[MTL, BL] Pretend Little Cowardly Bag [Quick Wear]

1.10

Lin Xiuyuan slept in Zheng Sui's dormitory for almost a day.

After Xiang An left in the morning, Zheng Sui has been in charge of taking care of him, but Lin Xiuyuan felt that he was more like glancing at when the water on the sick patient should be changed while preparing for the lesson.

When it was noon to dinner, he had no appetite, and after losing the nutrient solution, he was not hungry. He turned over and got into the bed.

After a while, the smell came out of my head again.

Zheng Sui came back after a meal.

He glanced at it, and slowly drilled his head into it.

Not long after, the quilt beside his head was suddenly lifted a little, Zheng Sui stood beside his bed: "Get up."

Lin Xiuyuan turned around: "I'll go back after a while, you eat first.

" It was time for a lunch break, he thought that Zheng Sui wanted him to make room.

Seeing that the man was lying on the bed, the man walked away, and soon, a low table was brought over to his bed.

The square and upright wooden table was clean, wiped clean, and firmly stuck Lin Xiuyuan in the quilt.

Lin Xiuyuan almost didn't bounce. He almost thought that Zheng Sui was hitting him with the table, and he narrowed his eyes only after realizing that there was no pain.

Zheng Sui lifted him up with his shoulders.

Lin Xiuyuan's floppy body just leaned against the head of the bed, sitting dumbfounded.

The man put some of the meals he had called on the small square table on the bed, put the chopsticks in place, and glanced at Lin Xiuyuan.

Lin Xiuyuan came back to his senses and was embarrassed: "Give me something to eat?" The

other party hummed, and brought an empty plate: "If you don't eat it, put it here."

Lin Xiuyuan glanced at it, it was all light and hot The soup was hot, and after smelling the porridge, I had a little appetite: "Mr. Zheng, you are so kind..."

Zheng Sui turned around and sat down at the desk.

After his stomach was full, Lin Xiuyuan fell asleep again like a pig. When he woke up again, it was already dark outside, the lights in the room were on, the man turned his back to him, and sat at the desk reading a book.

After a good night's sleep, he felt a lot lighter in his body, and said with a hoarse laugh: "Mr. Zheng, I seem to have a fever."

The person in front of the desk turned around, just in time to meet his smiling face, his face stagnant, and suddenly turned back, Low hum.

Lin Xiuyuan said, "Is there a thermometer? I want to measure it."

" I've measured it."

"Ah? When?"

Suddenly there was no sound.

Lin Xiuyuan put on his shoes and got out of bed, and went to see what Zheng Sui was doing.

The man was reading an ancient book, as if there were ghosts and other things, like a wild history novel fabricated by the ancients.

Lin Xiuyuan was a little surprised, and just as he was about to follow him, the other party closed the book.