You Sound Sleepy

Perhaps it was because of the fever's nasal sound, or perhaps it was really tolerating it for too long. This questioning sentence sounded like a slight crying.

Grievance and panic are constantly magnified when sick, and the inexplicable turbulent emotions are also several times more sensitive than usual. Lin Mian gripped the horn's fingertips and tightened slightly, enduring a low mood, tightening his lips and didn't speak any more.

As soon as he spoke, Lin Mian looked away, frowning in annoyance, his eyes still red and moist.

She didn't think much of her words just now, and she came out in no time.

Before that, these words had actually been held in Lin Mian's heart for too long, but she never planned to tell Que Qingyan.

Feelings are not right or wrong. Why does she like Que Qingyan and expect to get an equivalent response from him?

Besides, Que Qingyan is already chasing her, maybe it's just a matter of time together.

I've waited so long, why can't you wait any longer?

Why did you just say it all when you got a fever?

The light on the bedside was very dim, and the glass of water was still bubbling quietly with warm water vapor. Lin Mian didn't dare to see Que Qingyan's reaction. The bottom half of his face was rubbed into the bed, and he found himself a step down:

"I didn't mean to blame you..." Her voice was dull, "I just have a fever and feel a little uncomfortable. After taking the medicine..."

Halfway through the conversation, Lin Mian's fingers came over, feeling cold, and brushed the corner of her eye, and then tucked the quilt down for her.

Lin Mian looked up, Que Qingyan was leaning down, very close to her.

"Que..."

Without the cover of the quilt, the choking in the voice is even more obvious. Lin Mian said a word, held it back, and said nothing.

Que Qingyan pulled away Lin Mian's sweaty forehead, looked down at her, and said slowly: "You don't need to talk, I will say the rest."

"I won't excuse myself. But there are some things I don't want you to misunderstand, and I don't want to make you sad, so I need to explain clearly."

Lin Mian looked at Que Qingyan in a daze, and listened to him: "I had concerns before. If I accept you soon, others may think that my acceptance is an emotional charity."

Lin Mian couldn't help refuting with red eyes, "But I don't care about others..."

"I don't worry about what others think," Que Qingyan took over and continued, "but I am worried, and one day you will think so."

Lin Mian's heart beat suddenly fast.

Que Qingyan is clear in his heart that after the feelings are explained, being together is the most direct shortcut.

But the likes that had been suppressed for many years suddenly responded. After the initial ecstasy calmed down, Lin Mian might face a stage of self-doubt. At that time, she may feel a lot of insecurity, and even question the durability of this relationship.

Que Qingyan didn't want the two to bury hidden dangers when their relationship was not yet stable.

Therefore, he did not choose that shortcut, but chose to pursue her again.

"You are worth all my painstaking pursuit." Que Qing said after a pause, "But I haven't considered your true thoughts. It's my fault."

Lin Mian listened in a daze, the anxiety and grievances in his heart gradually swept away.

"Now it seems that I didn't think well." Que Qingyan has made a handful of wrong choices over the years, but he was able to deny all his choices when facing Lin Mian. He wiped away the wetness from her eyes, and his voice became low, "It won't be like this anymore, I'm sorry."

He didn't apologize to her...

Que Qingyan thinks much more comprehensively than she does, and it's much more long-term.

Lin Mian's eyes filled with water vapor, and the tears that had just been pressed came back uncontrollably, and he quickly stopped opening his eyes and rubbed the corner of the quilt.

"I didn't cry because I was wronged, I didn't..." Lin Mian endured his choking, her voice intermittently, and explained in a low voice, "I didn't want to cry, I just..."

She didn't want to cry, but when she heard Que Qingyan's apology, she suddenly couldn't hold back her tears.

Lin Mian couldn't explain it clearly, took a deep breath, and apologized with blushing eyes: "I don't know what you think... I should ask you."

Que Qingyan's slender fingers supported Lin Mian's hot face, and the pads of her thumb patiently wiped away her tears, "No need to ask in the future, I will tell you all this."

Lin Mian didn't want to cry in front of Que Qingyan. He was so annoyed that he was so constrained. He just wanted to bury his face in the quilt again, so he heard him say again: "My explanation is over. The next words are more important. Hold it up and listen to me."

"I won't chase you anymore," Que Qing said, "but I said something when chasing you, and it will still be effective 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 his bed in the same way as a hamster moved his nest, Que's clear voice this time brought some coaxing connotations. So Lin Mian obediently didn't move anymore, waiting for his next words under the quilt.

Que Qingyan's eyes were dark, staring at her for a long while, before he said: "Let you wait so long, I won't let you wait anymore."

"..."

With half-dry tears hanging on the side of Lin Mian's face, when he came over what the meaning of this sentence meant, his consciousness collapsed and he was completely froze.

Did he... agree to be with her?

"I wanted you to decide whether or not to agree to my pursuit, but now it seems that the person who is most uncontrollable is me." Que Qingyan said with a smile on the corners of his eyebrows, "Even if you don't say it tonight, I can't restrain myself for long."

These words seemed to stroke the softest part of Lin Mian's heart, and the swelling and swelling was overwhelming with joy.

She didn't know how much relief was in Que Qingyan's words, but her heartbeat was terrifying at the moment, and she looked at him for a moment, her thoughts mixed up.

The water poured in the glass was still warm. Que Qingyan stopped talking and asked, "Did you take the medicine first?"

At this time, who still wants to take medicine?

Linmian, who was still feverish, looked at him briskly and shook his head, the resistance in his eyes almost overflowed.

The next moment, when she saw Que Qingyan's eyes paused, she put down the water glass and leaned down to get closer.

"..."

A short distance away, Lin Mian could see the outline of his sloppy eyelashes. She blushed and hot, tried to restrain the desire to move forward, stretched out her hand from the bed with difficulty, and covered her lips with the back of her hand.

"I have a fever, I'm afraid..." Lin Mian was crying because of the war between heaven and man in his heart, and whispered, "I'm afraid of infecting you."

Lin Mian cried and said, if it wasn't because of fever, how could she refuse...

Que Qingyan paused slightly, looked down at her, and asked, "Is my forehead okay?"

Kiss the forehead...

Lin Mian blushed and recalled, embarrassed: "It seems to be a little sweaty..."

Que Qingyan asked calmly: "What about your face?"

The face should be okay... Lin Mian recalled with distraction again, and moved the hand covering his lips, thinking about touching his face, but the hand that had just been removed was clasped.

Before Lin Mian could react, he saw Que Qingyan with a smile, lowered his eyes and kissed her lips directly.

With his breath intertwined, Lin Mian's hand covering his lips was pulled by Que Qingyan and placed it on the side of his shoulder and neck, continuing to deepen the kiss.

After a few minutes, Lin Mian was finally able to catch his breath, pursing his lower lip silently with the tips of his red ears, feeling deeply that he might be...burnt even more.

She was still calming her heartbeat, and after hearing Que's clear words, she asked, "Do you want to have porridge?"

"Here..." The two were close to breathing, Lin Mian suppressed the throbbing heartbeat, his eyes flickered, "Is there any porridge?"

Que Qingyan replied: "I cooked some porridge so that it won't be too bad. Do you have an appetite?"

Lin Mian was still afraid of infecting him, so he tilted his head back and obediently said, "I will eat everything you cook--well--"

Before he finished speaking, he was helped by the back of his neck and went back and kissed deeply.

Que Qingyan was not too polite this time. At the end, he licked on Lin Mian's lower lip. The latter was kissed into a hazy kiss and went from a patient with a fever to a cooked shrimp.

After Que Qingyan went downstairs, Lin Mian finished taking the medicine, wrestled with her red face for a while, and leaned on the bedside 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 was ups and downs, and at this moment he finally eased. She buried her face in the quilt, did not restrain the mood of scratching the wall, and rolled back and forth a few times holding the quilt and curled up into dried shrimps.

Lin Mian couldn't hold back the corners of her lips, and said to her heart, that's it with a kiss, it's so hopeless!

The unpromising person stayed on the second floor for a while, and decided to follow him downstairs.

The lobby on the first floor of the villa is brightly lit, and the wooden stairs are covered with thick and soft European-style carpets. Lin Mian put on his coat and walked down, around the hall, and followed a slight noise to the kitchen door.

In the kitchen, Que Qingyan opened the disinfection cupboard and took out a white porcelain bowl. The half-pulled shirt followed the movement to outline the texture of the forearm, and the top light hit him, which looked like a painting.

The porridge was warmed on the casserole. Although Lin Mian had a stuffy nose, he could still smell a little soft and waxy food aroma.

Lin Mian could see people clearly, but he didn't prevent him from colliding with Que Qingyan's gaze, and instantly moved his eyes, trying to cover up, "I want to come and see... is the porridge ready..."

Que Qingyan glanced at her and repeated it with a smile: "Would you like to see the porridge?"

Lin Mian and him looked at each other for a long while, feeling that he couldn't be too careful to hide from him, blushing and confessed: "Actually, I want to see you..."

Que Qingyan put aside the porcelain bowl, responded, and asked calmly: "Do you feel appetite after reading it?"

appetite……

Why can he calmly say such whimsical things ah ah ah ah...

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Mian finished his porridge and rolled upstairs blushing.

...

The second floor of the huge villa is full of bedrooms for rest. Que Qingyan's room is facing Lin Mian, so I took a look before going to bed.

He leaned over and tested Linmian'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 quilt, Ren Que tested the temperature, blinked and looked up at him, suddenly feeling a little confused.

It may be the special treatment of fever patients, or it may be the reason why they just got together. Que Qingyan is less calm and calm tonight, is more honest and gentle than usual, and has no reservations about her attitude.

The fireworks outside the window were long gone, and the lights on the racecourse in the distance were already off. Que Qingyan turned on the humidifier in the room and closed the curtains for Linmian.

"Call me if you have something tonight, I'll be next door." After a pause, he said, "Remember to lock the bedroom door later."

Lin Mian was at a loss. There were only two people in the villa, she and Que Qingyan, and no one else. What door should be locked...

"It's not against others, it's against me. I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to you," 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."

In the end, Que Qingyan added a sentence before closing: "Get a break early."

"..."

Lin Mian blushed and nodded hard when he heard the ambiguity in his words.

She bit Beijiao Xin and said, even if he didn't do anything to her...she's already burning badly now!

The next day, Cheng Ze, despite the exhaustion of the champagne feast, got up early in the morning and came to visit him happily.

Que Qingyan was dealing with work in the lobby on the first floor. Cheng Ze moved his gaze from the laptop screen in front of him to his face, and said in surprise: "Quinn, what are you doing with a mask?"

Just as Lin Mian wanted to go downstairs, he heard a sentence from Cheng Ze downstairs from a distance: "Why did you catch a cold too?"

The next sentence was filled with gossip excitement: "What about the little girl? How did you catch a cold? It's..."

How did you catch a cold...

"..."

Lin Mian remembered the two kisses last night, closed his eyes, knocked his head on the escalator to calm down for half a minute, retracted his steps downstairs, and returned to the bedroom.