Han Yu

Chapter 67

Low-grade fever is a very painful thing.

Weak limbs and drowsy, Han Fang felt that even turning over was a physical effort, and he just wanted to lie down lazily without moving. Qiao Yu straightened the quilt for him, and said softly: "Sleep a little longer, I will Go make some porridge for you."

Before leaving, he looked at Han Fang's sickly appearance, which was so pale and haggard but also adorable. After all, he couldn't hold back the urge to move in his heart, so he kissed him again.

Han Fang remained indifferent, without any fluctuation in his heart.

One of the most annoying things about having a low fever is that you don't have the energy to beat Qiao Yu up.

Han Fang closed his eyes and went to dream. In fact, he didn't sleep very deeply. He still had some consciousness in a daze, but occasionally the power went out and he couldn't continue to connect. He heard a low voice: "A Fang ..."

A soft fear that it would wake him up all of a sudden.

Han Fang opened his eyelids with difficulty, Qiao Yu put the porridge aside and helped him sit up, and put the pillows so that he could lean on them as comfortably as possible.

The light in the room was a bit dim, Qiao Yu turned on the light, and the dim light poured into the whole room at once. At first Han Fang opened his eyes and squinted with some discomfort, but when he got used to it, he found himself being hugged by Qiao Yu again. In his arms, Qiao Yu whispered in his ear: "I'll feed you porridge."

Han Fang just wanted to jump out when he said that he didn't need it, but found that he was too weak to lift his hand limply to slap Qiao Yu, and he didn't bother to move for a while, so he lifted his chin and allowed Qiao Yu to feed him.

Seeing his frizzy look, Qiao Yu couldn't help but feel his eyes soften when he met his eyes. He brought the porridge to Han Fang spoonful by spoonful and fed it to Han Fang. The temperature of the porridge was just right, maybe it was left to dry for a while. Son, feed it to Han Fang when the temperature is just right, lest he get burned.

The porridge had a delicate fragrance, and the fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth as soon as he took it in. Han Fang didn't pay attention at first, but after eating it, he found a few flower petals floating in the porridge, and he unconsciously chewed the porridge in his mouth.

This taste is so refreshing.

Qiao Yu asked, "Did you sleep well?"

Han Fang said without hesitation, "Not good."

"Did you have a nightmare?" Qiao Yu frowned worriedly, thinking that he should hug him in his arms and coax him well at that time, and then listened to the humanity in his arms, "Well, I dreamed that you were always in my ears Calling souls, nightmares."

"..."

When Qiao Yu handed over the spoon again, Han Fang turned his head away, "I'm full."

The latter frowned slightly seeing that there was still half a bowl of porridge, and coaxed: "You are still so weak, let's drink some more."

"No."

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll do it."

Han Fang read out the name of a dish in a nostalgic tone, "Spicy Crayfish."

Qiao Yu nodded: "Okay, you drink the porridge first."

After saying that, he handed it over, Han Fang raised his hand impatiently, and the porridge smeared Qiao Yu's face.

The taste is a little sour.

Because of the action just now, some of the porridge fell on Han Fang's clothes, and it was a bit sticky at the moment. Han Fang quietly looked at Qiao Yu, waiting for him to get angry, but didn't want him to just raise his eyebrows and take the bowl off his face , after wiping his face clean, he looked down at him for a while, and under Han Fang's somewhat unclear gaze, he whispered, "Your clothes are dirty."

"..." Han Chun said slowly, "Your face is also dirty."

Qiao Yu smiled lightly, looked at his brows which were slightly frowned because of the stickiness on his body, sighed helplessly and picked him up, the latter was startled by his action, sweating unconsciously on his forehead , Han Fang has never been hugged like this since he left. At this moment, there is a subtle sense of disobedience in his heart.

"……what are you doing."

"Take you to take a bath."

What the other party said was so natural, the hand holding Han Fang was steady and strong, the man just leaned on him so helplessly, his brows and eyes were cold, soft and pale, at this moment he sneered and said, "I really don't understand."

"Aren't you angry?"

Qiao Yu gently carried Han Fang into the bathtub, and his tone was low and soft, as if he was sighing, "If it's you, what does it matter?"

As the saying goes, as long as you are happy.

This person's eyes are cherished, with helpless pampering, and the corners of his lips are gently raised. He always looks gentle towards him, without the slightest bit of impatience. When the light falls into his eyes, Han Fang With a slight sense of trance, the sudden movements on his body brought him back to his thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Qiao Yu reaching out to unbutton his clothes.

He stretched out his hand to pinch Qiao Yu's wrist, the latter also expected it, but the moment Han Fang's hand touched him, he still trembled uncontrollably, a distorted and indescribably twisted feeling slowly lingered in his heart Qiao Yu raised his head and looked at Han Fang, maybe because of his low fever, Han Fang's mood has been at a low level, irritable and irritable, his eyes are not as casual and dignified as before, but his eyebrows are slightly irritated, She stared at him coldly.

It's only at that moment that the mind flutters.

Even with that posture, he still looks down at others coldly, stubborn regardless of the occasion.

Qiao Yu gave a low laugh.

Such a person belongs to him.

Qiao Yu couldn't refuse Han Fang one step ahead and said: "You are not feeling well, let me help you."

Regardless of the weak force blocking it, he continued to untie it.

The fair and green young body was slowly revealed in front of his eyes, Qiao Yu couldn't help holding his breath, and touched the person in front of him cherishingly.

Although he knew what Qiao Yu said made sense, Han Fang still couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "I just ate enough and I have strength."

However, Qiao Yu has only one thought at the moment: I'm sorry, I just want to take advantage of you now.

Han Fang's voice was still slightly hoarse, Qiao Yu made excuses without changing his face, "This will tire you."

"..."

It's clearly you, with sinister intentions.

If Qiao Yu's hands and feet are honest, Han Fang still doesn't mind if someone is willing to take a bath for him, but although the other party's hands and feet are honest, his eyes are not so honest. Filled with warm water, the warm water gradually covered his body, he raised his head tired and closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

Qiao Yu's eyes fell on his raised neck, which was still marked with hickey marks, and he suddenly felt an unusual sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Han Fang was sweating all over his body before, and it was uncomfortable to stick to his body. Qiao Yu squeezed the shower gel and just wiped it on him, when the latter's body trembled. Han Fang opened his eyes and said coldly: "No need, I will Come."

As soon as Qiao Yu's hand stopped, Han Fang's body was still repelling him instinctively. He lowered his head with an expression of uncertainty, then suddenly raised his head, and said softly, "Then let me wipe off my hands first."

This request was reasonable, and Qiao Yu seemed to be afraid that Han Fang would react, so he had already acted preemptively.

Han Fang's body trembled, and both of them froze.

It's so hard to touch my waist...

Qiao Yu didn't expect that he would hit him with one blow. According to what he thought, Han Fang's current body would make him very scrupulous about taking a shot, but there seemed to be a tendency to raise his head in front of him.

Qiao Yu thought thoughtfully, so this is a sensitive point.

Immediately, I knew something that I didn't seem to know.

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Han Fang has been very ticklish since he was a child, and when he grows up, it is already a restricted area.

It was discovered by Qiao Yu today.

Han Fang saw Qiao Yu's eyes were not right, his face was probably a little red because of embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "You, get out."

Qiao Yu was shocked.

This is the rhythm of doing it yourself.

This must be killed.

"I'll help you."

As usual, the same sentence as before, the reason is the same as above, "You are not feeling well, let me help you."

Han Fang was impatient: "Where are there so many routines?"

Qiao Yu frowned, and calmly leaned forward slightly, and put his hand on it. He could feel Han Fang's tense body in an instant, and his gloomy and violent eyebrows, the gorgeous eyebrows were dyed with emotion. - Desire was mixed with disgust at the same time, Qiao Yu stared at the trembling eyelashes and unconsciously pursed his lips, closing his eyes and submissively in a humble posture, careful not to make the person in front of him even more annoying if he did something wrong.

It's just that I can't control it, I want to get closer to him, I want to touch him more, I want to hold the real person in front of me tightly in my arms and crush him into bones.

Han Fang gasped vaguely, fine beads of sweat slowly oozing out, his brows were slightly frowned, he was probably happy, he leaned back slightly and relaxed, his slender neck was slightly tilted, he didn't notice that Qiao Yu was watching His eyes were filled with imperceptible possessiveness and satisfaction, as he got closer and closer to him, his eyes looked at that face fascinatedly, disdainful and cold, so that even he was unconsciously fascinated by it Obsessed, the black eyelashes trembled slightly, outlining the end of the eyes, unconsciously raised in a strange way.

The hands are sometimes light and sometimes heavy, knowing how to better bring joy to this person, that person seems unbearable, arched his waist, slightly lowered his head to look at the sparkling water.

Han Fang's vision was a little fuzzy, but he felt that his fever had faded a little, as if it was going to be replaced by bursts of joy. He smiled vaguely, probably mocking himself.

The young man's body looks weak but actually contains strength. The arched back is fragile and pale, exuding a youthful beauty. Qiao Yu couldn't help reaching out to touch the other hand, feeling the tenderness of the body under his palm. His body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed the fragile paleness, and slowly moved up to the back of his neck, where his lips rubbed against each other with ambiguous teasing.

I don't know when it was, or who touched the switch of the shower first, and the warm water poured from it. Qiao Yu didn't mind getting wet.

With that panting, it was also released.

Han Fang's face was slightly red, Qiao Yu lowered his eyes, and kissed his lips.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he didn't avoid it.

After taking care of his body, he was already dry and was carried out of the bathroom by Qiao Yu. Maybe it was because of the tossing just now, Han Fang was satisfied but a little tired.

I have to admit that Qiao Yu made him quite happy.

At least I feel more than myself.

As if knowing something, Qiao Yu hugged him to the bed and kissed him lightly on the face: "The doctor prescribed the medicine, I'll go and get it, you rest after eating."

"Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu paused, turned to look at him, Han Fang didn't look at him, and said in a flat tone, "Have you read the newspaper?"

He narrowed his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"There's a fire in a nursing home."

"...Really?" He said softly, "I'll get you a glass of boiling water."

That smile was as gentle as ever.

Gentle and creepy.

Han Fang stared at him until the sound of him leaving, lying on the bed and taking a deep breath.

His meekness is just dormant.

Low-grade fever was not a serious illness, but Qiao Yu was very nervous about him. Even when he was sleeping, he had to hold Han Fang in his arms, like protecting a fragile treasure.

Generally speaking, the latter don't care about such trivial matters, anyway, it's enough to turn over and over, and even a disagreement can kick people off the bed, even if it's a kiss on the face from time to time, there is no intention of beating .

Han Fang: Too many times to beat him up, let's take it with a dog.

After a few days, his body was not so limp, and the medicine was almost gone. Han Fang finally felt that he was able to live again to endanger the world, so Han Fang refused all the medicines that Qiao Yu handed over. Lose.

He is a person who forgets to take medicine as soon as he recovers from his illness.

After listening to the doctor's advice, Qiao Yu felt that Han Fang's body was a little weak at this time, so he bought a bunch of fruits and ingredients for nourishing his body. When Han came down the stairs, he happened to see an apple with a bright color that fit his eyes. Take it back and prepare to wash and eat, and prepare some vitamins for the body. Just after washing the apple in the toilet, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the toilet, and found that I suddenly wanted to release my soul.

Han Fang bit the apple on his mouth and went to the toilet. After urinating, he shook his head and looked down to see if he was clean. Apple accidentally slipped out of his mouth and fell into the toilet.

There was a loud bang and a splash of water.

Han Fang took a step back, fastened his pants, and stared at the apple in the toilet with an uncertain expression. The other party was quietly soaking in the soul he had just released, and couldn't bear to look at Han Fang directly.

He watched it for three seconds, then immediately turned his head and shouted——

"Qiao Yu."

Downstairs, Qiao Yu, who was studying what to make for Han Fang to nourish his body, gave a hand holding the recipe.

"The apple fell into the toilet, hurry up and get it."

"..."

The author has something to say: Pay attention, pay attention, I'm going to start pretending, I'm going to start to blacken, I don't agree with each other, I'm so looking forward to it, ho ho ho ho

【small theater】

"I'll help you."

As usual, the same sentence as before, the reason is the same as above, "You are not feeling well, let me help you."

Qiao Yu: I'm afraid you're too delicate and weak to move, so let me do it.

【Thank you, my cute little angel~】

【Author's comments】

I tell you with a vicissitudes of life, there are slightly fewer comments...

By the way, sister Ah Cheng hasn't been here for a long time, I miss you a little

Do the little angels I'm familiar with take the exam and come out to make a fuss?huh~