to the bedroom with the hot medicine.
Qin Zhao's condition became worse than before.
He lay there unsteadily, his body shaking constantly, the quilt had been kicked aside long ago, and his collar was loosened during his struggle.
"Don't move!" Jing Li quickly put the medicine aside and stepped forward to hold the other person's shoulder, "You will catch a cold..."
The open collar revealed the other person's pale skin, and his delicate collarbone was particularly prominent because of his thinness. Looking down, one could also see the thin muscle lines on his chest.
Jing Li looked away awkwardly, his ears feeling a little hot.
He didn't dare to look anymore and reached out to pull the quilt at the foot of the bed.
But before he could touch the quilt, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled it hard.
The world was spinning, and Jing Li fell into a hot embrace.
"!!!"
At that moment, Jing Li felt as if his heart had skipped a beat. His nose was filled with the unique scent of the other person's medicine, and his brain was dizzy and he lost the ability to think.
Jing Li managed to come back to his senses, gently pushed the other person, and said softly: "Qin Zhao, let me go..."
But Qin Zhao seemed to have lost consciousness.
The other person trapped him between his arms, hugging him tightly, as if trying to draw coolness from him.
“I’ve heated up the medicine. Can you drink it first?” The other person hugged him tighter and tighter. Jing Li felt uncomfortable because of the heat from him. He pushed him away with more force. “You… don’t do this, um—”
The hot palm was placed directly on his waist.
Jing Li opened his eyes wide.
The clothes he was wearing belonged to Qin Zhao. They didn't fit him well, and he was in a hurry to put them on, so he didn't tie the laces tightly. After all the trouble he had all night, the laces had become a little loose.
When Qin Zhao pulled her just now, the belt loosened completely, and the clothes slipped off her shoulders a little, revealing her smooth shoulders.
Not to mention how horrible it is below the shoulders.
Only now did Jing Li realize how his clothes looked. His entire neck was red, all the way to his ears.
The hands seemed to be satisfied with the cool touch of his body, especially the large and fragile scales on his waist, lingering there.
The temperature of the palm was so hot that Jing Li trembled straightly. He was so scared that his eyes were red: "Qin... Qin Zhao..."
Silent silence spread throughout the house, as if sinking into thick ink that could not be dissolved. Jing Li could hear his own rapid heartbeat, and his whole body was shaking. He felt like a fish nailed to a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.
Fear, but nowhere to escape.
Suddenly, a low and painful voice came from his ear: "Don't go..."
Jing Li was stunned and looked up at the other person.
Qin Zhao has opened his eyes.
There was a red glow in those eyes, but they no longer had the same spirit as before.
He seemed to be looking at Jing Li, but seemed to see nothing. He just unconsciously repeated the two words.
"Don't go..."
It was the first time Jing Li saw him looking so helpless. He felt as if something was choking his heart and felt a little sour.
"I'm here." He stopped resisting and buried his head in Qin Zhao's arms, not moving. "I'm here."
He curled up on Qin Zhao, as if he was hugging a ball of hot fire.
In the darkness, two rapid heartbeats could be heard one after another.
Qin Zhao finally calmed down.
I don’t know how long it took before the force on Jing Li was completely relaxed.
Jing Li gently pushed the person away, and the moment he fell off the bed, a red light flashed, and a small koi fell to the ground.
The little koi had completely exhausted all its strength, and even its fins were drooping limply.
He shook his tail, slowly returned to the barrel, and sank to the bottom of the water.
He blew out two bubbles exhaustedly.