He’s So Sweet After Class

With a "click", Jiang Chenming dragged the suitcase into the living room.

He had been going to the game for a week, but he hit his opponent while dribbling and hit his knee. Although the fellow teacher took him to shoot the film immediately, the doctor said it was OK, but the teacher was still worried and asked him to return to City A first.

Jiang Chenming doesn't matter, because he shouldn't have participated in this game, and now it just happens to be replaced by new players so that they can accumulate experience.

The room was very quiet, with a faint sweet milk fragrance, but because the taste was very weak, Jiang Chenming estimated that Mo Lingqiu might not have returned yet.

He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and dragged the suitcase into the room. As soon as I straightened up, I saw a bulging mass wrapped in the quilt on the bed, and there were obviously people inside.

This taste is obviously Mo Lingqiu.

The fact that the other party was curled up in his bed to sleep caused Jiang Chenming's heart to jump, and the superiority of being Alpha was miraculously satisfied.

Without even caring about the suitcase, Jiang Chenming walked to the bed and tried to pull the quilt away a bit to see Mo Lingqiu lying in it. He didn't know that the other party was pulling very tightly, but he tried to pull it several times but didn't pull it.

Pulling with some strength, the person in the quilt rolled over impatiently, got out of the quilt, closed his eyes and muttered, "Is it annoying?"

Jiang Chenming was startled, and withdrew his hand in a dumbfounded manner. After a while, he noticed Mo Lingqiu's flushed face and stretched out his hand again.

The forehead is very hot and seems to have a fever.

Jiang Chenming hurried to the living room to dig out the medicine cabinet, and took out the thermometer inside.

The thermometer in Mo Lingqiu's house is the most common mercury thermometer. It needs to be clamped under the armpit to measure body temperature. Jiang Chenming took Mo Lingqiu out of the quilt, unbuttoned his shirt, and helped him put the thermometer in place.

I don't know if it was because of Jiang Chenming's return, Mo Lingqiu slept a lot more peacefully, almost at the mercy of the other party.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Chenming removed Mo Lingqiu's hand, who was clutching his clothes tightly, and took the thermometer out of his armpit.

Thirty-eight degrees seven, the temperature is not low.

Help Mo Lingqiu tuck the quilt, Jiang Chenming turned around and went out to boil water to flush out the fever medicine. After tossing for a while, when he returned to the room with the warm medicine, Mo Lingqiu, who had been taken out by him, retracted again. In the quilt, only a handful of jet black hair remained outside.

Jiang Chenming was so cute, he walked over and twiddled the small hairs twice, and called out in a warm voice: "Mr. Mo, get up and drink medicine, and then go to bed after drinking."

Mo Lingqiu remained unmoved, pouting his **** and turning over.

Jiang Chenming almost laughed out loud, this is so different from the usual Mo Lingqiu.

Cute to cute, the medicine is still to be taken, Jiang Chenming no longer feels soft, lifted the quilt slightly vigorously, and took out Mo Lingqiu who was shrinking in it. In order to prevent him from running around, he directly put the person in a half circle in his arms.

The anti-fever medicine was a bit bitter and didn't smell good. As soon as it came to Mo Lingqiu's mouth, he avoided the beginning. Even though I am a little unconscious because of the fever, the instinctive resistance to drugs is still obvious.

Jiang Chenming fed him several times without success, and even tried a straw but also failed.

Staring closely at the liquid medicine remaining on Mo Lingqiu's lips, Jiang Chenming hesitated, raised his hand to wipe it off, and then drank the anti-fever medicine into his mouth.

With lips pressed tightly, Jiang Chenming dragged the back of Mo Lingqiu's head with one hand, and slowly passed the anti-fever medicine over.

"Um..." The bitter anti-fever medicine slid through the mouth and throat, and finally into the stomach. In addition to the bitterness of the medicine, what remained on the tongue was mixed with a faint bitter almond smell, and Qiu frowned.

Jiang Chenming so slowly fed him a bowl of medicine, and was about to stand up and go out to wash the bowl, but Mo Lingqiu grabbed the corner of his clothes and couldn't move.

Although Mo Lingqiu frowned, he slept peacefully on Jiang Chenming.

Jiang Chenming hesitated again and again, put the empty bowl aside, took off his shoes, and got into the bed with Mo Lingqiu in his arms.

He wasn't very sleepy either, he just hugged Mo Lingqiu in a daze. The person in his arms probably has a source of heat, no longer obsessed with hiding the whole person in the quilt, but holding on to Jiang Chenming.

But before he knew it, Jiang Chenming also fell asleep.

Because of the fever, Mo Lingqiu wakes up when he sleeps, but when he is awake, he can hardly remember what happened. When he wakes up completely, it is already late at night.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Chenming lying next to him through the moonlight spilling into the room through the window, while his hand was still holding the front of the other party's clothes tightly.

Released his hand like a hot hand, Mo Lingqiu moved back and sat up from Jiang Chenming's arms.

Because of this movement, Jiang Chenming woke up, rubbed his eyes, and turned on the bedside lamp: "Teacher Mo, are you awake, are you better?"

"Aren't you... Didn't you go to the game?" Mo Lingqiu lost his composure a bit. Why on earth would he be in Jiang Chenming's bed, and still hug him to sleep?

"I hurt my knee. I came back early." Jiang Chenming got out of bed, went to the door and turned on the light in the room, then returned to the bedside, picked up the thermometer on the bedside table, threw off the original temperature, and handed it to Mo Ling Qiu, "Teacher Mo, please measure again, you had a fever when I came back."

Mo Lingqiu stared at the thermometer, and after a long time he reached out to take it, turned his back, put the thermometer under his arm, and then sat still.

Jiang Chenming was also a little embarrassed. He reached out and picked up the empty medicine bowl on the bedside table: "I'm going to wash a bowl, teacher, you remember to put it on for ten minutes before taking it out."

"...Hmm." Mo Lingqiu's eyes fell on the empty bowl when he heard the other party's words, and the memory of his sleepiness slowly appeared in his mind. A moment of surprise flashed across his face, and then he bit his lower lip and said nothing.

When Jiang Chenming came out of the kitchen after washing the bowl, Mo Lingqiu was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, with his legs close together, he looked serious even when he measured his temperature.

Jiang Chenming helped him calculate the time, and when the time was up, he reached out for the thermometer: "Let me see."

Mo Lingqiu took out the thermometer and handed it to him without hesitation.

Seeing the 37-degree one on the thermometer, Jiang Chenming finally felt a little relieved: "It's already dropped a lot. Let's eat something and drink a fever-reducing medicine later."

Mo Lingqiu nodded slightly, Jiang Chenming coughed when he saw that he was not talking, turned and walked to the kitchen, intending to make something to eat. Not only did Mo Lingqiu didn't eat, he didn't eat, and he was panicking with hunger right now.

Staring at Jiang Chenming's swaying back, Mo Lingqiu suddenly remembered the other party's "knee injury", stood up and walked quickly over: "I'm going to cook porridge."

In the end, both of them stood in the kitchen, Mo Lingqiu immersed himself in the rice, while Jiang Chenming was watching.

"Use hot water, do you still use cold water for a cold?"

Mo Lingqiu, who had been "learned", gave his hand and turned the faucet to the side with hot water.

Throwing the rice into the rice cooker, Mo Lingqiu added water to cover the lid, and after a certain time, he turned his head and asked Jiang Chenming, "I...Is the medicine you fed me?"

"Ah... um." Jiang Chenming was courageous enough when he was feeding the medicine. At this moment, Mo Lingqiu mentioned that he was a little nervous.

Mo Lingqiu now knew exactly what was going on, turned his head, raised his hand and gently touched his lips before asking, "What happened to your knee?"

"I ran into an opponent during the game. I fell in an open field." Jiang Chenming said lightly, but he fell a bit ugly. He put his hands on the ground and his knees hit the ground heavily.

Mo Lingqiu reflexively looked at the position of his knees: "Let me see."

Jiang Chenming waved his hand, not wanting to lift his trousers: "It's okay, I've filmed the film, it's just a bit of a wound."

Mo Lingqiu wrinkled his beautiful brows and repeated: "Let me see."

Jiang Chenming bent down like his fate and rolled up his fat track pants.

Both knees were wrapped in gauze, and a trace of blood oozes out. From the side, it can be seen that this man's knees are swollen and tall, which is not what he described lightly.

Mo Lingqiu's face was gloomy, no wonder he was a little lame when he just saw him walking, this man's knee was hurt like this, and he was taking care of his fever.

"Come here." Mo Lingqiu said, pulling Jiang Chenming's wrist and leading this big man who was much taller than himself to the living room.

Jiang Chenming was a little surprised, staring at Mo Lingqiu's hand holding his wrist, thinking that he had hallucinations. Until the other side pushed him to sit on the sofa, and then sat cross-legged on the ground in front of him.

Mo Lingqiu opened the medicine box, turned out the iodine and gauze and other disinfectant and bandaging medicines, and then carefully removed the gauze wrapped around Jiang Chenming's knee.

Jiang Chenming saw this person sitting on the ground with a low-grade fever, and stepped back: "Teacher Mo, don't sit on the ground."

"Don't move." Mo Lingqiu raised his eyes and glared at him particularly unceremoniously. His eyes were so sharp that Jiang Chenming really didn't move.

After a while, Jiang Chenming carefully handed the pillow on the sofa forward, bending over and stuffing it under Mo Lingqiu's buttocks.

Mo Lingqiu hesitated, raised his **** slightly, sat down on the pillow, and continued to help him treat the wound.

Most of the wounds on Jiang Chenming's knee were broken skin, but because it was hit, there was a large area of ​​black green around it. I don't know if it was pressed in the place where the bleeding had been stopped, and it began to bleed again, looking a bit hideous.

It was the first time that Mo Lingqiu did this kind of thing, he was very careful, and his face was serious.

Because of the height, Jiang Chenming looked down at Mo Lingqiu. With slightly pink ears, long eyelashes, a tall nose, and thin white fingers, he didn't look like a man in his late thirties.

"Teacher Mo, when is your birthday?"

"September 1st."

Jiang Chenming listened and felt a little regretful: "It's already over."

In this regard, Mo Lingqiu did not answer.

"Teacher, have you ever been in love?" Jiang Chenming asked boldly.

Mo Lingqiu glanced at him, but still did not answer.

Jiang Chenming persevered: "I haven't been in love either."

Mo Lingqiu wrapped Jiang Chenming's left knee and moved it to the right.

Jiang Chenming said: "Teacher Mo, what kind of person do you like? Tall? Handsome? Do academic research? Or..."

"Less talk." Mo Lingqiu glared at him again.

Jiang Chenming fell silent immediately.

The author has something to say: humble little Jiang, slap on the line~