Together with you

A perfect date

Here, drink this. Slowly." Shen Wei placed a supporting hand on Yunlan's back, helping him sit up. After returning from the mountains, Zhao developed a high fever overnight, making the professor extremely worried. After checking Yunlan's temperature, Shen Wei panicked and called Cheng Xinian for help. The doctor patiently listened to his incredibly abbreviated version of events, then reminded him that she was a neurologist, the information he seemed to ignore each time Zhao was in trouble. Cheng Xinian couldn't blame him. After hearing about the graves, injuries and murky water, she prescribed Zhao strong antibiotics.

"This sucks," Yunlan moaned.

"Here, the pills. I will make you something light to eat before I leave for the university."

"You should be lying by my side now," Yunlan reached out and tugged at Shen Wei's waistcoat, pulling him down to touch his pale face. Shen Wei leaned into the touch, an instant frown forming between his eyebrows as he felt the heat coming from his lover. Even though he was still battling the side effects of the poisonous bite and felt weak, he dedicated himself to taking care of the whiny and bedridden Zhao. He covered Yunlan's hand with his, the dark healing energy soothing the fever.

"I have a lecture in two hours. Da Qing should be back to keep you company."

"No," Zhao shook his head. "That's not what I meant. I know you're also not ok. Don't you dare to deny it. That poison is still not completely out. And your energy is much lower. Your lips are pale."

"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei sighed, straightening up.

"Don't Zhao Yunlan me! Just how bad is it?"

Shen Wei released a frustrated breath. "I experience mild discomfort. I assure you there is nothing more. And my energy will replenish soon. Whereas, your pulse is extremely hectic and wrong. Perhaps we should take you to the hospital."

"Mild discomfort, my ass. If you're admitting to being hurt, it must be bad."

"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei huffed, clearly worried.

"I'll sleep it off. Don't make any food now." Yunlan slid onto the pillow and let his lover carefully tuck him in. "Do you know what would speed up the healing process?" the detective blinked sluggishly.

The professor's eyes widened. There was something that would help?

"Wh... What is it?"

Zhao made a duck face. "A kiss from a prince would wake up this almost sleeping beauty. What? Why are you shaking your head? Come on, Wei-ah. One kiss."

"Sleep. I will return in the afternoon." The professor placed a gentle kiss on Yunlan's forehead. The detective instantly relaxed, enjoying the cooling sensation that a tiny peck brought. He didn't hear when the professor left.

Yunlan moaned several hours later, woken up by the rustle of plastic. He lay sprawled on the bed, blankets tangled around him, blinking at the ceiling. His normally sharp eyes were glazed with fever, and a fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He groaned, turning his head slightly to the side where Da Qing, in his human form, lounged comfortably on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" the deputy asked, reaching into a large bag of chips and shoving a handful into his mouth.

"Like I've been hit by a lorry," Zhao admitted. "I wake up, and what do I see? Someone's stealing my snacks?"

"Who's stealing?" Da Qing munched happily. Tiny crumbs fell onto the covers, and he grinned boldly. "I'm openly eating those. What's yours is mine. Besides, you're sick and can't have any of these anyway. We cannot waste good food. Let me give you a quick update. Xingdu Bureau almost got hacked. We wouldn't have known anything except they phoned, telling Lin Jing to tighten security. They got on his nerves and hurt his pride, dictating some outdated basic measures. So he got suspicious, and together with Cong Bo, they dug out that both: the Bureau and their secret Lab had been notoriously attacked. I wonder, why?"