Maybe it's because of the feverish nasal sound, or maybe it's because I've really endured it for too long, this questioning sentence sounds like a choked up weeping voice.
The grievance and panic are constantly magnified when you are sick, and the inexplicable turbulent emotions are also several times more sensitive than usual. Lin Mian's fingertips tightened slightly as he held the corner of the quilt, holding back his depressed mood, he pursed his lips tightly and did not speak again.
As soon as the words came out, Lin Mian looked away and frowned in annoyance, her eyes were still moist and red.
She didn't think about what she said just now, and it came out all of a sudden.
Before that, Lin Mian had been holding back these words for too long, but she never planned to tell Que Qingyan.
There is no distinction between right and wrong in love, why should she expect the same response from him if she likes Que Qingyan
What's more, Que Qingyan is already chasing her, and maybe it's just a matter of time before they get together.
I've been waiting for so long, why can't I wait any longer
Why did you just say it all when you had a fever
The lamp at the bedside was very dim, and the glass water cup was still quietly steaming with warm water. Lin Mian didn't dare to see Que Qingyan's reaction, and rubbed the lower half of her face into the bed, and found a step for herself:
"I didn't mean to blame you..." Her voice was muffled, "I just have a fever and feel uncomfortable, after taking the medicine..."
In the middle of speaking, Lin Mian felt cool fingers coming over, brushed the corners of her eyes, and then tucked the quilt down for her.
Lin Mian looked up and saw that Que Qingyan was bending down, very close to her.
"Que..."
Without the cover of the quilt, the choking in the voice became more obvious. Lin Mian said a word, but held back the words without saying a word.
Que Qingyan brushed away Lin Mian's slightly sweaty forehead hair, looked down at her, and said in a low voice, "You don't need to talk, I will say the rest."
"I'm not going to excuse myself. But there are some things I don't want you to misunderstand or upset, so they need to be explained."
Lin Mian stared blankly at Que Qingyan, and heard him say: "I had some concerns before, if I accept you soon, others may think that my acceptance is a kind of emotional charity."
Lin Mian couldn't help retorting with red eyes: "But I don't care about others..."
"I'm not worried about what others think," Que Qingyan took the words and continued, "I'm worried, and one day you will think the same."
Lin Mian's heart beat suddenly.
Que Qingyan knew in her heart that after talking about her feelings, being together was the most direct shortcut.
But the liking that has been suppressed for many years suddenly responds. After the initial ecstasy calms down, Lin Mian may face a stage of self-doubt. At that time, she may have a lot of insecurities, and even question the durability of this relationship.
And Que Qingyan didn't want the two of them to plant hidden dangers when their relationship was not yet stable.
So he didn't choose that shortcut, but chose to pursue her again.
"You are worth all my troubles to pursue." Que Qingyan paused, and then said, "But it's my fault that I didn't consider your real thoughts."
Lin Mian listened blankly, the uneasiness and grievance in her heart gradually disappeared.
"Now it seems that I didn't think carefully." Que Qingyan made only a handful of wrong choices over the years, but he was able to deny all his choices when facing Lin Mian. He wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes for her, and said in a low voice, "It won't be like this in the future, I'm sorry."
He didn't feel sorry for her...
Que Qingyan thought much more thoughtfully and far-sighted than her.
Lin Mian's eyes were filled with water vapor, and the tears that had just been suppressed came back uncontrollably, and he quickly turned his eyes away and rubbed the corner of the quilt.
"I didn't cry when I was wronged, I didn't..." Lin Mian resisted choking, and explained in a low voice, "I didn't want to cry, I just..."
She didn't want to cry at first, but when she heard Que Qingyan's apology, she suddenly couldn't hold back her tears.
Lin Mian couldn't explain clearly, so she took a deep breath, and apologized with red eyes: "I don't know what you think... I should ask you."
Que Qingyan supported Lin Mian's hot face with his slender fingers, and patiently wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumb, "Don't ask me in the future, I will tell you all about it."
Lin Mian didn't want to cry in front of Que Qingyan, she was getting annoyed to death with such a coy look, just about to bury her face back under the quilt again, when he said again: "I've finished my explanation, the next words are more important, hold on Hold on, listen to me."
"I won't chase you anymore," Que Qing said, "but I said something when I was chasing you, and it will still be valid for you in the future."
He had said before that no matter what she asked him, he would agree.
Fearing that Lin Mian would bury the bed again like a hamster moving its nest, Que Qingyan's voice this time was a little deceptive. So Lin Mian obediently didn't move when he heard the words, and waited for his next words with the quilt on his hands.
Que Qingyan's eyes were dark, and after staring at her for a while, he said, "I made you wait for so long, and I won't make you wait again in the future."
"..."
There were half-dried tears on the side of Lin Mian's face, and when he came to the meaning of this sentence, his consciousness suddenly collapsed and he froze completely.
Did he... agree to be with her
"I originally wanted you to decide whether to agree to my pursuit, but now it seems that I am the most irresistible person." Que Qingyan smiled slightly, "Even if you don't say it tonight, I can't hold back for long."
These words were like stroking the softest part of Lin Mian's heart, and the soreness and swelling were overwhelming with joy.
She didn't know how much Que Qingyan's words meant to comfort her, but at the moment her heartbeat was frighteningly fast, she looked at him without blinking, and her thoughts were in a mess.
The water poured in the glass was still warm, Que Qingyan didn't continue the topic, and asked, "Take the medicine first?"
At this time, who still has the mind to take medicine
Lin Mian, who was still feverish, looked at him dumbfoundedly, shook his head, and the resistance in his eyes almost overflowed.
The next moment, seeing Que Qingyan's eyes paused slightly, she put down the water glass, and leaned down to get closer.
"..."
Lin Mian could clearly see the outline of his eyelashes from a short distance away. She blushed hotly, tried hard to restrain the desire to take the initiative to get closer, stretched out her hand from under the quilt with difficulty, and covered her lips with the back of her hand.
"I have a fever, I'm afraid..." Lin Mian was at war with heaven and man, almost crying, and whispered, "I'm afraid I'll infect you."
Lin Mian cried and said, if it wasn't for the fever, how could she refuse...
Que Qingyan paused slightly, looked down at her, and asked, "Is the forehead okay?"
kiss forehead...
Lin Mian recalled it all over with a blushing face, and said embarrassedly, "I seem to be a little sweaty..."
Que Qingyan asked calmly, "Where's your face?"
The face should be okay... Lin Mian was distracted and recalled again, moved the hand covering his lips away, thinking and wanted to touch his face, but the hand he had just withdrawn was held back.
Before Lin Mian could react, she saw Que Qingyan smile, lowered her eyes and kissed her lips directly.
While breathing, Que Qingyan took Lin Mian's hand covering his lips and put it on his shoulder and neck, deepening the kiss.
A few minutes later, Lin Mian was finally able to take a breath, and silently pursed her lower lip with her red ears, feeling that she might... have a worse fever.
She was still calming down her heartbeat, when Que Qing asked, "Do you want some porridge?"
"There's still..." The two were so close that they breathed each other, Lin Mian suppressed his pounding heartbeat, his eyes flickered, "Is there any more porridge?"
Que Qingyan responded: "I cooked some porridge, it won't be too unpalatable. Do you have an appetite?"
Lin Mian was still afraid of infecting him, so he tilted his head back calmly, and said obediently, "I'll eat whatever you cook—uh—"
Before he finished speaking, he was dragged back to the back of the neck and kissed deeply again.
Que Qingyan was not too polite this time, and at the end, he licked and bit Lin Mian's lower lip. The latter was so dazed by the kiss that he went from a patient with a fever to a boiled shrimp.
After Que Qingyan went downstairs, Lin Mian took the medicine, was in a daze for a while with a red face, and leaned against the head of the bed for a few minutes.
Que Qingyan agreed to her.
She had a fever, and he cooked porridge for her.
Too many things happened in one night, Lin Mian's mood fluctuated, and at this moment he finally regained his composure. She buried her face in the quilt, couldn't hold back the feeling of scratching the wall, hugged the quilt into a shrimp and rolled back and forth a few times without disappointment.
Lin Mian couldn't hold back the corners of her lips that were raised upwards, and said to herself, just one kiss and that's it, it's so worthless!
The worthless person stayed on the second floor for a while, and decided to follow him downstairs.
The hall on the first floor of the villa is brightly lit, and the wooden stairs are covered with thick and soft European-style carpets, which are silent when stepped on. Lin Mian walked down with his coat on, walked around the hall, and followed the slight sound to the kitchen door.
In the kitchen, Que Qingyan was opening the disinfection cupboard and came out with a white porcelain bowl. The half-rolled shirt followed the movement to outline the texture of the forearm, and the overhead light shone on him, making it look like a painting.
The porridge was warmed on the casserole. Although Lin Mian's nose was stuffy, he could still smell a little bit of soft and glutinous food aroma.
Lin Mian was fascinated by seeing people, and suddenly met Que Qingyan's gaze, and looked away instantly, trying to cover up: "I want to see... is the porridge ready..."
Que Qingyan glanced at her, and repeated with a suppressed smile: "Want to see the porridge yet?"
Lin Mian and him looked at each other for a while, feeling that he couldn't hide his careful thoughts, and blushed and confessed: "Actually, I want to see you..."
Que Qingyan put down the porcelain bowl, responded, and asked calmly, "Do you feel hungry after reading it?"
food… appetite…
Why can he say such thought-provoking words calmly...
Fifteen minutes later, Lin Mian finished his porridge and rolled upstairs with a red face.
…
The second floor of the huge villa is full of bedrooms for resting. Que Qingyan's room is facing Lin Mian, so he came to take a look before going to bed.
He bent down and tried Lin Mian's forehead temperature. The latter measured the temperature just now, and the fever has subsided by half, and now it doesn't feel so hot to the touch.
Lin Mian was nestled in the bed, Ren Queqing said to test the temperature, blinked and looked up at him, feeling a little distracted.
It may be the special treatment for patients with a fever, or it may be the reason why they were just together, Que Qingyan felt less cold and restrained tonight, and was more honest and gentle than usual, and his attitude towards her was unreserved.
The fireworks outside the window had already been set off, and the lights in the racecourse in the distance had already been extinguished. Que Qingyan turned on the humidifier in the room and closed the curtains for Lin Mian.
"Call me if you have something to do at night, I'm next door." After a pause, he said, "Remember to lock the bedroom door later."
Lin Mian was at a loss, there were only her and Que Qingyan in the villa, and there was no one else, so what door should be locked...
"It's not against others, it's against me. I can't guarantee that I won't do something to you now," Que Qingyan saw her doubts, and smiled, "If you don't lock the door, you may not be able to get rid of the fever tomorrow morning."
At the end, Que Qingyan added a sentence before closing the door: "Go to bed early."
"..."
Lin Mian could hear the ambiguity in his words, and nodded with difficulty while blushing.
She bit her heart and said, even if he didn't do anything to her... she is already burned out of shape now!
The next day, Cheng Ze, regardless of the exhaustion from a crazy night of champagne banquet, specially got up early in the morning and happily came to visit.
Que Qingyan was dealing with work in the lobby on the first floor. Cheng Ze's gaze shifted from the laptop screen in front of him to his face, and he asked in surprise, "Quinn, why are you wearing a mask?"
Just as Lin Mian was about to go downstairs, he heard Cheng Ze from a distance: "Why do you have a cold too?"
The next line was a bit gossip-inspired: "Where is the little girl? How did you catch a cold? It's..."
How do you catch a cold...
"..."
Lin Mian remembered the two kisses last night, closed his eyes, put his head on the escalator to calm down for half a minute, stopped his steps going downstairs, and went back upstairs to the bedroom.