Hmm,
Wen Cheng felt a faint urge to get a nosebleed.
No, not even thinking about it is allowed.
Wen Cheng gently fanned the blanket, letting a cool breeze drift in, and her breathing became long and even.
However,
It's useless.
The burning sensation throughout my body felt like a million ants crawling all over me; the slightest movement couldn't shoo them away, it was like scratching an itch through a boot, only making the fire in my body burn even more fiercely.
Wen Cheng turned over uncomfortably, his long legs involuntarily crossing over each other. The only sounds in the blanket were his heavy breathing and the rustling of the fabric against each other.
Gradually, Wen Cheng's forehead became sweaty.
no!
Wen Cheng felt that if this continued, he would die of heatstroke in his hospital bed. At that moment, he suddenly felt grateful to Brother Qi for turning off the lights earlier. At least in the dark, no one would see his predicament, and because Brother Qi was there, he didn't need to be afraid of the darkness.
Pulling back the covers, the cool air coming from all directions felt like Wen Cheng inhaling a breath of oxygen while drowning—incredibly comfortable. But after only five seconds outside, that feeling of relief was quickly replaced by the oppressive heat.
Wen Cheng pressed her thumb firmly against the web of her hand, trying to calm herself down, and then reached for the wheelchair beside her.
The increasingly loud commotion from Wen Cheng successfully attracted Wen Qi's attention.
Wen Qi shifted his gaze from the computer screen.
"Going to the bathroom? I'll turn on the light,"
"No, no need. There's light outside, I can see. Brother Qi, you go ahead and do your work." Wen Cheng said anxiously. With a thud, he sat upright in his wheelchair, seemingly wanting Wen Qi to agree with his idea.
Wen Qi pursed his lips, but ultimately said nothing.
Using the outside lights and the light from his own computer, he saw the unusual redness on Wen Cheng's face in the brightest spot where Wen Cheng passed by. He instantly understood. For once, Wen Qi did not break Wen Cheng's embarrassment. He just watched as Wen Cheng helped his wheelchair into the bathroom and only turned on the light after closing the door.
The white light shone through the frosted glass onto Wen Qi's face. At this moment, Wen Qi had no interest in reading the documents at all; his entire mind was focused on the bathroom.
Soon after, the sound of running water came from the bathroom tap.
Wen Cheng splashed cold water on his face; this was the only thing he was brave enough to do at his current level.
At this moment, he finally understood the wisdom of his elders' saying: "Drink more water, whether you have something to do or not." Water can sometimes really be very useful. For example, now, applying cold water to his face has reduced the heat by more than half.
But that's not enough.
Wen Cheng used his not-so-long hands to remove a towel from the shelf, wet it with cold water, and applied it as a cold compress to his burning chest and back. After the important areas cooled down a bit, he wiped his arms and thighs. After all that fussing, beads of sweat started to appear on Wen Cheng's fair face again.
Wen Cheng kept telling himself to calm down, and finally splashed some cold water on his face haphazardly. To avoid arousing Qi Ge's suspicion, he stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes, even pretending to flush the toilet before leaving.
The moment he opened the door, Wen Qi naturally turned his eyes back to the computer screen.
Wen Cheng glanced furtively at Wen Qi, and, well, he didn't seem to suspect anything!
"Get some rest after you're done." Wen Qi's voice sounded a little hoarse.
Wen Cheng hummed in agreement, pushed the wheelchair back up, and before pulling the blanket over herself, she blurted out, completely unaware of how outrageous she had been, "Brother Qi, drink more water, your voice sounds a little hoarse~"
...
Wen Qi's anger could only be expressed by slamming a dunk on the Enter key.
Wen Cheng shuddered in fright and quickly burrowed under the covers.
The cold water did have some effect; it kept Wen Cheng quiet for at least half an hour. Just as Wen Qi was packing up to go to the nurse's bedside to sleep, Wen Cheng was woken up again by the commotion.
This time, the restlessness came on more swiftly and more irrationally.
Wen Cheng opened her eyes with a snap, her gaze filled with anger. "Can't a person get any sleep in the middle of the night?"
Wen Cheng turned over in frustration, his temper even worse than before. He was angry at his own body for being so useless!
If the ants had been crawling all over her body just now, they had now seeped into her internal organs and were burrowing straight into her heart. Wen Cheng was so uncomfortable that she was trembling, and her legs were rubbing together even more violently.
"Wen Cheng." Wen Qi appeared at Wen Cheng's bedside at some point, and his cool voice surprisingly calmed the restlessness in Wen Cheng's heart.
But it's still not enough.
Wen Cheng rolled over to reveal her face, trying to keep her tone calm, "Brother Qi, what's wrong?"
Wen Qi didn't play any roundabout tactics with Wen Cheng. He simply reached out and touched her. Wen Cheng hadn't even built any walls on her side, so she was powerless to resist and could only watch as Wen Qi placed his hand on her face.
Three seconds later,
"It seems I overestimated the effect of those four pears." Wen Qi used a declarative sentence.
When Wen Cheng was discovered, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury his face in the blanket, but Wen Qi stopped him from the start. He grabbed Wen Cheng's shoulders and pulled him out like a radish.
"Do you want to die of heatstroke?" Wen Qi's voice was tinged with anger, angry that Wen Cheng hadn't even thought of asking him for help at this point.
Wen Cheng felt wronged and dared not utter a sound.
Wen Qi glanced at Wen Cheng, then suddenly turned and walked away.
"Don't turn on the light! Brother Qi, I..." Wen Cheng blushed, having anticipated Wen Qi's prediction. This was definitely the most humiliating experience of his life, bar none!
Wen Qi stopped in his tracks, completely defeated by Wen Cheng's incredibly soft-spoken tone.
Today I'm still a lazy bum who's obsessed with saving face.
Wen Qi turned around and walked back, picking Wen Cheng up in his arms without hesitation. The tip of her nose was instantly filled with the pleasant, cool woody scent emanating from Brother Qi. Wen Cheng held onto his hand, feeling a little reluctant to part with the fragrance.
But this peace didn't last long; the next second, Wen Qi put him in a wheelchair.
The injury to his foot was no longer serious, which was why Wen Qi was able to feel so at ease.
"I'll push you to the restroom. I don't need to teach you the rest, do I?" Wen Qi asked in a hoarse voice. Heaven knows how hard he had been holding back, all for the sake of being a good older brother who wouldn't take advantage of someone in distress!
Wen Cheng was timid and hesitant, but it was hard not to understand her.
But he also knew that this was the only way.
In his previous life, all he cared about was how much money he could save for the children in the orphanage. But after arriving here, all he thought about was what to cook tomorrow, what games to play, and how to find a powerful patron. He never thought about his own situation.
He wasn't good at that kind of thing, and before this, he wouldn't have even cared about such things. But today, because of his own words, he had to start caring.
Moreover, it had to be done in front of Wen Qi.
After closing the door, Wen Cheng stared blankly at the bathroom mirror.
Wen Qi's voice came from outside the door: "I'll go out and wait for you. Call me when you're done."
When Wen Qi said those words, he felt as if he were enveloped in the light of a saint.
Wen Cheng looked down at the white-glowing tiles on the ground and hummed in agreement.
A short while later, the sound of the door closing came from outside.
Under the incandescent light, the scent of lemon mingled with the steam in the bathroom, waiting for its chance to rise. Autumn still carried the remnants of summer, and the sound of mosquitoes floated in the swirling currents. Finally, from who knows where, a sliver of the scent of a cold pine tree burst forth, forcefully breaking through the soil. The entire atmosphere of summer was completely swept away, leaving only a muffled groan.
On the rooftop, Wen Qi finished a whole cigarette before remembering that Wen Cheng didn't like the smell. He hurriedly stuffed the cigarette pack into his shirt pocket, turned around, and went downstairs to the 24-hour convenience store not far from the hospital.
The hospital isn't in the bustling city center, and even though it's only nine o'clock, the convenience store is already nearly empty.
Wen Qi walked in, and the shop assistant gave a lazy greeting before continuing to restock at a certain counter.
Wen Qi walked straight to the candy section, but as his hand touched the mints, his eyes fell on a new flavor not far away: lemon black tea.
Wen Qi lowered his eyes, and by the time he realized it, he had accidentally bought three boxes of the same flavor of candy. Wen Qi walked for five or six minutes in the cool autumn breeze with his hands in his pockets. Only after the candy in his mouth had completely melted did he turn around and head towards the hospital. When he was almost at the door of the ward, he took off his coat and put it on the coat rack at the entrance, some distance away from Wen Cheng's bed.
"Warm orange,"
Wen Qi called out,
In the darkness, Wen Qi could only see the largest lump on Wen Cheng's bed turn over, but it refused to acknowledge him.
As Wen Qi approached, he could vaguely see someone's hairy head, which wasn't completely hidden.
In truth, given his personality, he could have easily pulled back Wen Cheng's blanket and given her a verbal lecture, but Wen Qi chose the most hesitant method, a method that would have previously made him despise.
"If you feel awkward, I'll stay out tonight and bring you breakfast tomorrow morning."
The person under the covers stirred again, but didn't speak.
"Go to sleep." Wen Qi turned to leave.
The person under the covers panicked and immediately reached out to grab the nearest hand.
"I'm not leaving, I'm going to sleep."
Feeling that what she said was useless, Wen Cheng secretly added, "It's such a waste to book a hotel room outside."
Wen Qi was secretly pleased. Of course, he had no intention of leaving, so he couldn't help but tease him, "You forgot, the one thing our family has the least to lack is money."
"......"
Wen Cheng was speechless, but she just wouldn't let go.
They're tightening their grip even more.
Okay, I can't keep teasing him like this, or he might bite if I push him too far.
Wen Qi himself didn't even notice how soft his eyebrows and eyes had become.
"If you don't mind, I'll sleep here," Wen Qi said, and he could clearly feel that Wen Cheng's hands were less tense.
Wen Qi felt a pang of tenderness and pinched Wen Cheng's little finger before letting go.
That night, Wen Cheng realized that her life had undergone a tremendous change, and she had gained insights that she should and shouldn't have.
Author's Note:
Thank you for your support, my little cuties! ~Heart~
Chapter 65 The thief cries "Stop thief!"
Waking up with a jumble of emotions, Wen Cheng had originally planned that her first words upon opening her eyes would continue the conversation Wen Qi had had in the car. But now she wanted to know...
When I opened my eyes, the person on the opposite bed had already left. I pulled out my phone from the bedside table; it was already 10 a.m.
For the first time, Wen Cheng hated her own ability to sleep so much. She could sleep so soundly without an alarm clock that she didn't even hear Qi Ge leave.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Wen Cheng slowly sat up in bed. There were several unread messages on her phone. Wen Qi instinctively opened Qi-ge's message first.