Love you, never separate

He Qing, who had been wandering, suddenly felt heavy on his legs. When he looked down, he saw that Zhou Li Zheng was looking at himself with a sweet smile. He reached for Zhou Li's head to make his pillow more comfortable, and then gently rubbed his soft hair.

Zhou Li's hair is very soft. He feels it very well. For a moment, he is reluctant to take back his hand. He suddenly understands why Zhou Li always likes to rub his hair before. He asks, "wake up? Are you hungry? I made some rice. Go and have some. "

Zhou Li turned over and found a more comfortable position on He Qing's legs. He hummed lazily, "I'll lie down for a while. It's comfortable here."

He Qing chuckles and pinches Zhou Li's face. I don't know if it's the reason why he just woke up. Zhou Li's face is a little red. At this time, he Qing's eyes look at him vaguely, and he has a kind of unspeakable attractive feeling.

He Qing stares at Zhou Li's face. He shakes his head and throws out the "yellow waste" in his head. He doubts whether Zhou Li has been frozen in the daytime, so he has a fever. He reaches over Zhou Li's forehead and probes for the temperature. Some are hot, but he can't feel if he has a fever. He probes his forehead again, as if it's similar to Zhou Li's?

He didn't feel it very accurately. He broke Zhou Li's hands and faced his head sideways. He lowered his head and put his forehead against Zhou Li's forehead. He felt that Zhou Li seemed to have some fever.

Zhou Li was caught off guard and was a little stunned. Then he felt a comfortable touch on his forehead. Later, he realized that he had a fever. When he woke up, he felt some fever on his body. He thought that the indoor air conditioner was too high, so he didn't care much.

It was not until he Qing's forehead touched him that he felt dizzy. Maybe it was because of his psychology. It was not until now that he realized that he had a fever that he felt a little uncomfortable.

He Qing wants to get up to find some antipyretic medicine for Zhou Li. As soon as he wants to get up, his neck is hugged by Zhou Li. Zhou Li just presses his head on the side of his neck, and there is no unnecessary action.

At this time, Zhou Li became a little warm because of his fever. His breathing hit his ears. The burning and pricking feeling made him itch. He patted Zhou Li's shoulder a few times. "You have a fever. I'll get some medicine for you."

Zhou Li shook his head and rubbed his lips against He Qing's face. "No, just let me hold you for a while."

"Good, take some medicine. You have to work tomorrow." He Qing gently coaxed him.

"Tomorrow weekend, I'm off."

“……”

Fortunately, the degree of Zhou Li's fever is not very serious. He Qingren hugs him for a while. Thinking of the rice on the table, he pats Zhou Li again. "Get up, the rice is going to be cold. Have some rice."

Zhou Li lingered on He Qing's legs for a while, then reluctantly took back his hand and sat up. Because he had been lying for too long, his eyes were a little dark, and a dizziness came again. He shook his head and tried to shake off the dizziness in his head.

He Qing saw Zhou Li's discomfort at this time. He felt his breath, held Zhou Li and adjusted his position. He put a pillow behind him and asked him to sit on the sofa against the pillow. "Don't move here. I'll bring you the meal."

"I don't have any extra food at home. I can only make some green vegetable porridge. You can make a living." The porridge on the table was cold, and he Qing took it back and warmed it. Then he stirred it and gave it to Zhou Liduan. He sat beside Zhou Li's leg, scooped up a spoonful and blew it, and fed it to Zhou Li's mouth.

Zhou Li frowned at the vegetable residue in the spoon.

This is the porridge that he Qing has filtered the vegetables for him. He Qing looks at Zhou Li, frowning and not opening his mouth, and puts the spoon to his mouth again. "Don't be picky, eat a little."

Zhou Li looked at the white porridge mixed with green vegetable residue in front of him, as if he saw something terrible. He took a deep breath and swallowed the spoonful of porridge in front of him in a solemn and stirring manner.

He Qing saw this picture of Zhou Li at this time. Although he wanted to laugh, he still held it back and nodded his head with satisfaction. He scooped another spoon like a child. He put it on his mouth and continued to gather it to Zhou Li's mouth. "Good, come on, continue, open your mouth."

Zhou Li's face was as bitter as the vegetable he was afraid of. How sweet it was for he Qing to feed him, but it happened that he didn't like it the most. He looked at the spoon He Qing came up with and looked forward to, and could only swallow it by force, just like his mouth was saying no. I can't, but vegetables are breaking his mouth and saying, no, you can.

Fortunately, the bowl is relatively small, and there is not much porridge. If you feed it one spoon at a time, Zhou Li is numb to his taste buds. Finally, he Qing finishes eating a whole bowl of porridge. He Qing puts the empty bowl on the table and takes a tissue to wipe Zhou Li's mouth. "Is there any more in the pot?"

"No!" Zhou Li's mouth responds before his brain.

He Qing chuckled. He felt that Zhou Li was speechless. His heart moved and he leaned over to kiss Zhou Li's lips.

Zhou Li's eyes turned into slow motion when he Qing came. When Zhou Li saw he Qing's face, his bitter expression turned into joy. Then he thought of something. He widened his eyes, reached out and blocked He Qing's mouth, which was just two or three centimeters away from their faces. He shook his head and struggled on his face, "No way!"

He Qing's face was puzzled. It would be good if Zhou Li didn't press him before. What's the matter now? He refused? Strange. Strange. "Why?"

"I have a cold. It's contagious." Zhou Li bowed his head, then he made a mistake and said.

He Qing's heart gushed out a burst of warm current, a trace of smile across his eyes, "then I'll hurry up." He pulled Zhou Li's hand on his mouth, pecked Zhou Li's lips and left quickly.

Zhou Li touched the lips of He Qing, and a sense of happiness filled his whole body. He Qing came back after washing the bowl, and he was still giggling.

"It's snowing. It's not safe on the road. I can't walk today. Let's sleep here for one night."

He Qing pats Zhou Li's head and sits beside him. As soon as he sits down, Zhou Li's body sticks up like no bones, and he Qing falls down. The sofa is very small.

Zhou Li has no other place to lie down, can only press on He Qing's body, he put his lips together on He Qing's face, he Qing felt that his face is full of saliva now, he pushed Zhou Li, "why, wind?"