Besides kissing, taking advantage of being a little taller than the other person, he moved upwards, inch by inch, from the chin to the corner of the eye.
Gu Chen took the opportunity to wrap his hand around Xiang Yu's waist from under the covers, pulling the other person closer to him.
"Gu Chen!" Xiang Yu only woke up when something pressed against her inner thigh. She bent her leg under the blanket and kicked the other person inward. "You have a fever, can't you just go to sleep?"
"A slight fever, it's nothing to worry about." Gu Chen stuck it on again like a leech.
This time, he went even further, leaning over her and half-pressing down on Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu's pajamas were pulled up a bit, as were Gu Chen's.
When their skin touched, Gu Chen felt a burning sensation.
Xiang Yu was so surprised by him that she opened her eyes wide, thinking to herself, "Is this guy running a fever or in heat?"
Gu Chen kissed his forehead, then followed the kiss downwards, lightly kissing the other's trembling eyes, tracing the bridge of his high nose with his lips, and finally pressing his lips to the other's.
Just as they were about to deepen the kiss...
"Gu Chen!" Xiang Yu suddenly called out to him, but this time it wasn't a warning, but rather a suppressed emotion, "...the door."
"I'll go lock it." Gu Chen chuckled, his voice hoarse from the fever, adding a touch of sexiness.
A voice whispered in my ear, "Kiss first."
The two of them played until dawn, cleaned up the mess, and then fell asleep in each other's arms again.
Xiang Yu slept unusually soundly and woke up naturally.
When I opened my eyes, the room was bright and the sun was high in the sky. I felt much lighter when I got out of bed.
The spot next to me was empty, and it was ice cold to the touch.
Xiang Yu opened the door and heard a lively commotion coming from the kitchen, with Grandma Hou laughing heartily.
"Xiao Chen, you made really good dumplings!" Grandma Hou praised Gu Chen as she looked at the plump dumplings in the steamer.
Gu Chen smiled modestly and said, "Grandma, you taught me well."
Xiang Jun was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. Hearing the laughter coming from the kitchen, he couldn't help but smile. He noticed his son out of the corner of his eye and smiled, "Awake?"
"Mm." Xiang Yu nodded, walked to the dining table, and watched Gu Chen and Grandma Hou make dumplings. Beef was stewing in the pressure cooker in the kitchen, and the aroma was wafting out.
"You're awake, deskmate." Gu Chen looked up and greeted Xiang Yu, his hands moving without hesitation as he spread out a dumpling wrapper, gathered it up, and a dumpling was formed. "Go wash up and then we can make dumplings together."
"Your fever has subsided?" Xiang Yu wasn't in a hurry to leave; Gu Chen's forehead was still burning hot after all the commotion she'd caused that morning.
"Fever?" Grandma Hou was stunned for a moment when she heard Xiang Yu say that before she realized what she meant. "Xiao Chen, you have a fever? Oh dear, why didn't you say so earlier? Stop wrapping her up and go rest."
After saying that, he looked at Xiang Jun in the living room and said, "Jun, why don't you drive Xiao Chen to the hospital to get him checked out? It's the New Year, and the child has a fever after coming over. How worried the parents must be at home."
Xiang Jun received a text message from Sun Xiaoli when he woke up in the morning, in which she told him about the fever.
After Gu Chen got up, he asked about Gu Chen's condition and checked his temperature to make sure it had gone down before going to the hospital.
Before Xiang Jun could speak, Gu Chen quickly offered an explanation.
"It's nothing, Grandma." Gu Chen was in high spirits and showed no signs of illness. "I took my medicine this morning and slept it off and I'm all better now."
"All done?" Grandma Hou's hands were covered in flour, but the back of her hands were clean. The older generation is very knowledgeable; they can tell whether something is good or bad just by touching the forehead.
"You're definitely better now." Grandma Hou withdrew her hand, still worried, and reminded the other person, "Drink more water. Grandma will make you some ginger soup later to warm you up."
After saying that, she couldn't help but say a few more words to him, "It would have been better if you had come this morning. You had to ride your bike over in the middle of the night. With this cold wind blowing, you might have gotten sick."
Xiang Yu had already gone to the bathroom to wash up. She heard Gu Chen outside coaxing Grandma Hou, making the old lady laugh with just a few words, and she smiled along with him.
Xiang Yu joined in making dumplings, but when it came to handicrafts, his hands were like they were borrowed; no matter how he used them, they just didn't feel right.
On the other hand, Gu Chen's handwriting was a bit messy, but he was quite skilled at making dumplings and chopping vegetables.
Two pots of dumplings and five dishes were prepared. Sun Xiaoli rushed home to eat lunch, carrying a box of soy milk with her when she arrived.
The Xiang family doesn't have a habit of drinking alcohol, so each person poured themselves a glass of juice for lunch.
Gu Chen watched the orange juice sloshing in the glass, and it gave him a sense of unreality.
Xiang Jun raised his glass, and Gu Chen immediately raised his glass with both hands and gently clinked it against his.
Xiang Jun wanted to say something, but with Grandma Hou present, he didn't know how to start the conversation.
He simply said, "I'm sorry to have troubled you with Xiaoxi's transfer to this school."
Gu Chen quickly replied that it was nothing.
Sun Xiaoli also raised her glass to thank Gu Chen for taking care of Xiang Yu at school. As a mother, she admitted that she hadn't paid much attention to her son's school life.
After the meal, Xiang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That's when you can truly accept it.
(Includes hidden chapters)
Chapter 83 Gu Chen's Deskmate, Go Easy on Me, Don't Hit Me Too Hard!
Chapter 83 Gu Chen: Desk mate, go easy on me, don't hit me too hard.
Winter vacation is naturally not like summer vacation, where there is plenty of time to relax.
The winter break at No. 1 Middle School lasts less than a month. As the holiday draws to a close, many students gradually realize an important issue.
There is homework during winter break.
The last day of the holiday fell on the Lantern Festival.
Many brave soldiers from Class 2 of the Literature Department charged forward with their pens, determined to create a miracle that night.
The next morning, when the report came in, some of the people were in a state of high excitement because they hadn't slept all night.
Xiang Yu was startled by Zhang Boyuan's excited state as soon as he entered the classroom.
"Good morning, Yu-ge. Have you finished your homework?" Zhang Boyuan's dark circles were so thick that Xiang Yu was afraid he would suddenly fall asleep when he spoke to him.
"I'm done." Xiang Yu arrived relatively early; there were only a few scattered students in the class, all still catching up on their homework.
Zhang Boyuan liked the answer. He blinked, grinned at Xiang Yu, and asked, "Can I copy it?"
Even though the other person's tone was sincere, the expression accompanying it was quite strange.
“…Hmm.” Xiang Yu hesitated for a moment, then opened her schoolbag and asked, “Which subject?”
"Math! Thank you, Brother Yu!" Zhang Boyuan respectfully extended both hands, took the stack of math papers handed to him by Xiang Yu, and dashed to the back seat like the wind to start copying.
When the students who were originally scattered in the classroom heard that it was a math problem, they quickly gathered around.
Zhang Boyuan's table was instantly surrounded.
Everyone refrained from crowding each other and quietly began copying the text in unison, with only a few people occasionally uttering a word.
"Stop flipping! I haven't finished copying yet!"
"..." Xiang Yu silently returned to his seat, looked at the empty table and chairs, and reached out to wipe them.
I successfully got my hand covered in dust.
Xiang Yu sighed, picked up his bag, found a rag that had dried into a clump on the podium, took it to the toilet, wet it, wrung it out, and returned to the classroom to wipe the chairs and desks clean.
As Gu Chen sipped his soy milk and entered the classroom, he saw a figure that stood out from the group of people in the back row. He immediately beamed with joy and strode over.
He was stopped by Zhang Zitong before he even got close.
"Brother Chen," Zhang Zitong, looking like he'd been up all night, was incredibly excited, "Could I copy your math homework?"
"Goodness, you didn't sleep all night?" Gu Chen said, unzipping his backpack and handing him the math test paper, adding, "I didn't bind it, don't lose it."
"Definitely!" Zhang Zitong moved to the table in front of Zhang Boyuan, and half of the people who were originally surrounding Zhang Boyuan moved to the front.
Despite the frantic copying of homework, everyone was remarkably orderly.
Gu Chen walked to his seat. Xiang Yu had already wiped the table and chairs clean and was about to wash the rag.
"I can do it." Gu Chen put his schoolbag on the table inside, took the rag from the other person with one hand, and held the unfinished soy milk to the other person's lips with the other hand.
Just as Xiang Yu bit down on the straw, Gu Chen said, "Finish it."
Xiang Yu stared into Gu Chen's eyes, watching the other grin foolishly at her. Without making any other move, she let Gu Chen hold the cup while she finished drinking the soy milk.
"I'm done drinking." Xiang Yu let go of the straw; the soy milk was still hot.
Gu Chen shook the cardboard box to make sure there were no left inside, then lifted it up with both hands, jumped, and shot a basketball at the trash can.
"Perfect." Gu Chen looked confidently at her boyfriend and asked, "Isn't it great?"
"Great." Xiang Yu glanced at the rag in the other person's hand. "Go wash the rag."
"Okay." Gu Chen took the rag to the restroom, and when he turned around, he saw Wang Zehao and Yang Shuhuan looking at him with complicated expressions at the classroom door.
Looking at his brother Chen's behavior, Wang Zehao was at a loss for words.
Yang Shuhuan felt that after the New Year, Brother Chen seemed to listen to Brother Yu even more.
A word automatically popped into their minds.
Wife control is strict.
Gu Chen said, "Good morning, Huanhuan the mouse, you're here early enough."
Yes, it has to be early.
Wang Zehao said, "The three of us came together..."
Before he could finish speaking, Gu Chen ran off to wash the rag.
"Never mind." Yang Shuhuan patted Wang Zehao on the shoulder. "This is Chen-ge when he's in love."
The report stated that the first period of the morning was basically used as preparation time, with subject representatives collecting holiday homework and the class monitor organizing people to go to the grade office to pick up textbooks.
There were only eight boys in Class 2 of the Literature Department. They were all called down to carry books. They walked to the entrance of the grade department in a gloomy mood and were even called in by Director Tang for tea.
The army of book movers has lost a key member.
Seeing Xiang Yu being called into the grade-level department by Director Tang, Zhang Boyuan's gossipy heart stirred. He took a few steps from the back row to Gu Chen's side and asked with a strong sense of good news, "What's wrong with my brother Yu? Is the school bully getting off to a great start?"
Having learned from past mistakes, the idea of missing out on the next year's grade level always seems like a bad thing.
Gu Chen glanced at him suspiciously and corrected his thinking, "What do you mean by 'school bully's good start'? Don't talk nonsense. It should be that our grade needs to elect an outstanding student representative at the opening ceremony, and Lao Tang wants my deskmate to go."