Chapter 143 Sickness
After school started, it rained continuously for a week and the temperature hovered near of zero. The room was so damp that water seeped from the walls.
Under this kind of magical attack of damp and cold, ancient people who lived in the north of the Dayu all the year round would routinely fall ill. — That is to say that it was the leader of the Heavenly Prison Sect, Shen Huaishi, young and strong, skilled in martial arts and who was more muscled than Jiang Xing who fell it.
Shen Huaishi took a sick leave for the day and Lin Qingyu rushed home to take care of him as soon as school was over. Jiang Xing was called to the office by the class advisor because he he’d foregone his English homework to sleep early last night. His wife, who was now the class’ English representative didn’t cover for him at all.
Shen Huaishi was dazed from the fever and was lying in bed, in deep slumber. Lin Qingyu took his temperature and pulse for him. He then put a cold towel on his forehead and then stayed by his side.
Not long after, the Emperor of the Dayu, having finished his homework in the class advisor’s office, came home. His winter school uniform was dripping wet from the rain. He threw his schoolbag on the sofa and walked into Shen Huaishi’s room. “How is Huaishi?”
Lin Qingyu made a “shh” gesture and said softly, “He just fell asleep.”
Jiang Xing touched Shen Huaishi’s forehead. “It seems that his fever hasn’t subsided yet? Poor boy.”
Shen Huaishi felt the coolness of Jiang Xing’s palm. He moved his lips and mumbled in his sleep, “Father, mother…”
The two looked at each other, their expressions similar, with the subtlety between husband and wife.
“It’ll take too long to reduce the fever naturally.” Lin Qingyu said, “Go to the pharmacy downstairs to buy some medicine. Remember to take an umbrella.”
Jiang Xing picked up his phone and went downstairs. He chose several cold medicines and antipyretics at the pharmacy. As he was checking out, the cashier told him with a smile on his face, “Sir, today the pharmacy is offering a discount of 20 yuan when you spend 120. You’re already at 80 yuan. Would you like to add a little more?”
For a moment, Jiang Xing couldn’t think of any medicines that were missing at home. He looked around and his eyes finally fell on a small box by the cash register. He picked up a box, his movements very natural. “Then I’ll take this too.”
The cashier’s smile froze, silently looking at Jiang Xing’s high school uniform.
Jiang Xing looked at the cashier, a frank and open expression on his face. “Just something to add to the bill.”
Back home, Jiang Xing and Lin Qingyu gave Shen Huaishi the antipyretic medicine. The medicine took effect quickly and Shen Huaishi started sweating out the fever not long after. His sleep became much more peaceful.
At night, Lin Qingyu and Jiang Xing were lying on the bed wearing the same style of flannel pajamas, playing with their mobile phones and chatting from time to time, just like an old married couple. Lin Qingyu looked at the weather forecast for the next few days and said, displeased, “The temperature won’t rise until next week.”
“Cherish the current winter.” Jiang Xing said while playing Fight the Landlord, “When the temperature rises, it’ll usher in a summer that lasts for eight to nine months.”
Lin Qingyu wasn’t used too the humidity and cold of the south. Even with the heater turned on and auntie bringing out the thick quilts for them, it was still cold in the bed. He asked Jiang Xing, “Should I ask Auntie to change to a thicker quilt?”
“This…” Male high schoolers naturally run hot and he already found the thick quilt he was sleeping under somewhat hot. “Okay.”
Lin Qingyu caught Jiang Xing’s hesitation and asked, “Don’t you feel cold?”
“It’s cold. Better change it right away.”
Lin Qingyu saw through Jiang Xing’s lies. “Liar, you don’t feel cold at all.”
Jiang Xing just laughed: “You don’t have to worry about me, you can change it if you want.”
Lin Qingyu said, “Since our perception of hot and cold is out of sync, we can just sleep under separate quilts…”
“Then I’d rather die of heat.”
After turning off the lights, the two slept together. Not long after sleeping, Jiang Xing began to feel extremely hot and he quietly stretched his hands out of the quilt. Feeling the movement of the person next to him, Lin Qingyu pulled the quilt off slightly.
Jiang Xing asked, “Baobei, what are you doing?”
Lin Qingyu said: “Don’t you feel hot? I’m letting a little of the heat escape.”
Jiang Xing was taken aback for a moment. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Yes, but you’re hot.”
Jiang Xing’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He said hoarsely, “Qingyu…”
Lin Qingyu was puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re actually willing to let out the heat from under the quilt for me.” Jiang Xing was very pleased, “You really like me.”
This reason for being moved… as expected of a salted fish.
Lin Qingyu wanted to laugh a little. He said deliberately, “It’s fine. It’s just a normal kind of like.”
Jiang Xing smiled and leaned over. “Well but I like you very much…”
Before Lin Qingyu could speak, he found himself surrounded by the scent of this male high schooler.
The temperature in bed was getting higher and higher and Lin Qingyu no longer felt cold. At this time, a hand opened the drawer of the bedside table.
Lin Qingyu looked at what Jiang Xing was holding and raised his eyebrows.
Jiang Xing sat on the bed, quilt over his head. He smiled at Lin Qingyu, a small packet between his fingers. “We can do bad things secretly. If we don’t tell others, Baobei won’t be caught by the police.”
The two of them have been sleeping together in the same bed for so long and the most they’ve done is make out which always left them unsatisfied. Lin Qingyu couldn’t help being tempted but Shen Huaishi was still sick in bed in the other room. Having fun like this while someone was sick…it would be too irresponsible.
Lin Qingyu took a deep breath and said calmly, “Sorry, I don’t really want to.”
“Ah?” Jiang Xing was so surprised. “Why?!”
“After we do something bad, I’ll have to get up and clean up. It’s so cold, I don’t want to get out of bed.”
Jiang Xing was silent for three seconds and then asked uncertainly, “Are you serious?”
“En.”
Jiang Xing’s defenses broke in an instant, “What the fuck, Qingyu! You’ve changed! You weren’t like this before!”
Lin Qingyu faintly spit out, “Is this the pot calling the kettle black?”
Jiang Xing: “…”
