MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 39 guess

Xia Zhinian gritted her teeth, "I'll choose one."

"Oh? Choose one?"

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows slowly, spoke slowly, and his eyes fell directly on him, as if he wanted to spy into the depths of his heart, with a smile that was not a smile.

"Student Xia chose to sleep with me?"

For a moment, he nodded slightly, without asking the reason for the choice that was destined not to get a real answer, and slowly curled his lips.

"Okay, I wish I could."

Yan Ci ordered two takeaways, and went to take a shower after eating. Xia Zhinian heard the faint sound of water not far away, took deep breaths frantically, covered his head with a sad expression on his face, wanting to cry without tears, and bit his index knuckles anxiously.

Black sesame glutinous rice **** are not easy to mess with.

When he made a deal with Yan Ci, it was as if he was seeking skin from a tiger, and if he was not careful, he would have to involve himself in it.

But choosing the second identity will directly reveal the truth. Although choosing the first Yanci will be confusing, but I don't know the specific reason, and I can keep fooling around for a while.

"Wow."

The door was opened, and a little damp and hot air seemed to drift out.

Yan Ci was wearing light silk pajamas, and was wiping his hair with a towel while walking. The thin scars at the end of his eyes were stained with dampness and heat, slightly flushed, matching his dark eyes.

The usual jade-like gentleness faded a bit, revealing the original sharpness, and a little provocative.

She pursed her lips slightly and looked at the boy at the table, her black eyes were deep and deep, and the impact of the picture was extremely strong.

Xia Zhinian was in a daze for a moment, when he heard Yan Ci calling him.

"Student Xia."

"Do you want to wash?"

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian woke up instantly, and tightened her clothes, "I, I won't, I won't wash it."

In just one night, Ren Ren passed away.

Taking a bath here always feels very dangerous.

Xia Zhinian hugged herself pitifully.

Yan Ci glanced at him up and down, pursed his lips slightly, and disagreed, "Student Xia, I have a cleanliness addiction."

Xia Zhinian: "..." QAQ

"I didn't wash when I slept in your dormitory before."

Yan Ci imitated his ending, "Didn't sleep together at that time."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The young man was nervous, looking at him with round eyes, and the hair on the top of his head pouted straight up, revealing that he was determined to die.

Yan Ci laughed and patted his head, very understanding.

"But I can bear it this time, not next time."

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

Want to have a next time?

Find it in your dream next time!

Yan Ci dried his hair, lifted the quilt and sat on the bed, smiled and waved at him, looking like a seductive little fairy.

"come here now."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian was shocked by his brain power, covered his head in pain, walked slowly to the bedside, looked at Yan Ci who was sitting peacefully under the quilt, always felt that this transaction was a bit out of character, and his ears turned red.

Slowly kicked off the shoes, climbed onto the bed, did not make eye contact with the person next to him, lifted a bit of the quilt and got in, put his hands on his stomach and lay stiffly flat.

"Patter."

The lights are off.

Yan Ci left a warm yellow night light on the other end.

Xia Zhinian's heart was beating wildly, her eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling, her body was stiff and motionless.

The mattress on the other side suddenly sank a little, and before he could react, a handsome face suddenly appeared directly above his eyes, looking over with a gentle smile.

"Student Xia."

"?!!"

Xia Zhinian collapsed too tightly, opened his eyes wide, conditioned reflex and subconsciously hid beside the bed, just lifted his shoulders a little, when he was caught off guard by a forceful hand and lay back down, his body trembled.

Yan Ci clicked his tongue, and the dim light of the dim nightlight made his face flickering, and his lips were bent, making people watching him feel cold.

"What are you running for?"

Xia Zhinian pouted, "Why are you scaring me? Don't hold me down."

The young man groaned, his amber eyes flickered, looking pitiful.

Yan Ci laughed, let go of his hand, and looked down at the young man below, his voice was gentle and gentle, and he spoke the truth slowly.

"Student Xia, I asked you to sleep with me to relieve the symptoms. You lie so far away and I can't touch you. This is not a waste of sleep."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian stared at the person above his head with almond eyes, the lights were dim, and he felt a sense of oppression being completely covered, he gritted his teeth angrily, "Then what do you want, why are you asking so much?"

Yan Ci was not annoyed at all, and smiled softly, "Student Xia chose the one himself."

"Why don't you regret it now? There's still time, I'm easy to talk to."

Xia Zhinian glared fiercely at people, "...I chose everything, you have to speak up."

Yan Ci smiled, lay back and turned sideways.

The soft mattress clearly conveyed the movement from the other side, Xia Zhinian was bounced slightly by the mattress a few times, his mouth was flat and he didn't dare to move, the roots of his ears were hot.

Yan Ci lay on his side facing the young man, looked at his bright red earlobes, and smiled. In the dark, the greed in his heart was raging and unbridled, and it was difficult to contain it, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"Student Xia, give me a hug."

Xia Zhinian: "...?!"

Xia Zhinian froze, the redness on her ears spread rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, climbing all the way to the tip of her ears, bright red was about to drip.

"...hug, give me a hug?"

He stuttered on the spot, his almond eyes were round, and his head was working hard, "But, but, wearing clothes, even if hugged, there is not much skin that can touch it."

The little rice cake dumpling responded quite quickly.

Yan Ci chuckled, "It's okay, I don't wear much."

The boy exploded on the spot, "I wear too much! I don't take it off!"

The rice cake dumpling's hair was about to explode, it was fierce and soft, and it was so cute, Yan Ci let out a muffled laugh, his deep and melodious voice echoing in the quiet night.

Xia Zhinian could almost hear the muffled vibration in his chest, his heartbeat mixed with laughter.

Xia Zhinian's ears were so hot that they were almost ripe, they were flushed red, his eyes were fierce, his teeth bared and his mouth cracked, as if he wanted to bite someone.

Smile laugh!

What are you laughing laughing!

Yan Ci frowned, and slowly calmed down for a while under the fierce sight of the young man who was about to bite someone to death. His eyes were dark, and his tone was light, bit by bit, he put back the domineering thoughts that were almost surging out of his heart.

After a while, he stretched out his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and said in a calm voice, "If you don't want to hug me, then you can always hug me."

"I'll roll up my sleeves, you don't need to."

Yan Ci stretched out his arm a little, placed it in front of him, and said with a smile, "Come on."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The arms in front of him are long and slender, the skin is cold and white, and the flesh is smooth, and the smooth muscles are thinly covered on it, which contains unimaginable terrifying strength.

It is true that there is no way to refuse anymore, after all, Yan Ci can set the price he promised himself at will.

Xia Zhinian's ears were red hot, and his entire face was burning hot. Like a rusty old machine, he slowly turned sideways.

Raising his eyes, he suddenly met the smiling handsome face nearby, and he quickly moved away as if being scalded, his face was very hot, and he stretched out his hand stiffly with a sullen expression.

The fingertips slowly hung on the upper side of his forearm, moving down a little bit, the soft fingertips hesitated for a while, and finally pressed his arm.

The tentacles were warm, and the unfamiliar temperature surged up, as if they wanted to touch the point along the fingertips to raise the temperature of his body.

Xia Zhinian's heart beat violently twice, his almond eyes widened, he withdrew his hand, his amber eyes looked at Yan Ci's expression.

Yan Ci was gentle and unchanged, waiting patiently, "It's okay, you can touch it as you like, and I won't resist."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

It is he who should resist.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, took a deep breath, tried to tell herself to calm down, and tried again.

...Yan Ci's body temperature is so high.

Yan Ci originally wanted to let him play, but when he bumped into it and left, he rubbed back and forth repeatedly, with a slight itchiness, scratching the tip of his heart like a cat's claw.

Sighing lightly, his arms tensed a little, and he raised his hand to pull the boy forward.

"Well."

Xia Zhinian's whole body shifted, startled, "What are you doing?"

Yan Ci stuffed his arms into his arms, and said in a low voice, "Hey, hug me well, don't rub."

Where did he go? !

Xia Zhinian's eyes were round, and he held the hot arm in his arms without moving. Yan Ci blocked the night light behind him, casting a shadow.

The distance was too close, and he could almost hear the other party's even breathing.

The young man was very stiff, his almond eyes were wide open, staring straight at him in the dark, his eyes seemed to have substance.

The corners of Yan Ci's lips curled up, and he touched his head with the other hand, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

"Don't loosen your arms."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

The opposite person closed his eyes, his crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped, his breath was shallow, slow and even, and soon stopped moving.

...Like, asleep?

Xia Zhinian: "??"

Xia Zhinian: "???"

Fell asleep?

Fall asleep now?

sleep quality so good?

Xia Zhinian was stunned. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see the boy nearby who didn't open his eyes again. The surrounding was silent, and after calming down for a while, he tried his best to ignore the strong arm in his arms, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Xia Zhinian was a little thirsty, and opened his eyes in a daze. There was only a faint light around him, and he picked up his phone to check the time.

It was not yet four o'clock.

He was a little dazed, didn't wake up, blinked his eyes dizzily, saw an unread message on his phone, and clicked on it.

unknown sender—

【you were tricked.

The basement activity room is Yan Ci, which I closed. I wanted to frame you, but Yan Ci found out before I succeeded.

He locked himself in and let me trick you into it. 】

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

Yan Ci shut himself up?

Xia Zhinian was taken aback for a moment, then regained consciousness, and read the text message again.

There's another one right below.

[Yan Ci is not what he usually shows. If you want to know his true face, I can tell you 30,000 yuan. 】

Xia Zhinian: "...??"

Xia Zhinian stared at these two messages for a while.

Who sent this to him?

Knowing Yan Ci's gentle appearance, he must know Yan Ci, and if he wanted to frame Xia Zhinian, he would know him too.

There are not many overlapping parts of his Yanci social circle, which are only within the scope of the school, and at most a few young people in the business circle are added.

In fact, he wasn't very surprised that Yan Ci shut himself up. He was already skeptical that Yan Ci would be imprisoned.

However, Yan Ci... tricked him into going to the basement activity room?

Why is that?

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips. The other party's details were unclear, and the content of the text message was also unclear. She put down her phone and wanted to wipe her eyes with a tissue.

Habitually opened the drawer of the bedside table, reached in with his hand, and squeezed out a slightly hard piece of paper.

Light blue, folded in half, with traces of being burned on one corner of the edge.

The color pattern of the paper is very familiar.

Xia Zhinian paused, looking at the paper in his hand, his almond eyes slowly widened, he raised his hand, and slowly opened it—

A love letter to Chu Qingjian.

The font of the whole article is thin and self-contained.

This is a love letter written in his original handwriting.

He asked Yan Ci to forward the love letter.

...Yan resigned, but did not send it.

I also opened it and saw this handwriting.

So today it's just a choice.

Xia Zhinian suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his back felt cold, and the fingertips holding the love letter turned white.

"Student Xia."

A voice behind him was caught off guard, and the distance was extremely tight, "It's not a good habit to open other people's drawers without sleep at night."

"?!"

The soft voice was close to his ears, Xia Zhinian's pupils shrank, and he suddenly leaned forward to hide.

In front of him was the edge of the bed, a hand suddenly came up around his waist, pulling him back.

"Don't fall."

"Let go." Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, pushed his arm away, got off the bed and stood far away, looking at Yan Ci warily.

"You peeked at the love letter I gave Brother Chu, and you still want to burn it?!"

He looked at the burnt marks on the paper in his hand, and the clear and handsome handwriting on it, his scalp was numb, his body was sweating profusely, and the heat from the quilt dissipated instantly.

He still underestimated the black sesame glutinous rice balls.

He probably wanted to burn it, and then found the handwriting problem and extinguished the fire, so he tried this again.

Yan Ci sat on the bed, blocking the night light behind him, the whole figure was backlit, the shadows were thick, and the outline of the whole person looked a little sharp.

Smiling lazily, the voice is low and hoarse.

"Student Xia, why don't you tell me about the handwriting of this love letter."

Xia Zhinian's heart tightened, and his expression tensed, "I asked someone to write it, what can I say."

He clenched his palms tightly, his almond eyes were a little angry, and he changed the subject, "You peeked at my letter, burned my letter, and tricked me into asking for a price if you didn't send it out?"

"Yan Ci, you agreed to make a deal, is that what you did?"

He gritted his teeth, and his amber eyes were cold, which was rare. He looked at Yan Ci, who had an unclear expression, and tightly squeezed the letter in his hand, turning his head and leaving without saying a word.

"stop."

The voice behind him was slightly cold.

Xia Zhinian didn't listen, and quickened his pace. There was a movement from behind, followed by a pair of hands clasped on his waist suddenly, and a tyrannical force came, and his feet left the ground in an instant.

Xia Zhinian was startled, his almond eyes widened, "Yan Ci, what are you doing?!"

Yan Ci snorted lightly, and put him back on the bed, "Where are you going to run barefoot in the middle of the night?"

"None of your business." Xia Zhinian glared at him, turned around and wanted to go down from the other side, "If you didn't give it away, there would be no price. You can't control where I like to go."

He went to the bed, but suddenly a hand was pressed down on his shoulder, and the terrifying strength pulled him back without a single pause.

"Well."

Xia Zhinian's heart thumped twice, unable to twist his back, he was pulled back and lay back on the bed, his whole body trembled, his eyes widened and he let out a muffled groan.

"Don't worry."

Yan Ci pulled the young man back, pressed his shoulder with one hand to keep him from moving, his eyes were dark, and he looked down at the angry rice cake dumpling, considering whether he was really angry or just changing the topic.

For a moment, lower your voice and pat his head, "Don't be angry, I'm just curious about who wrote that love letter."

Xia Zhinian gritted her teeth, and turned her head away with almond-shaped eyes fiercely, "Then you have to take a peek first, so you can get curious."

"So who wrote it?" Yan Ci raised an eyebrow.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian clenched his back molars, looking fierce and angry, "I paid for it, are you satisfied? Let go."

Yan Ci twitched the corner of his mouth, "You guess I believe it?"

"I don't care if you believe it or not, let go!"

Yan Ci let go a little, Xia Zhinian got up and rushed under the bed, his arms were pulled again.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes, the thin scars at the end of his eyes stretched back, and it was dim and unclear.

"Where are you going?"

"There's no price, you don't care, I don't want to stay with you anyway."

Xia Zhinian was furious, trying to get out of the restraint with his arm, Yan Ci's eyes darkened a little, he didn't let go of his hand, but tightened even more, his eyes were slightly cold, he paused, and his voice was soft.

"It's too late, don't run around."

He paused for a moment, "I'll go to another room, you stay here, we'll talk about things tomorrow."

Xia Zhinian looked warily.

Yan Ci stared at him, his eyes were dark and deep. After a moment, he got up and went out. Before the door closed, he raised his eyes and looked into the room.

"Go to sleep."

Yan Ci closed the door, took out the key from his pocket, pointed it at the keyhole on the door, and hesitated for a moment before inserting it.

"Click."

There was a sound of locking inside.

Yan Ci looked at the door for a while, then took back the key.

Rice cake dumpling might run away early in the morning. If he finds out that he has locked the door with the key at this time, it will probably explode.

After thinking about it, he simply unlocked the door.

After Xia Zhinian locked the door, he took a deep breath. The anger that had just been on the surface disappeared in an instant. He held the door and breathed slowly, calming down for a moment.

The black sesame glutinous rice **** are too smart, obviously I didn't believe that I bought them.

I've been fooling around tonight, and I still have to hand in my homework tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and every day.

It was like a sword hanging around his neck.

crumbling.

Xia Zhinian was a little anxious, raised his hand and bit the knuckle of his left index finger, breathing slightly, leaving a deep tooth mark on his finger.

He hasn't written the Chinese homework due tomorrow, and he originally thought about going to Lao Qin's office to do it tomorrow, but looking at it now, Yan Ci can come and go freely in the office, and it is not easy to go and watch him write.

Even if he wanted to skip class and stare at him in the office, and make up a random reason to help his classmates, Lao Qin might welcome him happily.

…How to do it.

Xia Zhinian bit her finger, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

He is going to write now, and it is even more strange for Yan Ci to know that he is doing homework in the middle of the night.

Are you going to ask for leave?

Also like guilty conscience.

There are pits everywhere.

Xia Zhinian's head was hurting from anxiety, he looked around, walked to the window and closed it, turned on the air conditioner, lowered the temperature, lifted the quilt to lie down on the bed, and took a deep breath.

Come on, fight.

If pretending to be sick is too fake, let’s be real.

Xia Zhinian raised his hand to turn off the night light, closed his eyes, and tried his best to fall asleep.

The next day, Yan Ci didn't get up too early, giving the rice cake dumpling time to run away, but when he went to the bedroom door to check, he found that the door was still closed.

...didn't leave?

Yan Ci tilted his head, looked at the time, it was almost time for class, and knocked on the door.

"Student Xia?"

Xia Zhinian's head was buzzing, he opened the window ahead of time to disperse the air-conditioning in the room, and then adjusted the air conditioner back to normal temperature. After washing, he sat aside a little top-heavy, his palms and forehead were obviously hot, and the nerves in his temples throbbed from time to time.

Hearing the knock on the door, he picked up his schoolbag and opened the door, and exchanged a glance with the tall, handsome boy at the door.

Yan Ci looked at his pale face, "Did you sleep well?"

Xia Zhinian ignored him, cleared his throat, and tried his best to cover up the hoarse voice, "Class is about to start, let's go."

Yan Ci turned his eyes around him, a little puzzled that the young man didn't run away.

I didn't choose to do my homework, and my handwriting was obviously problematic. At this time, if I want to avoid it, pretending to be sick and hiding for a few days is the best way.

Didn't leave?

"No hurry, the driver just came over after dinner."

Xia Zhinian nodded, didn't say a word, got into the car after eating, Yan Ci wanted to touch his hair, but he avoided him.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes and looked at his face, which seemed strange no matter how he looked at it, and his voice was gentle, "Student Xia, you must be staying up late to make up your homework."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian glanced at him quietly, turned his head away and did not speak to him.

In the classroom, Xia Zhinian put down his schoolbag, took his homework and pencil case to the office, and told Lao Qin that he didn't do his homework.

There was less than a minute left for class, and Lao Qin had no class for this period, so he nodded and pulled a stool for him, "Come and sit, come and sit."

"Ding Ling Ling Ling—"

The hurried class bell rang.

It's class, but Yan Ci didn't come, so it shouldn't appear suddenly in the middle of class.

Xia Zhinian breathed a sigh of relief, sat down, and opened the pencil case.

Lao Qin looked at his pale face, his eyes were a little black, and the blood on his lips was very pale, "Xiao Xia, didn't you rest well?"

Xia Zhinian nodded, and finally couldn't hold back a light cough, his voice hoarse.

"A little."

Lao Qin frowned, "Why is your voice so loud, do you have a cold?"

Xia Zhinian thought that he should have skipped the cold and went straight to a fever, covered his dull and painful temples with a pale face, and tried to touch his forehead.

His palms were also hot as if they were on fire. In fact, he couldn't get it out after trying, but his complexion was not very good, and his throat was dry and sore.

"Don't move, teacher, try."

Seeing his appearance, Lao Qin frowned, and pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. The temperature of his tentacles was so hot that he shivered, and his expression changed.

"Xiao Xia, why did you burn like this?!"

"Don't you feel it?"

"Hurry up, tell your family and go directly to the hospital."

Xia Zhinian nodded, assuming that he had a fever, the provincial Yan Ci suspected that he was pretending to be sick, picked up his schoolbag, and his voice sounded like he was wrapped in cotton candy.

"Thank you teacher, then I will ask for leave and go back."

Old Qin ouched, "Hurry up and go to the hospital, your temperature is too high, you need an injection!"

Lao Qin wanted to find someone to send him off, but he refused. Xia Zhinian pursed his dry lips, bitter in his mouth, and left after saying goodbye.

Avoiding the view from the windows of a class of classrooms, go out through another door, and take a taxi back to Xia's house.

At the time of work, there was no one in Xia's house, he went upstairs with the handrail of the stairs, climbed onto the bed, wrapped himself in a quilt, and closed his eyes deeply.

But what he didn't expect was that there was a window on the other side of the window that he avoided.

When I was in class, I saw students walking outside again, not in the classroom, but outside the school, which instantly attracted a lot of attention.

New post on campus forum.

[Picture attached, isn't this Xia Zhinian, a newly promoted school grass reserve, why is he leaving school at this time? @凯思Do you know? 】

[Banana Yogurt]: Xia Zhinian is not the school girl. I think it is more suitable for him to be the school girl.

[Palm]: This point is out of school, so I can only ask for leave.

[Holding high the banner of new CP]: @燕思校草, what’s going on, can’t it be sick, walking out alone, a person is so pitiful.

[Think about the last big question]: Let me also ask for leave and go home to rest. I will go alone. I am not pitiful.

[Banana Yogurt]: Hahahahaha.

[Hold high the banner of the new CP]: Yan Shen doesn't look at his phone much in class, does he?

[Descendants of the Yuan Dynasty]: Raise your claws, I'm in the same class, let me ask you.

Yuan Long raised his eyes to look at the teacher, and knocked on Yan Ci's desk while the one above was not paying attention, "Shen Yan, your deskmate asked for leave, are you sick?"

Yan Ci stopped writing and frowned slightly, "Are you on leave? When did it happen?"

Seeing him, Yuen Long didn't know much about it, and he was surprised, "Look at the campus forum."

Yan Ci turned on his phone and found the post, the picture of the main building was clearly taken, it was indeed Xia Zhinian walking outside the school by himself.

It was very early, and I probably left after a while after class.

Take time off now?

If you want to ask for leave to avoid him, you can just call a car and go back to Xia's house earlier.

Yan Ci frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

After class, he got up and went directly to the office, knocked on the door and went in to ask Lao Qin.

Lao Qin sighed, "Xiao Xia's physical fitness is not very good. She has allergic asthma. This cold and fever, coughing, won't cause the disease."

Yan Ci paused, pursed his lips, his eyes darkened slightly, and asked slowly.

"Ms. Qin, Xia Zhinian...has a fever?"

Lao Qin nodded, a little worried, "That's right, his forehead is so hot that he can boil eggs. I asked him to contact his family and go to the hospital."

Rice cake dumplings are so resistant to the hospital, it is impossible for them to be willing to go.

Yan Ci frowned slightly, and immediately took a leave of absence, got up and went outside the school, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Jiang Yuan to ask.

Jiang Yuan really didn't know that her youngest son was sick and asked for leave to go home, so she drove back immediately.

Yan Ci arrived early, and the aunt in the room invited him in. Yan Ci went upstairs directly, but no one answered when he knocked on the door, so he turned the handle and looked into the room.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn tightly, the light was dim, the quilt on the bed was bulging, and a small ball was curled up in the middle, with its back to the door, the furry head was half leaking out of the quilt, and the face could not be seen clearly.

Yan Ci's face softened a little, his brows and eyes darkened, and he walked to the bedside.

The young man shrank under the blanket, his eyes were closed tightly, his cheeks were sickly red, but there was no blood on his lips, they were frighteningly white.

"Xia Zhinian?"

Yan Ci called him softly.

The boy didn't respond, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was heavy.

Yan Ci touched his forehead, and it was too hot, so he frowned, found his aunt and asked her to contact the family doctor to rush over, then went back to the room, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and touched his forehead again.

Palms are hot.

Yan Ci stared at the boy on the bed, his eyes were dark and meaningless.

Sick, really sick.

...what a coincidence.

The young man felt cold, and subconsciously wanted to bury his head under the blanket, but Yan Ci held him down and exposed his nose.

Frequently, Xia Zhinian opened his eyes in a daze, and vaguely saw a hand pulling his quilt, and hummed blankly, his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Well, don't pull my quilt."

Yan Ci felt a little distressed when he heard his voice, and leaned over to touch his head, his voice was soft and gentle.

"Wake up, the doctor will be here in a while, don't bury your head in the quilt, it's easy to get out of breath."

The world seemed to be spinning in front of Xia Zhinian, dizzy, vaguely felt that the voice was familiar, subconsciously shrunk under the quilt, and hid himself completely, so that no one could see him.

"Student Xia."

"Xia Zhinian."

Yan Ci clicked his tongue, and exposed the head again, he continued to rub down, and Yan Ci pulled down the quilt again.

The two of them were in the same relay, Xia Zhinian was confused, moved down a lot, his feet suddenly protruded out of the bed, his feet were hanging in the air, and the cold air instantly swept through the already unwarmed bed.

Kongmang's almond eyes widened, his mouth was flattened, and his voice was soft and full of grievances.

"What are you doing, go away."

"What am I doing?"

The rice cake dumpling was soft, Yan Ci laughed, and felt that it was really burning, "You show your head, don't be bored."

Yan Ci regretted pushing him too hard, otherwise, he should have guarded against staring at him last night.

You can't put the rice cake dumplings aside and leave him alone.

"Why did you suddenly get sick?"

With a gentle voice, Yan Ci stroked his hair gently.

Xia Zhinian snorted, ignored him, turned over and turned his back on his back, retracting his feet up, curled up into a small ball, pitiful.

Yan Ci leaned over, directly picked up the quilt and put it in the middle of the bed.

"squeak."

The door was pushed open suddenly.

Xia Wenhan's straight suit was a little wrinkled, he hurried in, and stopped when he saw the scene inside.

His younger brother was huddled under the quilt, and the young master of the Yan family picked him up, just... not knowing what he was doing, his voice sank.

"what are you doing."

Yan Ci paused slightly, "Brother Xia."

Xia Wenhan let out a snort, lowered his brows, his long and narrow eyes flickered coldly, stepped forward quickly, and raised his hand to bring him back.

Yan Ci raised his eyes, and the head of the boy who was wrapped into a ball rubbed against his shoulder, his eyes darkened, he subconsciously tightened his grip, and did not let go.

Xia Wenhan looked over coldly, and reached out to grab the quilt.

"Give me back."