[✔] BL: Winner Takes All 谁把谁当真 (by: Shui Qiancheng, translator: K)

(M) Chapter 42 - A gentleman and a rascal

Title: 谁把谁当真 (Winner Takes All) 

Author：水千丞 (ShuiQianCheng)

Translator: 月野 見事 (TsukinoMigoto)

Protagonists ：黎朔 (LiShuo), 赵锦辛 (ZhaoJinXin)

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[This is chapter 42 in RAW material]

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When the doctor came, he gave Li Shuo an injection and left some medicine.

After Zhao Jinxin fed Li Shuo some medicine, he picked him up and put him in the office lounge.

Li Shuo was lethargic, and said weakly, "I want Xiao Liu... to send me home."

"I have sent Xiao Liu away." Zhao Jinxin shook Li Shuo's nose gently, and said with a smile, "You are now in my hands, my little lamb."

Li Shuo has no strength to deal with Zhao Jinxin, he just wants to go to sleep now.

Zhao Jinxin kissed his forehead: "Go to sleep, it will be fine when you wake up."

Li Shuo closed his eyes and thought, just treat it as a dream. In the dream, Zhao Jinxin is still by his side, and the two of them can embrace each other naturally. In the dream... you can be a little bit presumptuous.

Zhao Jinxin sat leaning on the head of the bed, looking at Li Shuo, who was gradually falling asleep, without looking away for a long time.

Li Shuo's eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids opened laboriously. The familiar beige-colored curtains appeared in his eyes. Is he at...home?

He couldn't tell for a moment whether he was awake or in a dream. He only felt that his head was still groggy and his throat was dry and it stings.

By then, he remembered that he had a fever and he fell asleep in Zhao Jinxin's office, how could he go home? Did he sleep so hard that he didn't even know he was taken home?

He moved his fingers and found that he didn't even have the strength to clenched his fists. He took a deep breath, and the burning throat forced him to get up to find water.

As soon as he braced his body, Zhao Jinxin came in when he heard the movement: "Are you awake?"

"...water." Li Shuo opened his mouth, startled by his own voice.

Zhao Jinxin took the cup on the bedside table and sent it to Li Shuo's mouth to feed him: "Drink slowly."

Li Shuo drank a large glass of water. His moisturized throat felt a little more comfortable now. He frowned and asked, "You sent me back?"

"Who else can?" Zhao Jinxin narrowed his eyes, "Rest assured, you are much lighter than your father."

Li Shuo was startled, and whispered: "Thank you." Not only did he thank this time, he also remembered that when the New York bombing occurred, Zhao Jinxin ran two streets with his father on his back and nearly collapsed from tiredness.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

It may be that illness makes people vulnerable and soft-hearted. He looked at Zhao Jinxin, not as angry as he was a few days ago, and now he has no strength to be angry.

"No need to thank me for anything." Zhao Jinxin probed his forehead with the back of his hand: "It doesn't feel so hot anymore." He took the thermometer and stuffed it into Li Shuo's mouth.

Li Shuo is holding a thermometer in his mouth, his hair is messy, his white singlet reveals his large shoulders, neck and collarbone, the tail of his eyes is drooping, his eyes are dull as he looks at the quilt. His eyes are wet, like small animals wet by the rain.