"39.5 degrees Celsius, that's a high fever, right?"
"Let's go to the clinic first. If that doesn't work, we'll have to go to the hospital."
Ning Chu had already gotten out of bed and was sitting weakly in front of his computer.
He sniffed the air keenly, looked suspiciously at Wen Yang beside him, then leaned forward and put his nose to Wen Yang's waist and sniffed carefully twice.
Wen Yang silently took two steps back.
That position was too close to his lower abdomen, and when those plump, red lips approached, it felt a bit awkward and suggestive.
"It smells like a fox!"
"..."
Ning Chu squinted his eyes, suddenly reached out, and plucked a long strand of black hair from the folds of Wen Yang's clothes.
"You were only out for five minutes!"
Seeing his energetic demeanor, it was hard to believe he had a high fever.
Wen Yang shook his head helplessly, "I just happened to run into Lin Li."
"Lin Li?! What does that sly fox want again?!"
The plot involving Lin Li was supposed to be over!
She had become a minor character unrelated to the storyline!
Yet she still couldn't forget Wen Yang!
This is bad! If the plot is triggered, Ning Chu can take proactive measures based on the plot's direction, but if it's a minor character, he can only passively hope for Wen Yang's self-discipline.
He raised his head, glaring angrily at Wen Yang with big eyes, "Did you promise her something?"
"No, I was in a hurry to get back," Wen Yang shook his head, still a bit fearful, "That woman drugged me before, how could I promise her anything? If I had evidence, I would've called the police already."
"Really?"
You actually believed that Lin Li had ill intentions towards you? Just like those twins at the bar, you really thought they were just selling drinks?
How naive...
No wonder you're a virgin.
Ning Chu sighed in relief, then slumped onto the table, immediately reverting to his weak and feeble state.
"Who knows what's going on with Shaoqing." Right now, he was most worried about Zhang Shaoqing, who had gone missing.
Maybe that guy was up to something shady.
"Don't worry about him. He's a grown man; what could happen to him?"
"Don't you often get into trouble?"
"Me? I don't think so?" Wen Yang turned his head, looking for an umbrella to prepare to go out, "Where are our dorm's umbrellas? Why are they all missing?"
The dorm's umbrellas always seemed to disappear mysteriously.
After searching for a while, he finally found a folding umbrella in Wang Jie's drawer.
He brought the umbrella back to Ning Chu, "Let's go to the infirmary."
"Okay." Ning Chu knew he needed to get himself in order; otherwise, if Wen Yang acted alone and left Zhang Shaoqing, who might turn evil, unsupervised, he might find himself in a tough spot within a week.
Considering his high fever, he might not even be able to run away.
Supporting himself on the desk, Ning Chu frowned.
Every breath felt like hot air was scorching his philtrum, his head was dizzy, and his whole body was weak.
He lowered his head and shook it slightly, forcing himself to stay awake, and followed Wen Yang.
Before leaving the dormitory, Wen Yang turned around and looked at Ning Chu, whose lips were pale, brows furrowed, and who looked like he would fall down at the slightest breeze.
Any man would feel distressed when seeing his fragile and pitiful image.
"Here," he handed the folding umbrella to Ning Chu, then crouched down with his back to him.
Ning Chu thought he was tying his shoelaces and walked around him in a daze.
"Why are you walking around?" Wen Yang said, both amused and exasperated, "Get on."
"Huh?"
"I'll carry you."
Ning Chu's pupils contracted, and he took two steps back, shaking his head in refusal, "No need, I can walk."
Even though his brain was fuzzy from the fever, he wasn't stupid.
Their friendship was already showing signs of strain, and he didn't want any physical contact with Wen Yang!
"Stop arguing, hurry up."
"I can walk myself."
Ning Chu opened the door and looked at the drizzling rain outside, "Is there only one umbrella?"
"Yeah, I couldn't find the others. If I carry you, you can hold the umbrella for both of us."
"Then you can get wet. I'm the one who's sick."
He shook his head again, his body leaning to one side but catching himself on the wall.
The discomfort from the fever was getting worse.
Wen Yang frowned, noticing Ning Chu's discomfort, and threatened, "Come here, or I'll carry you princess-style."
"You don't want to be carried like a princess by another man at school, do you? What if our classmates see us?"
Ning Chu: "..."
Ning Chu was speechless.
Last time he had a heat stroke, this guy had carried him princess-style without a second thought, and this time, it seemed Wen Yang would do the same.
With no other choice, he moved closer, wrapped his arms around Wen Yang's neck, and hesitantly leaned his body against Wen Yang's back.
The hot, soft body pressed gently against his back, and Wen Yang's breath hitched for half a second.
It felt just like a girl's body, right?
Carefully, he supported Ning Chu's legs and stood up easily.
His whole body is soft and light, with a refreshing girlish fragrance, especially the two soft lumps on his back which are impossible to ignore.
Normally they weren't noticeable, but now they were very distinct.
This is definitely not a pectoral muscle. How can pectoral muscles be so soft?
Could Ning Chu really be a girl?
Ning Chu's hot breath fell on his neck, turning it a shade of red.
Gradually, Wen Yang's face also flushed with embarrassment.
Afraid of being recognized, Ning Chu buried his head in Wen Yang's neck, keeping his head down.
It wasn't the first time he'd been carried, but this time felt especially humiliating.
His ears turned bright red, unsure if it was from the fever.
Luckily, it was break time, so the dorm building was mostly empty.
They didn't encounter any classmates until they left the building.
"Hold the umbrella properly."
"Yeah, take it slow..."
"Don't worry."
Ning Chu opened the umbrella, holding it with one hand. Wen Yang walked steadily, trying not to jostle him too much.
The rain brought a rare coolness to the summer.
Realizing they probably wouldn't run into any classmates, Ning Chu lifted his head, resting his chin on Wen Yang's shoulder, looking at the light rain outside the umbrella, at the rain-covered world.
Wen Yang's presence made him feel safe, causing him to take a deep breath unconsciously.
It seemed like his fevered body felt a bit better.
But he quickly realized his mistake, pursing his lips and reminding himself that Wen Yang was his main target of caution, not someone to feel warmth and safety around.
That would make him more vulnerable!
That's a close call; he almost got lost in the protagonist's tenderness!
"You haven't had breakfast or lunch yet, right? After the infirmary, let's eat at the cafeteria together?"
"Okay."
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