"Hey, what kind of attitude do you have!" I unceremoniously lifted the quilt and wanted to ravage him, but Yan Yeyi insisted on facing me with his back and did not turn around.
Alas! Did I go too far? After all, I lifted the quilt of a patient who was shivering from the cold. This is too immoral.
Thinking about it, I pretended not to pull up the quilt and cover him
Forget it, it was still early, I simply turned on the computer and played my game with headphones on
Why don't you just have a fever? Why ignore me? It's not my fault. Why is he so angry with me?
The time spent playing online games was like Li Xuan’s arrow. With a whoosh, it was already almost seven o’clock. I couldn’t help but feel hungry. I stretched myself and finally wanted to go out of the room to find something to eat.
Huh? Why can’t I open the door? Oops! Why did I forget it?
"Hey, Yan Ye..." He forgot everything after playing a game. When he walked back to the bed, Yan Yeyi still kept the same posture with his back to me. The quilt was still at the position where I accidentally pulled it to his waist, and his upper body was not covered by the quilt at all.
God! He couldn't have died. Otherwise, why would he have been motionless for more than three hours?
"Yan Yeyi, you...are still alive!" I quickly jumped to the other side of the bed, looked at his face, and tentatively reached out to his nasal passages.
Yan Yeyi's even breathing was like hot air from a boiler. It was fine when it hit my fingers. I was still breathing, but... why was it so hot?
I leaned a little closer and put my cold hands on his cheeks. Yan Yeyi's face was as hot as a roasted potato and burned my hands.
Damn it, he's got a high fever, it won't burn his brain.
"Yan Yeyi, shall we go to the hospital?" She pulled up the quilt, patted his flushed cheeks, and coaxed him softly.
Yan Yeyi seemed to be in a deep sleep. No matter how I screamed, I couldn't wake him up.
"Get up, don't die here." He toasted and refused to eat. I gave him both kindness and power, but Yan Yeyi still fell asleep motionless.
Looking at his body, which was as hot as summer at one moment and cold and trembling at the next, I was so anxious that I was confused.
There was no other way, so I took his sweaty palms, got into bed, and hugged his body.
Holding his back gently, a pair of arms suddenly hugged me tightly. Yan Ye moved his body and hugged me deeply into his arms. He wanted to hug me tightly, but his movements showed some careful care.