inexhaustible

Chapter 33

When Shang Muxiao's flash delivery arrived, another half an hour had passed, and it was still the claypot rice I ordered from the roast meat restaurant last time.It's a pity that it's a little cold, and I don't have much appetite, so I feel tired after eating a little, so I just put it down and went to bed.

After an afternoon of rest, the fever didn't subside, but it didn't rise either. It's just that the soreness on my body was really annoying, making me toss and turn, and I couldn't sleep well.

I don't know if tomorrow will be better, or if I have to ask for leave, it will be very troublesome.

It's the end of the term and everyone is very busy. It would be too bad if everyone's work is delayed because of me...

Not long after falling asleep intermittently, I vaguely heard the sound of someone opening the door outside.

I struggled to wake up, but my body was soft and wet, and I didn't even have the strength to get up and turn on the light.When I listened carefully, the sound outside disappeared, and I didn't know whether it was a dream or an auditory hallucination.

My eyelids were heavy, I closed my eyes, and gradually fell asleep again.Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed into the bedroom, I shivered, opened my eyes, and found a tall and vague figure standing outside the door.

"Teacher, you went to bed at nine o'clock? It's too early."

The lights in the room suddenly turned on with Shang Muxiao's voice, which made me very uncomfortable, and I frowned and buried my face in the quilt.

"Today, today is too tired..." I said hoarsely.

Shang Muxiao was silent for a moment, then walked to the bed and squeezed his hand in through the gap.

His hands carry the coldness of the outdoors, and usually feel a little cold, but today it is just right, and people can't help but stick it on it to cool down the burning brain.

Through the quilt, it seemed that Shang Muxiao gave a heavy "tsk".I trembled subconsciously, not daring to rub against it again.

"You have a fever, do you know?" The comfortable temperature on the forehead left, and the next moment, the quilt was forcefully lifted.

I squinted my eyes, slowly got used to the light, stroked my forehead and said, "I know, it's just a low-grade fever, it'll be fine after a night of sleep, it's not a big problem."

Shang Muxiao looked at me for a while, then turned and left, and came back after a few minutes with a glass of warm water in his hand.

He helped me up, fed me and drank water, I took two sips and refused to drink any more, turned my face away.

"Your lips are so dry and you're sweating so much, don't you want to drink more?" He stroked my forehead hair, and his fingertips left a tingling mark on the side of my face.

Resisting the urge to tremble, I shook my head: "No need, I'm not thirsty."

Not being thirsty is a lie, but the thought that I might not have the strength to relieve myself alone makes me rather do it.

"Why do you have a fever all of a sudden?" Shang Muxiao rubbed the corners of my eyes and said thoughtfully, "I was fine yesterday."

I froze, lowered my eyes, tightened my fingertips slightly, grabbed the quilt cover, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

I can frankly admit that I have no sexual function in front of everyone, but I can't say to Shang Muxiao unabashedly: "Because you hurt me."

Terrible.After rationality no longer dominates the body, every minute becomes uncontrollable.

"Has the matter with your sister been resolved?" I changed the subject.

"Oh, she changed the light bulb by herself, fell off the ladder and sprained her foot." Shang Muxiao said, "I accompanied her to the hospital for a checkup, and she was fine."

That was really dangerous, luckily he didn't hit his head, and his foot was only sprained, which is a blessing in misfortune.

"It's fine." I lay down again, maybe because of drinking water, my body didn't feel so uncomfortable, and I couldn't sleep for a while, so I wanted to talk to Shang Muxiao.

"She has a boyfriend anyway, but instead of looking for a boyfriend when she was injured, she came to me instead. I asked her why the surname Yang didn't accompany her, and she said she didn't want her to worry." Shang Muxiao snorted coldly, "Then what's the use of him?"

Yang Haiyang should still be working in the store at the moment. His convenience store can't do without people 24 hours a day. There are three clerks working on shifts in total. Shang Yunrou asked her younger brother for help at the first time, maybe because she didn't want to disturb her boyfriend's work.

I don't want to blatantly speak for Yang Haiyang, so I said, "Anyway, you're fine."

"Who said I didn't..." His raised voice paused suddenly, as if he had finally figured out something, and suddenly realized, "Ah, is it because of me?"

The topic changed so quickly that I couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

He didn't need my answer either, he took up the conversation himself: "Did you have a fever because I hurt you yesterday?"

His expression was puzzled with a little shock, as if he couldn't believe that a man could be so fragile.

I was taken aback for a moment, my lips twitched twice, and I staggered my eyes and said, "No..."

Shang Muxiao pinched my chin and forced me to face him.

"Teacher, you won't lie at all."

I felt a bit of embarrassment after the lie was exposed, and said guiltily: "It's okay, just sleep and you'll be fine."

I didn't want him to think I was "troublesome," an untouchable glass doll.After all, I was already in trouble, and if I got into trouble again, few people would be able to bear it.

"Have you ever taken any medicine?"

Shang Muxiao was not satisfied with my answer, he frowned and wanted to lift my quilt.Naturally, I refused to let him lift it, and started a fight with him. In the end, because I was exhausted and out of breath, I lost the battle, and he pressed me on the bed and took off my pants.

It all happened in the dark yesterday, and I could still lie to myself and tell myself he didn't see anything.

Now that the lights are bright, as long as you are not blind, you can see clearly. I don’t want to deceive myself, so I can only bury my face in the pillow, hold the sheet under my palms with both hands, and tremble all over in shame.

"Shang Muxiao!" When I got excited, my head became dizzy, and I felt dizzy even with my eyes closed.

"Okay, okay, don't read it." He kissed my ear from behind, and pulled the quilt for me.

I ignored him and still buried my face in the pillow.

He got up and walked out, and soon, I heard the sound of the door opening and closing outside.

The room became silent again, I raised my head to look at the door, the door was ajar, apparently Shang Muxiao had left.

Why... just leave now?

Bitterness arose in my heart bit by bit, mixed with the pain caused by the fever, the force was so intense that it made people's nasal cavity faintly sour.

I fell back on the bed again and left as soon as I thought about it. He would get sick when he was with me, and he would also get sick when he was not. Before, I could be alone, but now I can also be alone.

I want to return to thinking, but when the loneliness I have been accustomed to for a long time hits like a tide, I still feel hard to breathe.

I have not been sick for so long that I have forgotten it, and the loneliness is the most unbearable when I am sick.

Ironically, my tolerance for loneliness was mostly cultivated on the hospital bed.

Thinking wildly, he almost prepared himself for the heart, when suddenly there was the sound of the door opening again.

I turned around and stared at the half-open bedroom door without blinking.

Shang Muxiao appeared outside the door after a while, holding a small bag in his hand, panting for breath, and the tips of his ears turned red from the cold.

"The clerk said that applying this is useful and can promote wound healing." He walked to the bedside with the bag, sat down, took out a few things, and started unpacking.

The Kuroshio receded, and the whole house became bright and warm again.

In just a few months, I went from someone who enjoyed being alone to someone who dreaded it.

Love is so beautiful and so terrible.It makes me no longer me, it makes me a new me, a strange me.

"I thought you were gone..." I sat up, and because I was too surprised, I said everything I thought in my heart.

While unfolding the instruction manual to read, he distractedly replied, "I'm not the same as Yang."

After reacting for a while, I used my sluggish brain to figure out why the person surnamed Yang appeared in the conversation, and who was the person surnamed Yang.

"Okay, get back on your stomach, and I'll give you the medicine." After reading the instructions, he took out the disposable gloves from the bag and put them on, lifting his chin towards me.

I didn't move, and spread my hand at him: "Give it to me, I will do it myself."

He pointedly glanced at my lower body: "I've seen it just now, what's there to be shy about?"

I lower my eyes and let him out.

He refused at first, but when he saw my serious expression, he stood up amusedly, and handed the ointment and gloves into my hands.

"Teacher, I will be gentle next time." Before leaving, he rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand and said, "Let me do it according to your expression."

I can see the expression, which means that at least there is light, and there is light... either during the day or with the lights on.

It's really embarrassing me...

After applying the medicine with great difficulty, the feeling of fatigue multiplied.Taking off my gloves and throwing them into the trash can, I rushed out the door and said, "Okay, come in."

Shang Muxiao seemed to be getting impatient for a long time. Before he finished speaking, he pushed open the door with his palm, and leaning against the door frame, he said, "I see you haven't eaten a few bites, are you hungry?"

I shook my head, patted the place beside the bed, and said, "Come and sleep with me for a while."

He smiled and went to bed obediently. He didn't take off his clothes or cover him with the quilt. He just lay beside me with his head propped up and patted my chest with one hand through the quilt.

"Would you like to hear me sing?"

I closed my eyes and leaned closer to him.

"want."

"How about Little Star?"

I smiled: "OK."

The soothing version of "Little Star" sounded next to me, accompanying me to sleep. This time, there was no nightmare or pain, and I slept until dawn.

When I woke up again, the fever had subsided, and although my bones were still a little brittle, my energy was much better.

Shang Muxiao maintained the posture before going to sleep, leaning sideways against me, and when I moved, he also woke up.

"What time is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Eight o'clock." I glanced at my phone and said.

He reached out to take my temperature and compared it with his own. "It doesn't seem to be burning, but I don't know if it will repeat. Why don't you ask for leave today and don't go to school."

He rubbed his neck and sat up, raised his head and stretched his waist, looking at how uncomfortable he slept yesterday.

"No, there is a teaching and research meeting today." And it's a teaching and research meeting for the entire department, so it's not good to be absent.

Shang Muxiao shrugged and didn't force himself: "Okay, then remember not to be too tired, and don't catch a cold."

After washing up and having a simple takeaway breakfast, I went out with Shang Muxiao.

When I picked up the car, I found that he didn't drive the blue and white heavy motorcycle this time, but a black Hummer that I had met before, so I asked casually, "Where's your motorcycle?"

Shang Muxiao opened the car door, and answered casually: "To Zhou Yanyi."

As for why I gave it to Zhou Yanyi, whether to borrow it or give it away, or something else, time is limited, so I didn't ask too much, and when I arrived at school, I quickly forgot about it.